attack stream of life

Qing Chuan's attire was tender in the first place, and it was easy for the two elderly guests to have a good impression of him. Now with the blessing of a cat face, naturally the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

This is the first impression, whether you can keep this good impression or not depends on Qing Chuan's performance in the future.In any case, the first battle has been won.

Xiao Yi frowned when he saw that the two heavyweights among the guests were friendly towards Qingchuan.

Because he had been here for a long time before, these two didn't treat him like this.Zhang Li always smiles at everyone, even if she doesn't like it, she won't put it on her face clearly.But people will deliberately avoid him and stay far away.He Yan was even more obvious, he kept a straight face and didn't even give Xiao Yi a look.

Xiao Yi came up to say hello, and what he got was Uncle He's indifferent 'Yes. '

Such a notoriously bad-tempered, big rock in the cesspit, if it wasn't for his good acting skills, he would definitely not be an old actor in his early days. Why did he feel like meeting his own son when he met Qingchuan?Simply unscientific!

He couldn't even think of it because He Yan had a cat at home.

That's right, don't look at the old man's coffin face, he is really a cat slave. When he sees the big cat face on Qingchuan's chest, he feels kind, because his family also raises long-haired raccoon cats.

As for Qingchuan, he used to raise more cats. In the interstellar era, he raised at least a dozen cats. After giving birth, the family expanded to dozens of cats, and there are all kinds of cats.

The two could talk for a day on the subject of 'cats'.

"Yueming, why didn't you tell us when you were cured? Several friends wanted to know about your news, and they must be happy for you. Now that you're all over, let's get together? We haven't had dinner for many years. .” Xiao Yi smiled sincerely.

This acting is not much better than the last time, the layman can't tell, but the insider will think it's fake.

Xiao Yi insisted on provoking him, so Qing Chuan had no choice but to accompany him, he laughed, "What a coincidence, I saw your old photo when I was surfing the Internet today, I haven't seen it for a few years, it still hasn't changed, it's still so green and straight, it's good. "

You still have a lot of shit behind you, so you want to cause more trouble?Can you stand up to you?

Xiao Yi's smiling face froze, "Old photos, probably some fan found them. Who can keep the same, I feel like I have wrinkles."

"How come? It's just two or three years, how can you change so much? I recognized you at a glance. It's exactly the same as now, and you still have the same figure. We have been in the same dormitory for four years. Let alone the back, it is half the back." , you can recognize it, right?"

Xiao Yi forced a smile, avoiding Qing Chuan's smiling eyes.

Qing Chuan seemed to have no intention of bringing up this topic, turned around and put the matter aside, continuing to chat with Uncle He about the hand-painted cat face on his clothes.

Xiao Yi's inner world was turned upside down, and his heart stopped suddenly. 'Xia Yueming recognized it...will he? 'The idea was turning over and over in my mind, and I could barely breathe, let alone think.His face turned pale, even others could see that something was wrong.

They thought over the previous conversation between the two of them. Is there any problem?Why does Xiao Yi look like a dead person?

Because this matter has been fermented for a short time, many people haven't got to know it in depth, and the guests have to prepare for this recording, and they don't care about those gossips. Many people don't know about this matter at all, so none of them can guess.

"You drew this yourself? It's great to be able to draw by yourself." Jiang Xue couldn't help but envy.It is said that people who engage in art have high aesthetics. Looking at this outfit, there is no problem going out for street photography. It is special, good-looking, youthful, beautiful and full of life.

When Zhang Li heard it, she boasted again and again, "Old He, look at this kid, his hands are so skillful, he deserves to be on our show. Look at this cat's face, how pretty it is, fluffy and round eyes Yo, it seems that it can pop out of it at any time."

He Yan looked quite cold, nodded, and added, "Painting can make people calm down, and this interest can be maintained." Because he is also an amateur painter, and everyone in the circle knows that he is a painter of Chinese paintings.

