Nine-tiered fairy lotus

Chapter 1

Sitting in front of an old walnut desk, Hu Tu took out an old notebook from the pile of books on his left.As usual, there was an apple and a glass of warm water on his messy desk.His peers all like to drink or drink, even many beautiful and beauty-loving girls are no exception, and it is rare to see a boy who drinks warm water at a young age.

"Drinking warm water is the healthiest!" Hu Tu always explained in a low voice.

Hu Tu gulped down the apple, then turned around, like shooting a basketball, and threw the core of the apple into the trash can less than two meters away, startling a group of black flies the size of a pen tip.

This room is as messy as Hu Tu's desk, there is not much space inside, but it is so stuffed that he can only walk sideways.On the opposite side of the desk is a gray iron bookcase, which is covered with dust. There are all kinds of old books on the bookshelf, and the books are also covered with dust.

On the right side of the bookshelf is a black wooden box, and on the ground next to the wall, there are two wooden sculptures of beautiful women with similar faces.Above the wood carving is a window, and a dozen pots of palm-sized succulents are neatly placed outside the window.

The door of the room is behind the desk to the left. There are two doors, one is a wooden door and the other is a screen window.In summer, the wooden door is always open, and the screen window is closed to block the flies outside the door, but some flies always fly into the house through the gaps, making a "buzzing" sound.

Such a messy room also smells very messy. The smell of glue on the walnut desk, the smell of corrosion on old books, the faint woody smell of wood, and the smell of rotten apple cores in the trash can permeate the room. .Hu Tu, who has stayed for a long time, can naturally bear it. If someone who loves cleanliness comes here, he may be smoked away.

This is clearly a utility room, but Hu Tu calls it a study room, and this is where he reads.

Hu Tu took a sip of warm water, and skillfully flipped through the last page of the notebook, where there was a plastic-encased photo, or a group photo.The boy in the group photo is Hu Tu from two years ago. It was the spring when all kinds of flowers were in full bloom. He was wearing an old tracksuit and standing next to a female celebrity for a group photo, smiling very happily.

That female star is Wang Chen, the hottest movie star in the past two years. She has debuted for some years, but when she took a photo with Hu Tu, she was not as famous as she is now.She is good-looking, pure and clean like a lotus emerging from water.

When taking pictures with Hu Tu, she deliberately took off her sunglasses, revealing her obsidian-like eyes with an understated smile on her face.Hu Tu vaguely remembered the moment when the photo was taken, how fast his heart beat, as if he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Hu Tu opened the locked drawer in the lower left corner of the desk, and took out a piece of peeled peach wood root and a roll of old carving knives.The peach root is the size of a palm, and a beautiful face is drawn with a pencil on it. The eyebrows are [-]% similar to the movie star Wang Chen.

Hu Tuna pressed the mahogany root on the desk with his left hand, took a small flat-edged knife with his right hand, and carefully carved on the mahogany root.

When sculpting, his eyes are pure, free, and comfortable; the corners of his mouth are smiling slightly, his eyebrows are raised, and there are two shallow wrinkles on his forehead; his hair is long and messy , Putting it on the shirt that has been washed many times, the shirt is too big, the jeans that look new are too small, the slippers are pulled, and the black socks in the slippers can be vaguely seen.

Looking at it this way, it really looks like an artist.

What Hu Tu is most satisfied with is not his artist style, but his hands.

Those were a pair of red and delicate hands, as slender and white as catkins.Such a pair of hands that girls envy are very suitable for playing the piano, practicing calligraphy or dancing finger dance, but he just uses them to play with rough things such as wood and knives. If he is not careful, there is a risk of injury, which is quite reckless. .

Suddenly, there was a crisp "click", Hutu's heart suddenly "clicked", and his mouth made a "hissing" sound.A gap the size of a fingernail was dug out on the piece of peach wood that was originally intact, and in the middle of the gap, a crack extending along the grain appeared.

Hu Tu picked up the piece of wood the size of a fingernail, turned it over and saw half an eye was drawn on it, he couldn't help but shook his head slightly, and said to himself: "Oh, I'm going, the eyeballs are all closed!" Lost, this beauty is useless again."

Peach wood itself is a fruit tree, which contains high sugar and pectin. In order to prevent it from deforming or cracking after being made into a finished product, it has to go through more than a dozen processes such as soaking, boiling, warming, baking, and cooling. The processing cycle lasts for half a year. , After the wood is stable, it can be processed into handicrafts.And Hu Tu just sold the skin with a rough knife, and this situation is inevitable.

Hutu stared at the photo, swallowed again, and said, "Miss sister, I can't blame my poor technique, but this broken wood, which shatters when I touch it, seriously ruining my enthusiasm for creation! "

Hu Tu swept the scrapped wood and wood residue into his palms, and walked to the black wooden box with both hands. He opened the box with his feet and threw the scrap wood in his hand.

There were many pieces of wood lying in that box, each piece of wood showed a hideous face, some were missing eyes, some were missing noses, some were missing half of their faces...they were all bearded. It would be too much of a stretch to attribute the failure of these "works" to wood problems.

With a sound of "bang", Hu Tu let go of his foot, closed the box, and clapped his hands, as if nothing happened.

"Is anyone home? Collect the rags!" There was a hoarse sound from outside the door, but it was full of spirit. neighing.

Hu Tu quickly put away the roll of knives, and the notebook was also stuffed into the pile of books. He said loudly: "There is someone, please wait a moment." His voice was more transparent and clear than the Yo Ho sound just now. Don't scream, speak fast but not chaotic.

Then he looked around, took out another old book of "Five-Year College Entrance Examination and Three-Year Simulation" and put it on the desk, and slowly pushed open the creaking screen window.

"What are you dawdling about, are you fiddling with your broken wood again?" It was an old man riding a tricycle who spoke.

The old man was just over fifty years old, but he looked to be six or seventy years old.He had a scruffy beard and a fishnet pattern on his bronzed face.Wearing an old military uniform, he is thin but as solid as a stone monument. He pedals faster than a young man on his tricycle, and encountering bumps and bumps is like being flicked by fleas.

The old man's name is Ge Qi. When he was young, people called him "Xiao Qi'er", probably because he was ignorant and incompetent, so people used some derogatory connotations in his address.Later, as he got older and more qualified, his name also rose accordingly, becoming "Old Seven".

Lao Qi's tricycle was old and made a rattling noise when he rode it.The tricycle was full, with two big bags of plastic bottles on top, waste paper, plastic, and scrap copper and iron on the bottom, and a leaky iron pot hanging behind it.

He has a bad temper, likes to drink and play cards, so he only collects trash, which is barely a serious business, and he also regards trash collection as a career.

Beside the tricycle, there are piles of rags, piled up in different categories, with a simple shed on top to keep out the wind and rain, but despite this, the smell of corroded waste paper in the garbage pile, and the disgusting smell in the plastic pile , still disgusting.

Pedestrians passing by would always cover their noses, or frown and speed up their pace, without even hiding the disgust on their faces, as if they would be corroded by the stench if they walked slowly.

(End of this chapter)