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Whether it was luck or misfortune, He Si was not dazzled by Qin Jian's smile. Her eyes were all focused on the color at Qin Jian's hand. The color fell on the white porcelain with flowing luster, which should have made it look fresh and bright. , but in reality it seems a bit more melancholy, with a sense of old age, as if it were the traces of time, unlike ordinary paint.

"Is this... lacquer?" He Si looked at it for a long time and finally raised her head and asked Qin Jian.

"How come Ah Si knows everything?" Qin Jian inadvertently stirred the colors in the porcelain jar, with admiration in his eyes but dissatisfaction in his tone, "I want to talk to you more."

He Si listened to this seemingly true complaint and couldn't help but curl her lips: "Actually, I don't know much about lacquer. I only know that it is a liquid that flows out from the bark of the lacquer tree."

"Then how did you recognize it?"

"Well... I have seen lacquerware in some ancient houses before," He Si hesitated and said, "Unlike gold, silver, and bronze wares, lacquerware is warmer, more stable, and more fluid."

"What else?" Qin Jian looked at He Si encouragingly.

He Si thought deeply and then said as if reciting a text: "I also know that China is the first country in the world to invent and use lacquerware."

"Not bad," Qin Jian nodded with satisfaction, "A hundred miles, a thousand swords and a pound of lacquer. Lacquer art is a traditional culture that has traveled up and down the country for 5000 years. Chairs with tung and zither, and playing with harp and harp, have been recorded in the Book of Songs, and they have continued since then. , continued to develop until the Longqing period of the Ming Dynasty, and our country already had the "Painting Decoration Record". Unfortunately, this craft is constantly changing and changing, but it has not been able to integrate into the modern rhythm, and has gradually declined. It has been passed down to this day. , has become a rare word."

"Painting record?" He Si had never heard of it before and repeated in a low voice.

"Yes, lacquering refers to applying lacquer to utensils. Painting Decorations is a monograph on lacquerware craftsmanship. It records the principles of lacquerware manufacturing, the tools and methods used, the classification of lacquerware and decorative techniques. It can be regarded as a masterpiece in ancient China. The master of lacquer craftsmanship.”

"Are we going to use Taoshiro today?"

Qin Jian looked at the tools laid out and pondered for a moment before replying: "Forget it, traditional lacquerware has to go through dozens or even hundreds of processes from material selection, molding, painting to finished product. It's a professional process." It’s extremely sensitive and we can’t do it. What we are going to use today is the paint bleaching technique, which is an innovation of traditional craftsmanship.”

"So what are we going to do tonight?" He Si became more and more curious as she listened. She looked at Qin Jian. He only said he wanted to make a fan, but there was already a fan on the stage.

"Lacquer fan, have you ever made it?"

"No," He Si shook her head honestly, then pointed to the simple colors and the clear water on the table, and said with some pride, "But I can roughly guess how to do it."

"Oh?" Qin Jian raised his eyebrows with a curious look on his face, stretched out a hand to show respect and humility, and said to He Si, "Please."

"Then I'm welcome." He Si said, stood up, came to the white porcelain tank filled with water, looked at it carefully, then walked to several plates of paint, thought for a moment, picked up Two colors, red and black, are poured gently into the water.

Lacquer is not like ordinary paint, it does not dissolve in water, but floats quietly on clear water, exactly as He Si judged.She smiled confidently, then picked up the yellow porcelain jar and carefully dropped it bit by bit to break the original pattern of red and black.

After completing a set of procedures, He Si seemed not to be satisfied with the situation on the water, so she puffed up her cheeks and blew hard.With her efforts, red and black began to flow, and yellow also flowed in it. The three colors were intertwined and intertwined. They were not compatible, but they complemented each other, interweaving into a deep and long-lasting color.

He Si was working hard to create patterns by blowing ripples on the water surface, but Qin Jian thought of the scene when the two of them were removing mud from their mouths the morning before yesterday. The blow made his face covered with dust, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

"What are you laughing at?" He Si was puzzled and turned around, her bulging cheeks not having time to fully recover.

"Here." Qin Jian didn't explain, he just bent his eyebrows and handed over a bamboo stick, and then pointed at the water.He Si blushed and naturally understood what Qin Jian meant.

"Cheapskate." She muttered, and continued to immerse herself in her creation. Only this time, instead of blowing air, she used bamboo sticks.

She paints the almost-formed colors bit by bit, neither fast nor slow, her movements are quiet, but her thoughts are surging like spring water. Sometimes she moves like clouds and flowing water, and her strokes are like clouds of smoke. Sometimes she pauses and stops, and her writing is extremely condensed.All the light fell on the calm water in front of her, and only a little fell on her gently shaking eyelashes, no more, no less, which perfectly highlighted her cold face.