Wang Chao was standing next to Xiao Yi. He knew that Xiao Yi and Xia Yueming were at odds, and he also knew that Xiao Yi had been ostracized for treachery, but Wang Chao was a well-rounded person, so he asked very concerned, "Xiao Yi, are you okay? Look at you." Your complexion is not good, is there something uncomfortable?"

Xiao Yi laughed dryly, "Maybe I got up early and didn't sleep well, thank you Brother Chao, I'll be fine in a while."

It doesn't look like he didn't sleep well, but rather like some secret has been exposed.As Wang Chao recalled the previous conversation between the two, his face remained calm, "That's good. If you feel really uncomfortable, you can go to the hospital first. There is still half an hour, and then the recording of the show will take a long time."

If you have time to turn around, go and find out what's going on——Wang Chao thought to himself.

Qing Chuan paid attention to Xiao Yi from the corner of his eyes, and also saw Wang Chao looking for his concern.

Still can't hold back, this needs to be changed to a thick-skinned one, and no trace will be exposed.Xiao Yi was fine, his face turned pale with fright after the two sentences, he was fine at first, but now something happened.There wasn't a single fool present, they were all human beings, and when they inquired about the recent news on the Internet, they all understood.

With this kind of courage, you also play tricks of buying murder with others?

I don't know how many catties I have?

Why are these little fresh meats all like babies?If you don't have a capable agent to take it with you, you don't know what it will be like.

When it was almost eight o'clock, several guests got into the extended commercial vehicle, and the filming officially started.The guests introduced themselves one by one, and when they arrived at Qingchuan, they all announced the good news that Qingchuan had been cured.

This program is the first to officially inform everyone about his recovery, and it will probably attract a lot of attention.

The car drove to the old house of the clay sculptor.

The road is not easy to walk, and it took half an hour to get there after a tortuous walk.

The old man lives in the country now, the craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation in their family, and the house is also an old building passed down from generation to generation.From the outside, it looks like a courtyard in the south. There is a courtyard with several kinds of flowers and trees in the south.

The old man had already been waiting for the program group at the door, and there was a young man with an indifferent expression standing beside him.

The old man warmly received the program group and took them to visit inside.

In fact, the interior of the house has been renovated, and it has all the modern facilities. Now only the grandpa and grandson live there. Kiln, convenient and safe.

The air smelled of earth.

Qingchuan suddenly remembered the house he had when he was making clay figurines. The specifications were similar, except that the firewood kiln had been changed to an electric kiln.

He seemed to see the past through this familiar and strange place.

"Grandpa Huang, are you and your grandson living here now?"

The old man smiled with wrinkles all over his face, "Children have their own ideas. Now that the times are better, they don't have to do this to support their family. I don't force my children to do this, but I can't force it."

He patted the shoulder of the indifferent young man beside him, "Only Xiaobao, who liked this when he was young, is now a student of the Sculpture Department of the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts. Maybe in his hands, our old craft will have a different development." .”

It turned out that this expressionless young man had such a cute nickname as Xiaobao.

"Then your grandson is still a high-achieving student, and his future is limitless." Wang Chao praised. After all, he is the host, but he can talk, and the old man smiled happily.

Their morning task is to follow the old man to learn about the process of making clay sculptures, and to have a general understanding of this traditional folk art.Let the audience in front of the TV also learn about this traditional art form.

The clay sculptures of each school are different, the one in Grandpa Huang's house is actually similar to the one in Qingchuan's school.The sticky yellow clay is molded, dried, burnt to harden the surface, colored with some special pigments, and baked again to complete the finished product.

The clay figurines that come out are yellow-brown in color and have a rough and frosted surface, which is more like pottery, but not exactly the same as pottery.

Mr. Huang introduced along the way how to make mud from the dug soil, and then make mud into mud blocks, shape the sculpture, dry it, burn it, paint it, and burn it again.If it is a large-scale work, a wooden frame must be built inside, wrapped in cotton cloth, and then filled with mud.

