lost spark

In July and August, the wind is impetuous. In summer, there are few gray skies, and the dark clouds spread to the end of the horizon. It seems that there is no accident, and it will rain tonight.

After sending off the last two guests who came to experience, it was already dinner time, and when there was no class at school, Ding Chuang would stay in the studio for the whole afternoon.

When I stepped through the threshold, I noticed that the door of the opposite room was ajar, and a few beams of light leaked from the gap. This room was almost blocked by bookshelves, and the bamboo curtains that could not be cleaned by the window were dusty.There is an entrance and exit door next to it, and a Chinese knot is hung on the doorknob.

Ding Chuang walked over and opened the door directly. The tassel tassels with Chinese knots were shaking, like a unique welcome ceremony.He leaned against the door frame and said, "Brother Qu, when did you come and what do you want to eat? I'll help you order takeaway."

"No, I came here after eating." The person called "Brother Qu" was also a young man. The mask covered most of his face, revealing clear eyebrows, a high and sexy nose bridge, and a smooth forehead. Concentrate on the movements of your hands.

"Hey, look, I forgot again. Someone is having dinner with you now." Ding Chuang patted his head.

Qu Yixiao gave a soft "hmm", he kept changing the angle of the stone, Ding Chuang's words did not bring him much turmoil, which made Ding Chuang couldn't help but add: "Brother, are you happy?"

"Why do you ask that?" Qu Yixiao raised his head.

"It only takes 1 minute to go from one person to two people, but it may take a long time to achieve this, overturning countless decisions."

Ding Chuang has never been in a relationship, but his thinking is very clear. He pointed to Qu Yixiao's ring finger and said, "I just think that you are such a thoughtful person, but you keep silent about your happy event. I don't understand."

"so what should I do now?"

"At least celebrate, you are so well matched, everyone should bless you." Ding Chuang said.

His words brought a smile to Qu Yixiao's eyes, and Ding Chuang was a little confused. Based on his understanding of the person in front of him, he thought that Qu Yixiao should be happy.

"Everyone...that's really difficult." Because of the cold Qu Yixiao has been coughing recently, his voice is slightly hoarse, and he doesn't want to continue: "There is no one at night, you go home."

"I think you can do it for a while, anyway, it's nothing to do when you go back." Ding Chuang is a junior, he has been by Qu Yixiao's side for several years, he is clever and willing to learn, has a hot heart, and a chatty mouth Dare to say anything.

When he looked closely, Yixiao's hand under the lamp line looked bloodless, the knuckles were protruding due to the force, and his slender fingers were fiddling with a small and shaped loquat-colored seal stone.

The texture of the stone looks shiny and transparent. After processing, the stone body presents a fine texture. If you observe carefully, it is a crouching dragon that is winding and circling, and its majesty is still overwhelming.

Ding Chuang touched it carefully with his hand, and praised repeatedly: "Brother Qu, this field yellow is so expensive, I really don't know where they got it, and it's not easy to engrave, you are really amazing."

"You can try it too."

"No, I won't be able to pay for this thing if I mess it up." Ding Chuang didn't even look at his operation, and retreated three feet away, went out of the living room, picked up his backpack and shouted: "Next time, brother, I'll go first ah."

"be careful."

The night was uncomfortably hot, and the insects and cicadas were boiling.

The room was quiet, the ink marks on the stone were gradually cut by the tip of the knife, forming a ravine that was neither deep nor shallow, Qu Yixiao's movements were smooth, deliberately slowing down the speed of the knife, not daring to do whatever he wanted like usual.

This stone is only two fingers deep and wide but every inch of land is precious. Once it is damaged, it will not be worth the loss.

Brush off the excess powder, and a "Fu" character is spread across half of the stone surface. The stone surface is too narrow and the characters are too complicated, so the lines must be thin and the layout must be well-matched. Qu Yixiao checked the book first. The design on the manuscript paper is complete, so I can rest assured to think about it on the stone.

The strange thing is that the ancients often described the word "wealth" as round and lovely, with few sharp and thin bodies. In order to pursue this kind of life form, people in the world step on the mud and blood, just like a few strokes, it is easy to write , Seal carving is difficult.

One person didn't finish work until eight o'clock, closed his eyes to relieve the sore eyes, and it really started to rain outside the window.

The surroundings are silent, and occasionally someone's dog can be heard barking.

This is an engraving art studio, which was used by Qu Yixiao's teacher to write and draw.The studio is filled with a strong smell of calligraphy and ink, which is exactly the same as the style exuded by the teacher.

