President, give me back my body!

The two walked in and woke up the old man on the couch.

The old man woke up slowly, and looked at the two people who had never met before with confused eyes. Fortunately, the old man had a good heart, otherwise he would be frightened by the sudden appearance.

"Hello, uncle, we want to learn pottery from you." Song Huaijin smiled sweetly.

"Okay." The old man got up quickly, beckoning the two to sit down.

"Is this the first time you have learned about pottery making?"

The two nodded in agreement.

"In fact, pottery is not difficult. As long as you have the heart to do it and concentrate enough, you can make satisfactory works."

In fact, most of the people who come here are people who are learning for the first time. Some people are on a whim. Fortunately, he paid for his own raw materials, and the old man himself was happy to be at leisure.

The old man saw that both of them seemed to be listening carefully. Such customers rarely come here. The old man smiled with satisfaction, "Let's take a piece of mud first, and then follow me to do it."

The old man took a moderately sized piece of clay and first squeezed it tightly with his hands, and Ruan Yu followed his movements and squeezed it hard.

But this movement is not strenuous in the hands of the old man, but she is too tired to do it, and she always feels that it is not firm enough, and she is not satisfied no matter how she pinches it.Ruan Yu couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

"Don't worry, take your time." Maybe the wrinkles left by the creases of age hide the wisdom and kindness that the years have brought to the old man. He is so gentle and takes care of Ruan Yu's emotions.

Doing pottery is a thing that requires patience. The old man has been used to it for so many years, and he is a little moved when he sees the big man in front of him so serious.

Ruan Yu didn't realize that her identity was inappropriate, she suppressed her impetuous mood secretly, adjusted her breathing, and refocused on doing such a trivial matter.

Song Huaijin didn't learn how to make pottery with Ruan Yu, but sat beside her, watching him tenderly, those dark loving eyes were so shy that even the old man deliberately avoided them.

"Yes, then put the mud on the wheel, fix the center of the mud with both hands, press it down little by little while the wheel is turning, and hollow out the center of gravity, then move your hands up slowly." The old man explained in detail , "Don't be nervous, let's take it little by little."

"You see, first wet your hands, stroke the sides with four fingers, put your thumb in the middle, and then slowly smooth it out through the friction between the two. You also need to adjust its size and thickness according to the strength of your hands. , high and low." The old man gave a general demonstration, and let Ruan Yu try it.

Ruan Yu was cautious when she started, recalling the old man's action just now, dipped her hands in water, and slowly placed them on both sides of the mud.

"You can do it." Song Huaijin also cheered on.

As the wheel turned, Ruan Yu unconsciously held her breath and pressed the sides of the mud with both hands.

As a result, the first time was not unexpected, and it failed. The reason was that she wanted to change the size, but the two sides were not adjusted to the same size, and the bottom was not compacted, so it collapsed.

Song Huaijin couldn't help but burst out laughing first.

Ruan Yu put away her dejected mood, and gave him a blank look, "Come here if you have the ability?"

"No, no, if I do it, I might not even be able to find my center of gravity." Song Huaijin waved her hands and declined Ruan Yu's "invitation".

"Come again, your talent is very high." The old man was still gentle.

Ruan Yu took a deep breath and picked up another piece of mud, this time she was more cautious.

The wheel was turning, making a rustling sound from time to time. Ruan Yu stared at the small piece of mud in her hand meticulously, step by step, from determining the center of gravity to forming a hollow shape, every step was extra careful.

Ruan Yu slowly pinched the hollow wall and lifted it up, keeping every step to a minimum to ensure that its foundation is sufficient to support its height.In the middle, the thickness of the cylinder wall is constantly adjusted, striving for perfection.　
Time passed so slowly that Ruan Yu didn't even dare to blink her eyes, witnessing her lump of mud taking shape little by little.

This time, the hard work paid off, and Ruan Yu pulled it into a small cup about five centimeters high and four centimeters in diameter.

The old man raised his thumb in admiration, "It's really amazing! I just say you are very talented."

Ruan Yu bowed slightly, thanked the old man, turned her head, but gave Song Huaijin a proud look.

Seeing Song Huaijin's mouth dry, he didn't care that the old man was still beside him, and kissed him directly.

With one touch, she said softly in her ear, "My Xiaoyu is the best."

The old man coughed twice, "Do you want to add some other decorations to this work?"

"For example, use mud to decorate the cup wall, or draw some patterns on the cup wall after it dries." The old man saw that the two figures were puzzled, and continued to explain, "The waiting time for painting may be longer. "

Finally waiting for my strong point, Ruan Yu cheered inwardly, "I choose painting!"

The old man glanced at the time, "How about this, the two of you have some lunch here at noon, and you can draw something after drying in the afternoon."

Ruan Yu declined politely, "It's embarrassing."

"I'm the only one living here, it's fine. I wish someone could eat with me."

Seeing that the old man was good at talking about this, the two of them no longer declined, but stayed.

Ruan Yu and Song Huaijin even pushed the old man out of the kitchen, preparing to cook a lunch for the old man.

Since there were three of them, Ruan Yu simply cooked three dishes and ordered some noodles, while Song Huaijin helped Ruan Yu from the sidelines.

The old man was sitting in the living room, looking at the young couple who were busy in the kitchen comfortably, with a smile on his face.

The main entrance of the living room is facing a black and white photo, another old man in the photo is looking at her lover with a smile on his face.

Looking back on the years, there is still a couple of gods and gods who write stories about love.

After lunch, Song Huaijin sat at the dining table and played chess with the old man, while Ruan Yu washed the dishes.

"It's really nice of you to find a boyfriend. You can cook and wash the dishes, and you are lucky in life." The old man sighed.

Song Huaijin agreed with a smile.

"When I was young, I was not as good as your boyfriend. My wife did all these things." The old man's eyes were misty thoughts, "You must cherish the person in front of you, and you must not let him down."

"That's natural."

In the afternoon, the sun was just right, the breeze was blowing, and the house was peaceful.

"Have you thought about drawing something?"

"I want to... I want to draw two Q-diagrams."

"How about, one is you and the other is me?"

Ruan Yu was poked at the center, and a warm current flowed through her heart, "Well, one is you and the other is me."

"Be sure to add a sentence next to it!"

"Do I love you?"

Song Huaijin shook her head, took Ruan Yu's hand and put it to her lips, "Hold your hand, and grow old with you."

"Life after life, never separate."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Ruan Yu picked up the paintbrush and handed it to Song Huaijin, "You write the first half of the sentence, and I'll write the second half."

"I think so too." Song Huaijin responded, leaning closer to her ear, "Of course, I have to bother my wife for painting."