As simple as it sounds, it takes at least three months from roadside mud to finished product.

Qingchuan recalled the time when he washed mud shirtless.Without the help of machinery, more things need to be done. It is necessary to find suitable soil, dig it back, break it up, pass it through a coarse mesh sieve, soak the water into mud, and pass it through a fine sieve again.The selected mud needs to be dried and evaporated...

It takes a long time, earns little money, and there are fewer and fewer clay sculptors. This is probably why clay sculptures are gradually forgotten by the market.Modern people have been bred by the high-speed era to be short-tempered, and they can't wait for three months.What clay sculptures can do, those clay and soft pottery can also be done, and it looks good, and the effect can be produced in a day or two.

In this era, clay sculpture has more meaning of inheritance.Unless the successor brings forth the new through the old and breaks down the barriers for new development, it will be abandoned in the river of history.

There is a place in this house, which is the work showroom, which is also one of the key points of shooting.

Most of the works on the shelf are the works of Mr. Huang, big and small, all of which are traditional clay sculpture themes, such as religious and traditional stories, which are the most.There is also a small part that looks different. It combines several styles, with the shadow of Western sculpture and modern elements. It is said to be the work of his grandson.

The styles of the two are quite different, one is more traditional, simple, and conservative, and the other is novel, cool, and modern.

After a little understanding of the process, the next step is to group their students into groups of two.

Many people may think that Qingchuan can do it by hand, so it must be a hot item at this time.Exactly not, it is precisely because he is too strong, and being in the same group with him will steal the limelight, so everyone is not willing to be in the same group with Qingchuan.

Afterwards, the grouping results were that Qing Chuan and He Yan were in a group, Xiao Yi and Wang Chao were in a group, and Zhang Li and Jiang Xue were in a group.

At the beginning, two lesbians got together and said that they had an idea and wanted to be ladies, so they were in pairs.Then Wang Chao said with a smile that there was a master craftsman hidden in the crowd. He was afraid of being hanged and beaten, so he looked for someone with a similar level, and he found Xiao Yi.

The combination of the two was jokingly called the "soy sauce group" by Wang Chao.

After half an hour of psychological work, Xiao Yi who appeared in front of the camera was okay, but he didn't talk too much, he was a little preoccupied, but at least he didn't look pale.

Qing Chuan and He Yan automatically formed a group. Anyway, they are friends who have forgotten their age. They both raised cats and know art, which makes sense.

The program group did not ask them to make clay sculptures casually, but required that the design must be based on a certain ancient poem, and the work should reflect the artistic conception of that poem.

This made it more difficult for the guests. Originally, they were not the kind of people with strong hands-on ability. They had limited time. They conceived in the morning and made it in the afternoon. The finished product was produced in a few hours, and the work had to have the artistic conception of poetry...

"Don't think about it, let's go eat first, authentic farm food, a whole big stupid chicken is stewed, this taste is really delicious." Wang Chao came over laughing.

It turned out that it was time for dinner.

Today's meals are all prepared by the program team from a nearby restaurant. They are all local dishes and look very homely. Everyone has a big bowl of white rice.Of course, for southerners, this size is also very limited, and northerners eat two of them.

In the middle of the table is a large casserole, which contains stewed chicken. It has just been cooked and wrapped in an insulated box. It is bubbling. The soup inside is light brown and smells like sauce. There are small cloud bamboo shoots and summer grass.

The most interesting thing is that there are many wide vermicelli on the side.All softly soaked in the rich and fragrant chicken soup, it looks delicious.

"This one looks like an omelette, and it's a local wheat stick pan. Add flour and water to make a paste, add eggs, dried shrimp, sausage slices, diced vegetables, green onions and seasonings, then pour into a pan and fry both sides with oil It turns golden yellow and can be eaten after being cut open. It is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, chewy and fragrant. This is just out of the oven, please try it quickly.”