There are two rows of huge wooden shelves in the living room. Most of the shelves are printed copies of calligraphy, paintings and seal carvings created by the owner in the past year. There are some dusty plaques on the ground. "of.

Not only that, but there are also many round baskets and cabinets in each room. Stones of different sizes, colors and textures are placed. The complete and incomplete ones are intertwined with each other, making people dazzled.

In the first year that Qu Yixiao came here, the teacher vacated a spare room for him, and since then Qu Yixiao's life has been dealing with stones.Now that the teacher is half-retired, the operation and continuation of this studio basically falls on his shoulders.

After confirming that the door was locked, Qu Yixiao held up the umbrella and walked out slowly.

The long and deep alley separates the noise from the quiet, the street lights are dim, and if you bypass a fork, the street will be much noisy.

The children running in front of them held balloons in one hand and ice cream that was about to melt in the other. The bosses of some shops just started eating dinner, and the public places on the roadside were full of people walking.Qu Yixiao took two steps and got into a waiting taxi.

After getting out of the car, the rain became lighter, Qu Yixiao put away his umbrella, and the streets were lined with sycamore trees.The further you go, the worse the environment is. There are only a few sparse and dusty street lamps for people to move forward.

Qu Yixiao walked under the rain, on the warped floor tiles, and among the fallen leaves that no one cleaned.

Different from the lively alleyways, this is the most remote place in the city, where the battery tricycles are parked indiscriminately on the side of the road, and there are drops of water dripping from the rusty handles.

Going around the green-painted old-fashioned newsstand, you can see mottled low-rise bungalows and dilapidated old buildings. The rooms are next to each other, and the scattered lights look crowded and dense.

The walls of the bungalow area are covered with blue and yellow tattered newspapers, and behind the newspapers are vulgar graffiti.The red bricks of the Tongzilou are discolored, the mud tiles are damp, and the moss is overgrown. The mess is undoubtedly the first impression of it.

Qu Yixiao walked without any hesitation. He was wearing simple short-sleeved shirts. He was clean and upright. He is no stranger here.

The old man at the door was eating a cigarette, sitting on a cool chair and blowing the night breeze, saw Qu Yixiao, sure that he was not dazzled in the dark night, and yelled: "Xiao Qu, come and see the little old man again."

"Grandpa Li." Qu Yixiao nodded, and then got into an old-fashioned building next to him. It's been ten years, and this place has never changed.

Sewage accumulated in the groove of the stone and was dried in the sun. A few pots of Chlorophytum next to it have not been taken care of. The leaves are yellow and old. A gray cat just passed by, startling the few resting on the ground. Pigeon, flew to the pole and wet its white feathers.

They scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered.

Walking past the common sink, the leftmost room on the first floor is full of waste materials, such as cardboard, unwanted books, and folded newspapers. corridor.

Amid the ticking rain, the phone rang especially abruptly.

Qu Yixiao took out his mobile phone, and as soon as he connected, the voice came from the other end: "Why haven't you come back, it's raining outside, I remember you brought an umbrella before you went out, do you want... to bring you an umbrella? "The other party asked softly at the end.

"I have an umbrella, don't worry, there is something going on here, I'll be back later, you don't have to wait for me."

"Oh." The person on the opposite side seemed a little disappointed, and just as he was about to say something, the door in front of Qu Yixiao opened.

The old iron door had lost most of its inferior paint, and made an unpleasant harsh sound of "squeak", which was transmitted along the mobile phone that had not been hung up. In the next second, Qu Yixiao heard the person ask: "Are you here?" where?"

"I'll hang up first, you go to bed early." Qu Yixiao didn't answer, but cut off the phone.

The rickety old man stood inside the door, his stature was short, and he only touched Qu Yixiao's shoulders. Years of exposure to the wind and sun had caused his skin to lose its original color, unlike when Qu Yixiao first met him, his whole body was skinny and skinny , even to the point of appalling.

It's just that it's not easy for people to grow back when they're old, only those eyes never change when looking at people, Qu Yixiao called out: "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Chengli let him in, "I still remember this old man."

Qu Yixiao knew that he was taking advantage of the topic, and his temper came up, he laughed and said: "It was delayed by other things."

Zhang Chengli snorted, and walked into the house, "What can you do, it's nothing more than hands-on work, I think your feet are also stuck."

"I came here this time to tell you, it's a good thing." After saying that, Qu Yixiao became unsure again, and changed his words: "If it's a good thing."