For some reason, Qin Jian saw the time in front of him go back quickly.

The night was quiet, the moonlight was like a waterfall, and a woman with beautiful features was sitting in the pavilion wearing a plain cloak.A pair of slender hands, as white as jade, rested gently on the stone table in front of them, gently holding the brush.She was ecstatically looking at the mountains, rocks and bamboos under the moonlight in front of the pavilion, focused and peaceful, and occasionally she would write a stroke, with appropriate shades and harmonies of distance and distance.The mountain breeze blew gently, the fire swayed, and the light and shadow on the girl's face changed. Everything around her seemed so quiet. Only the sound of the brush rubbing against the paper echoed in the moonlight.

Qin Jian felt that his breathing had stopped - he suddenly realized that he had seen such a scene thousands of years ago, but it was as a mirror in the hand of a girl.

The moment his heart dropped, he heard a voice - "Give me the fan."

He Si faced the water tank without looking back. She spoke for a while but saw no reaction from behind. She turned around and said again: "Pass me the fan."

"Ah." Qin Jian woke up from his dream and looked at the woman who was looking directly at him in confusion.

"You're distracted." He Si stated calmly, not as a question or a reproach.

"I don't know why, but I seem to be in an illusion." Qin Jian laughed at himself, handed a round fan to He Si, and asked, "How is it?"

"I'll do it." After He Si said that, he turned around and focused all his attention on his work.She carefully immersed the blank round fan in the water, her speed was very slow, but her hand was very steady. The colors that were floating on the water just now gradually attached to the surface of the fan with He Si's movements. Red, black, and yellow, flowing life. This moment is fixed for eternity, half determined by man, half determined by God, seemingly real and half illusory, unique.

"Okay." After a while, He Si lifted up the dyed fan neatly. The pattern on the fan had already been formed. Because of the unique deep feeling of lacquer and the simple tones chosen by He Si, the fan seemed to have wind blowing from the wilderness. Come, embrace the afterglow of the setting sun in the desert, and sweep away the lingering night in the south of the Yangtze River.

Qin Jian felt refreshed, took the fan from He Si, carefully tied it with cotton thread, and hung it upside down under the eaves.

"Did I do the right thing?" He Si clapped her hands and looked at the fruits of her labor swaying in the breeze. She said it as a question, but she couldn't hide her pride.

Naturally, Qin Jian could only praise him: "Self-taught without a teacher, his aura is impressive."

"It's your turn." He Si was very satisfied. She returned to the table and took a sip of tea, holding her chin up and looking at Qin Jian.

"Should I do it too?" Qin Jian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he obediently came to the water tank, removed the floating paint, added some water, then took out the white color that He Si had never used before, and swung it down.Seeing that his strength was not lost, his figure was stretched but not boastful, the first snow of early winter fell in the eyes of the two people in the house.Without thinking, Qin Jian took the last color of cyan and picked it off with a bamboo stick according to the shadow of the first snow.The snow has melted, and the mountains are empty, and their heads are exposed in the snow. From winter to spring, the glitz of the world gradually dissipates in this empty silence.

Splashing ink creates things, and flowers grow in the water. He Si doesn't know why someone can appear graceful, carefree and at ease even though they just splashed paint into the water twice.Naturally, she didn't know that the scene she had just painted fell into Qin Jian's eyes, and it was also a beautiful picture that traveled through time.

"Give me the fan."

It was the same scene as before, except that the person speaking now was Qin Jian, and the confused person was He Si.After being stunned for a while, a folding fan was passed from the woman's hand to the man's hand, and then slowly poured into the water. Blue and white patterns followed the water color and climbed onto the cotton surface. He Si's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Finally, the fan came out of the water and was tied with cotton thread. It just happened to hang side by side with the fan made by He Si under the eaves.

The snow on the mountain is flying like broken jade, and the cold forest reflects the snow into a picture.There are no traces on the deep paths, except for the gentle breeze passing through the bamboo hut.

He Si blinked her eyes, pointed at the snowy mountains and said, "I want this one."

"What a coincidence. I was just about to say that I want Ah Si's Desert Smoke Straight."

"The lonely smoke in the desert?" He Si tilted her head and looked at the lacquer fan she made for a while, but she couldn't see the scenery Qin Jian mentioned at all, so she had to return her attention to the tools on the ground, "Why suddenly Think of taking me to make a lacquer fan."

"Ah Si has forgotten the poem I just recited today."

"What?" He Si searched for a long time in the overloaded memory, and only thought of the words from the turtle's mouth, "Blowing away the red and purple, it blows away, one kind of east wind, two hearts." She asked in confusion, "Is this fan an east wind?"