The staff of the program group highly recommend this local specialty food.

Qingchuan took a piece, it was really salty and delicious, very delicious.

Except for a few people who want to keep fit, everyone else is very face-saving, and they will give it a CD for a few dollars per person.

In addition to chicken soup casserole and wheat paste pot, there are beef slices made by local cattle, stewed eggs with razor clam, dried tofu mixed with vinegar celery, braised eggplant and so on.

Qingchuan doesn't have the slightest idol self-consciousness, although he eats politely, he eats a lot.I ate two big chunks of greasy wheat sticks, a few beef slices, and a small pile of razor shells...

Even the bowl of rice was eaten clean, not a single grain of rice was left.

When it was over, I took a big spoonful of chicken soup and ate several pieces of chicken and vermicelli very happily.Commented while eating, "The chicken soup is fragrant and thick, and two dried lychees are added in it, so the chicken soup still has a little sweetness. I can eat two bowls of soup with rice."

Xiaohua Jiangxue's eyes were straight, she poked a little bit of rice and a few small bamboo shoots in the bowl with her chopsticks, all kinds of envy.

At the beginning, the photographer took pictures, but he didn't take pictures in the middle, that is, he took some leftovers at the end.There is no need for Qingchuan to eat desperately for the sake of shooting effects, so this is not a show, it is really edible, and he is not particularly picky about food.

"Yueming, didn't you eat in the morning? Come on, do you want some soup? Brother will give you some more." Wang Chao pretended to ask for a spoon of chicken soup.

"It's almost there, I won't be able to eat any more." Qingchuan drank the soup in the bowl at once, "The soup made by Bendi's old hen is very delicious, and I will raise two later."

Wang Chao laughed immediately. He had been to Xia Yueming's house, "Stop making trouble, where are you going to raise it? Don't ruin your hardcover house."

"I moved a long time ago, and now I live in the country, a country villa. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the environment is quiet." Qingchuan thought about his own home, and his mood improved. "There is a big yard over there, not to mention chickens, just raise two more chickens." Sheep are fine."

Wang Chao was taken aback. He knew that Qingchuan must have spent a lot of money looking for experts for treatment in the past two years, but he didn't expect that the house was sold, but he smiled, "That's great, I like country houses and dogs. How comfortable it is to raise a cat. Don't dislike me when I go to your house later."

"How can it be? Everyone, I am sure to welcome you."

After eating, a few people went out for a walk to digest food, and met a few curious fellow villagers from time to time.Zhang Li and He Yan are the easiest to recognize. Many old people here recognize the roles they have played, and they are very excited. They still remember the plot several years ago.However, a few young people do not have such popularity.

Because there are mostly old people here and very few young people.

"Many young people in the village have gone out to buy houses. This side is remote and the road is not easy to walk. The road was repaired the year before last, and the road before it was not so good. But after the road is cleared, the boss is behind That piece of fishpond was contracted to raise some ornamental fish, and many people came here to buy goldfish, and the number of people increased.”

Opposite Mr. Huang's old house is a clear stream. This water flows from the mountains. It is authentic mountain spring water. From time to time, a small fish can be seen swimming past the pebbles.

The water quality here is very good, and the industrial atmosphere is light. No wonder the boss came here to contract fish ponds to raise ornamental fish.When the environment is good, the fish will not get sick easily.

Walking along the stream, they also saw people fishing by the roadside, not all locals, some people came to fish by car, and even the whole family went out, grandparents and grandchildren threw fishing rods together.

Seeing the little child holding the fishing rod decently, and the voice of the parents next to him was a little louder, he was so anxious that he kept putting his finger to his mouth and making a 'shh' movement, Qingchuan couldn't help laughing.

He Yan also saw it next to him, and he remembered a poem: "The disheveled boy learns fishing, sitting sideways on the side of the berry moss and grass. Passers-by ask and wave..."

