Let you participate in a variety show, how can you become a working emperor?

Chapter 92 Can Brother Feng Do It? (34)

Speaking of Cantonese songs in my previous life,

"Flastic" should be regarded as one of the most representative songs.

It is said that this song was originally intended to commemorate Leslie Cheung, but Fei Chen was unable to write lyrics that satisfied him, so he handed over the task to Huang Weiwen.

As a result, Huang Weiwen turned the story in the lyrics into a humble little person, making some exaggerated actions in order to get everyone's attention and to gain more sense of existence. The scream of the sand shouted out the unwillingness of many ordinary people to face the hustle and bustle of the world, and also shouted out the most authentic voice of countless people.

Perhaps it is because many people have experienced such pain and sadness in their hearts. This song, which came out by accident, became one of the pinnacle masterpieces of Cantonese songs in the previous life once it was released.

It even won the 2005 CASH Golden Sail Music Award for Best Melody and Best Lyrics, becoming an enduring classic more than ten years later.

The familiar melody of the lyrics came from Mei Feng's mind, and he glanced at Lao Chen who was not far away, with a thoughtful look on his face.

No wonder the song is rewarded.

At this time, even though Lao Chen had sought justice for his son, he was not in a hurry to go home or go to the hospital. He was still focused on drawing gorgeous patterns on the white porcelain bottle with the light but heavy brush in his hand.

Detailed flowers and birds, magnificent landscapes, gorgeous classical figures, each pattern shows the unique charm of Jingcai. Lao Chen skillfully integrates these exquisite elements into ceramics, making them more eye-catching and full of artistic sense.

The onlookers saw that Lao Chen was not in a hurry to leave after the other party apologized and still set up a stall at the same place. Even though his wife on the simple bed of the flatbed truck was suffering from illness, her eyes were very calm and full of understanding and support.

It may seem confusing to some people.

But when you feel like judging someone, remember that they are different from you and have worked hard not to be ignored by the world.

The reason is simple.

Old Chen set up a stall in front of him to seek justice for his son

Now the stall is for the family to move on.

Yes, even with justice, life must go on.

These days, Lao Chen has been running from morning to night between school and home, dragging his wife and stalls, accumulating a lot of orders from regular customers, and he must seize the time to complete the orders as soon as possible.

The afternoon passed slowly, and the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.

Mei Feng never left.

He just stood quietly at the side and stared silently at how old Chen, a craftsman sitting in front of the painting table, adjusted the color and how to use the brush, comprehending silently without saying a word.

Old Chen was naturally aware of Mei Feng's onlookers, but there were no rules about his craft that could not be passed on to the outside world. In fact, few young people were willing to bother to learn the intangible cultural heritage traditional craft of Jingcai. In addition, Mei Feng helped him so much at noon.

He was so grateful that he couldn't express it through clumsy words, even if he was rushing to order, he slowed down as much as possible for Mei Feng to observe.

aware of this,
Mei Feng couldn't help casting a thankful look.

The two men, one old and one young, looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

During the period, he was hungry, so Mei Feng went to a nearby noodle shop to eat a piece of wanton noodles. When he came back, he saw that Lao Chen also stopped what he was doing, and was taking out two prepared pork knuckle rice bento to help his wife who was lying on the flatbed to eat together.

Seeing Mei Feng came back, he warmly greeted Mei Feng to come and join him. Mei Feng smiled and waved his hand to show that he had already eaten.

Seeing the old Chen and his wife eating and taking a break at the booth, Mei Feng remembered that his task had not yet been settled, he walked over and said hesitantly, "Master Chen, actually I came to you today because I want to ask for something."

Before Mei Feng finished speaking, Lao Chen asked with a smile, "You pretty boy want to learn from Jingcai?"

After all, while Mei Feng was observing Lao Chen's techniques, Lao Chen was also observing Mei Feng. The young man's gaze never left the paintbrush in his hand from beginning to end. Naturally, it was not difficult to guess what Mei Feng was thinking.

Hearing that Old Chen took the initiative to speak, Mei Feng gave a shy smile with embarrassment, always feeling like he was "repaying favors", but the system task was right in front of him, so he could only nod with a shy face, "Well, I don't know if Master Chen is inconvenient."

"What's the inconvenience?" Old Chen interrupted Mei Feng with a smile again, shook his head and said, "Not many young people are willing to learn this skill now, and my son doesn't even like it. I'm very happy that you are interested, handsome."

The wife sitting on the simple bed of the flatbed car also cast a kind look at Mei Feng.

Mei Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, while they were eating and resting, Mei Feng sat in front of the booth under Lao Chen's guidance.

He had just memorized the other party's every move in his heart. Now, under the careful guidance of Lao Chen, he carefully imitated the other party's actions just now. First, he put the paint on the palette, and then picked up a small paint brush to enter the stage of color preparation.

Although Lao Chen said that these paints and porcelain were worthless and could be used casually, Mei Feng still scanned the QR code to pay for the cost.

Be polite, and you can't let others teach at a loss.

At the same time, he looked up at the system panel that only he could see.

[Task progress: 2%]

Nice!

It seems that I have found the right direction.

So next, Mei Feng first practiced on the cardboard with a paint pen.