Qin Jian had the intention of teasing him, and knew that He Si had gone astray, so he shook his head maliciously and said: "That's not the sentence, it's Su Che's feeling about the autumn fan. The round fan looks like a lotus leaf after autumn, and the painting is like an old usnea." ."

He Si saw her fan still swinging in the wind at a glance, and stupidly jumped into the trap: "Isn't it a good thing? How come you suddenly become so indifferent and the world is so cold?"

"I just expressed my sincerity to Ah Si. I rushed thousands of miles away without rest in the middle of the night to save someone. Unexpectedly, the person I saved turned out to be my sweetheart's rumored boyfriend."

"What kind of rumored boyfriend!" The years in Jingxuan were already a bit longer than outside. He Si was immersed in the gentle and profound traditional aesthetics. She had long forgotten what happened before coming here. Now that she thought of the cause and effect, Deng Chen Sha's face suddenly came to her eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"I remember Ah Si even received a gift from her rumored boyfriend."

Qin Jian began to sort out tonight's events one by one. As He Si listened, he thought of the small model of Yincheng Wooden Tower that he casually put into his pocket, and his clothes suddenly became heavy.

"It seems that Ah Si took the initiative."

"No way, it fell to the ground by itself," He Si knew that Lao Chaofeng was starting to mess around, so she quickly stopped him, "It just happened to be a close eye."

"Is it a person or an object."

"Of course it's a thing," He Si said, taking the wooden model out of her pocket and stuffing it into Qin Jian's hand, "It's for you."

"Oh?" Qin Jian raised the model a little higher, turned it towards the light, and observed it carefully before saying, "It's really beautiful. Ah Si, I'd better keep it for myself. I'll make one when I have some free time these days." , when the time comes, Ah Si can compare and contrast, which one suits you better."

"Of course it's yours."

As soon as He Si finished expressing her loyalty, she heard Qin Jian ask slowly: "Is it mine or mine?"

He Si's heart skipped a beat. She pretended to be calm and picked up the tea cup on the low table. She looked up casually and saw Qin Jian staring at her, his eyes unblinking. His serious expression was completely different from his previous casual tone. No, he quickly lowered his head while drinking tea.

A sip of warm tea rolled from the tip of my tongue to my heart, and then I whispered one word - "you".

The voice was as low as a kitten whimpering softly, but a claw scratched Qin Jian's heart sharply. Qin Jian couldn't help but take two steps towards He Si, lowered his head and approached the girl's drooping eyebrows. Unexpectedly, the girl also raised her head at this moment, without blinking. He escaped and broke into Qin Jian's sight.

The atmosphere that had been cold all night suddenly heated up. He Si pursed her lips and wanted to take the initiative, but was unable to realize her wish - a gust of wind and sand came over, she frowned and leaned back, her center of gravity was unstable, and she almost fell She sat down on the ground. Fortunately, Qin Jian held her shoulders, and she realized something was wrong.

Qin Jian seemed unable to see the wind and sand, and the air in the mountains was always moist, so the sand and wind obviously did not come from the mountains.

While thinking about it, the wind and sand became more violent.

He Si held Qin Jian's hand instead, and the two of them looked in the direction of the sand. The yellow traces gathered not far away, and they turned out to be the fan hanging under the eaves.

"Walking along the Machuan River to the snowy seaside, with flat sand and vast yellow reaching into the sky, it is worthy of the fan painted by Ah Si."

"Isn't it the lonely smoke in the desert?"

"Just now, there was still smoke, but now, the wind is blowing."

As the two talked, they saw a wisp of fine sand floating from the fan, undulating continuously, as if the fan was connected to an ancient silk road, and a steady stream of gravel could be transported from that end.Looking again, when the gravel first left the fan, it was fine and sparse, just an intermittent thread. But when it reached the eaves, it expanded rapidly, swirling towards the two of them. The further into the house, the more majestic the momentum became.He Si couldn't help but raise an arm in front of her face. After a while, there was already a thick layer of yellow sand under their feet.

The wind got stronger, and He Si felt as if she was in the middle of a sandstorm. Even if she raised her hands to block it, she couldn't open her eyes. She could only close her eyes tightly, cover her mouth and nose with her sleeves, and breathe lightly.She couldn't see Qin Jian beside her, but judging from the temperature in her palms, although the wind and sand came unexpectedly, it was not dangerous for the time being.Xiao Jiu had already flown back into the house from outside, and the hat hiding behind He Si's back beat uneasily twice.

The wind stopped, just as suddenly as it came. He Si opened her eyes, looked at the completely unfamiliar sight in front of her and asked, "Qin Jian, where is this?"