"It's too scary to be scared." Qing Chuan continued.

He Yan looked back at Qingchuan, "What do you think of this poem?" It was the subject of their clay sculptures.

"It fits the scene." Qing Chuan replied four words.

He Yan seemed to have found a bosom friend, and looking at Qingchuan was more like looking at his own junior.

To make clay sculptures, you don't have to get started. You must first understand the materials you want to make.Then design the shape according to the characteristics of this material.

The mud blocks provided by the program group are relatively hard and fine in texture, which are more suitable for carving and easy to make fine shapes.However, the toughness and viscosity of the mud block itself is not high. If there are hollow or suspended parts, there is still a shelf inside.

After the show started in the afternoon, everyone grouped into groups to design and make styles.

Qing Chuan and He Yan worked together to design the shape, both of them have a background in painting, Qing Chuan is good at sketching style, He Yan is good at traditional Chinese painting style, the two drew a comparison: He Yan's is more poetic, but Qing Chuan's characters are more poetic. The shape is more playful.

"Just choose your look."

"Uncle He's lines are beautiful."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and then they looked at each other with a smile. The old and the young were like friends at the moment, He Yan smiled and said: "Then take your shape, and I will draw it again." Uncle He used a soft Mao's signature pen began to draw a new shape.

The two worked very well together.

Next to him, Wang Chao leaned over to take a peek, and said with the palm of his fist, "It's over, it's over, this is a strong alliance, Xiao Yi, we're done." He picked up his drawing and shook it at the camera. Ink blot, I can't tell what it is.

"Look at them, and then look at me... By the way, what did I draw? Why can't I be right? Xiao Yi, do you regret teaming up with me?" Wang Chao cried, pitifully Xixi looked at her teammates.

Xiao Yi should answer at this moment, anything is fine, it can be serious or playful, and it can draw something interesting.This is the advantage of being a partner with the host. The professional habits of the host make them like to praise their teammates to warm up the atmosphere.

But today's Xiao Yi didn't know what was wrong, he was out of his mind, and he was out of state all the way, so he was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

In vain, he lost a topic that was thrown around, and didn't give his partner any chance to shake his burden.

As for the female team, they discussed what to do in the morning, and now they have already done the styling.Jiang Xue rubbed her nose with mud, "The slogan of our group is, never give up, strive to be the first!" She quickly glanced at the Qingchuan group, and added: "The first speed is also the first."

There must be slogans, and there must be retreats.

Their group is very harmonious, don't look at Jiang Xue, who has a young lady's face, she is very easy-going.After forming a team, I basically listened to the seniors, and what Zhang Li said was what.Zhang Li also takes care of the younger generation and asks her opinion on everything, so that if you let me and I let you, the atmosphere will naturally get better and better.

Zhang Li also told Jiang Xue about her anecdotes, saying that it was a coincidence that she had small hands, and the buns were always revealing, and she was disliked by her family, saying that Bai had a smart look, "I'm counting on you, Xiaoxue."

In the end, Jiang Xue didn't get any better. The two said they wanted to pinch the lady. Others looked at it for a long time, as if a ball was placed on the stick.

Don't mention Wang Chao's group, the design draft is still at the kindergarten level, anyway, the design drawings of the women's group are already at the junior high school level.

It seems that Qingchuan's group is like that.

Wang Chao tore off the paper by himself, saw that Qingchuan's group was still scribbling, and rubbed over to look at it. After seeing it, he almost didn't break out in a cold sweat, "What, what is this?"

Qing Chuan tilted his head, "My child is fishing."

He Yan also had an expression of 'you are so rare and strange', yes, children are fishing.

Wang Chao's reaction was too great, and other people also walked over to look at it, and they were all stunned.