After eating, the craftsman Lao Chen went to the faucet in the alley to wash the lunch box, dried his hands in front of the apron on his body, and when he came back, he sat next to Mei Feng and tirelessly pointed out, correcting what was not in place for Mei Feng, and taught him several traditional techniques of Jinghai colored porcelain in detail, such as color dyeing techniques, corrosion methods, heap filling methods, engraved porcelain methods, and color-on-color methods.

By the way, I also introduced the origin of "Jing Cai" to Mei Feng.

As the name suggests, Jingcai is the abbreviation of Jinghai Colored Porcelain Art on Glaze. It integrates the traditional porcelain painting in the north of the world and Lingnan painting techniques, and combines colored porcelain craftsmanship with Western porcelain and painting techniques.

It has a history of more than 300 years today.

Mei Feng knew that the opportunity was rare, so he studied and listened very seriously.

then,

The afternoon passed unknowingly, and the task progress bar was slowly increasing.

In a blink of an eye, the twilight is all together.

Street lights are on.

It was time for school to end in the evening, and the school bell rang at No. [-] Middle School in the opposite Bay Area, and the students rushed out in a swarm. Lao Chen looked up at the youthful students at the school gate, his face slightly gloomy.

Seeing this, Mei Feng knew that he was thinking of his son who was being treated in the hospital, so he couldn't help but smiled and comforted him.

Lao Chen nodded, and turned around to see Mei Feng trace the lady's pattern on the cardboard, with a look of surprise on his face.

He is best at figures, flowers and birds in colored porcelain, but he was rather stupid when he was young, and it took a long time and decades of polishing to acquire the skills he has today.

Unexpectedly, Mei Feng got started in just one afternoon.

"I've studied art before."

Mei Feng explained with a smile after noticing.

This is true.

When I chose to take the art student's college entrance examination in high school, I chose art at first, but art requires the purchase of various drawing boards, and the tuition and additional fees are too expensive. In the end, I gave up and chose music appreciation as a jack-of-all-trades major.

But I have to say that my predecessor was quite talented in art. Under the guidance of Jingcai craftsman Lao Chen, Mei Feng learned like a fish in water in an afternoon, relying entirely on muscle memory to compose pictures.

"Little boy, you can try painting on porcelain."

Lao Chen suddenly handed over a small vase with a plain white background, which looked like a modern industrial ceramic handicraft.

It's time to get started?

Mei Feng looked up at Old Chen, a craftsman.

"is it okay?"

"Try it."

So Mei Feng took a deep breath, took the porcelain gently, touched its smooth surface, and felt a delicate texture.

He turned the porcelain, carefully observed its texture and details, and then tapped the bottom of the porcelain lightly, making a crisp sound.

This feels...not bad.

Mei Feng was very satisfied with the size and feel of this white porcelain, and he began to think about how to perfectly reproduce the picture of a lady he just copied on this white vase with the technique of Jinghai Porcelain Painting.

Lao Chen didn't bother him, but just watched the scene quietly.

After school time is also off work time, and the number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased. At this time, the lights of Caiyunfang on the booth turned on.

One old, one young, plus a sick woman, the weird combination attracted the attention of many passers-by.

At first, everyone didn't think there was anything wrong, after all, Lao Chen had been setting up a stall here to hold banners for almost a week.

But today is different!
The banner on Lao Chen's booth was removed, and there was a young man with a focused expression behind the booth.

Under the light, the young man's sculptural, angular and handsome profile was so suffocating that he was able to attract his attention with just one glance. Many boys who passed by with their girlfriends after get off work found that their girlfriends beside them were suddenly pulled and couldn't walk.

Hey!
Where is the wild handsome guy!
Wait a minute, he's so damn handsome. Why does he still look familiar?
"Oh——!"

Passers-by suddenly reacted!
Isn't this the Mei Feng who sang the two songs "Big Fish" and "Lanting Preface" in the national music variety show "The Voice of Creation" two days ago?I don't know why I can't brush Douyin today. Many people thought he was banned.

All of a sudden, passers-by and many students who were leaving school across the street stopped and watched enthusiastically. Soon, there were three floors in and three floors around the booth, and many fans of Meifeng excitedly raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

"Good guy! You really are Brother Feng!"

"Brother Feng, why did you come out of the stall at the gate of this school?

"Eh? What is this?"

"I don't know much about it. I don't even know the colorful porcelain of our Jinghai Five Treasures? This is an intangible cultural heritage craft."

"What I'm wondering is, Brother Feng, how can a singer become a craftsman."

"Wait! I seem to know something! Do you still remember the stage theme of the finals announced by Voice of Creation in advance?"

At least half of the people present had seen the wonderful god-level stage of the last round of the semi-finals of the Voice of Creation.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately reacted. If I remember correctly, the stage of the finals announced at that time should be [Art].

So. Mei Feng came here to be a craftsman?

Everyone was speechless for a while!
Brother Feng's material.
Sure enough, it is always so immersive.

So abstract!
"But porcelain painting is a bit too difficult, isn't it?"

"That's right, it's not like opening Didi to deliver food."

"Brother Feng, can you do it?"

The crowd murmured again,
Suddenly, someone couldn't help but whispered softly.

"Hey! He started!"

(End of this chapter)