I saw two paintings on Qingchuan's paper, the skeleton on the left and the skeleton covered with muscles on the right.They were all the same movements, but it was indeed a child sitting there, holding a fishing rod in one hand, and putting his finger on his lips sideways.

Of course, there are no lips, one is exposed teeth, and the other is contracted lip muscles.

Goosebumps do not appear on the body like money.

Are all art lunatics?

You call this 'fishing for children'?

"This is more intuitive, and it will be easy to make clay sculptures later." Qingchuan said seriously, "If you don't even know how to arrange human bones and textures, and want to draw characters well and make clay sculptures well, then It's definitely not easy."

"Sister Zhang Li, why don't I draw a skeleton and muscle diagram for you too? Doing so will make you a lady soon."

Zhang Li took a step back, held Jiang Xue tightly, and shook her hand like a fan, "It's okay, we're fine like this." It couldn't be better.

He Yan couldn't help but said: "You can't just see the appearance, you have to see the essence. What's so scary about it, I remember that you played a doctor in a play, and there were still skeleton models and a general teacher in the office .”

However, Sister Zhang Li didn't do anything, and immediately slipped away with Jiang Xue.

He Yan looked at Wang Chao again, Wang Chao reacted more than Zhang Li, dragged his partner and ran away.

After drawing the design draft, the two began to build a frame with bamboo strips, covered it with a layer of wet sackcloth, and smeared mud layer by layer to form a rough shape.At this time, He Yan will not interfere. He is good at painting, but he is really not good at sculpture.

Qingchuan really knows how to do it. He has never had a hand at the level of several lifetimes.

Experts make clay sculptures, and the aura is different. The two teams next door were just peeking, but slowly squeezed to the side, stretching their necks to watch.

They have all seen some video clips and pictures of the Qingchuan live broadcast, but watching it through the screen is far from the shock of the scene.How are people's hands so long? You can make the mud block whatever you want it to look like.

Even Mr. Huang, who was originally assisting at the side, couldn't help but come over to watch.As the saying goes, a layman watches the fun, and an insider watches the way. He was actually more surprised to see Qingchuan making clay sculptures than others.

This method is too sophisticated, and I have a very deep understanding of the characteristics of this material, that is, mud.

Strange, how could a star be so familiar with clay sculpture?

You know, the difference between professional and non-professional, one is that it has long been a part of daily life, so the movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, with a kind of rhythm, which is very enjoyable.As a non-professional, he plays occasionally. When he makes it, his movements can't be as smooth as the former.

At this level, he is still a young man who is not well-known... Mr. Huang came up with an idea for some reason.

Mr. Huang didn't chase stars, so he didn't recognize Qingchuan, and he didn't know his name, so he asked him, "Young man, how many years have you been studying this?"

Qing Chuan repaired the model with bamboo slices, and when he heard his question, he put down the bamboo knife in his hand, "I used to do it for fun, but I just settled down to learn it in the past two years."

"It's amazing, this one can't learn your level without water grinding." Mr. Huang couldn't help admiring, "Don't tell me, my grandson is not as good as this. He is still a child in front of you."

His grandson had been watching it all the time, and he was a little unhappy when he heard this, "Which one is not as good?"

"You are still not convinced, or else you should give it a shot, you two will compare." Mr. Huang revealed his real purpose.

When his grandson heard this, he knew that it was his grandfather deliberately provoking him, but the young man couldn't suppress his pride, even though he knew it was provoking him on purpose, he still couldn't help but feel competitive.

Qing Chuan didn't want to speak because of his fighting spirit, and several guests started booing.

"Bi, call them Bibi."

What was even worse was the filming crew, who found a wooden sign out of nowhere, which read: One round determines the outcome.The word crab crawls, is the program group so excited?

That young man named Xiaobao is a real young man, he was coaxed together like this, and his chicken blood surged up.

"Compare to compare."

The author has something to say: Qingchuan: I don't want to slap you in the face.

Young man: You must slap me in the face!

Impulse is the devil.