Red Dust and Sand Sculpture

Li Shasha's daily life is very regular, playing Rubik's cube puzzles, reading books, and using the computer to browse headlines to prevent being out of touch with the times.

"News?" Mr. Li's first reaction was that Li Xiangfu secretly went to participate in a certain variety show.

Li Shasha reversed his wrong thoughts in time, saying: "This time it's social news."

In order to avoid misunderstanding, I specially emphasized again: "It's very social."

"..."

Going upstairs and unloading the computer, the whole process was operated very neatly. It is expected that Li Xiangfu will often be on the news in the future, so Li Shasha specially allocated a disk for material preservation.

Old Man Li suddenly asked Li Huaichen: "What grade did you enroll him in?"

Without a positive response, Li Huaichen said lightly: "It's all the same."

"..."

"Just last night, a group of criminals broke into the house, but the purpose was unbelievable."

Li Shasha had already started to play the video, and the content quickly attracted the attention of the other two people. Even Aunt Zhang put down the work at hand for a while and took a second look.

On the screen, the suspect’s arm is still in plaster, and he complains helplessly: “It’s not about killing people and setting fire, the employer just let us catch people to watch the striptease.”

The camera turned to a policeman talking: "After our verification, this is indeed one of the purposes of their crime. Because the main suspect is currently in an unstable mental state, the deeper reason needs to be discovered."

The last one to appear was Li Xiangfu. Although he was wearing a mosaic, but from his outfit and his eye-catching long hair, people around him could easily recognize him even if he blocked his face.

The reporter asked him what he thought of the purpose of this criminal gang.

The microphones were very close, and the familiar bass sounded to everyone around the dining table: "Everyone has his own ambitions, I just want to say...the times have changed."

The last four words are mixed with sigh and relief.

The corner of Mr. Li's mouth twitched: "What is he lamenting?"

Li Shasha said seriously: "Father has made it very clear that we have caught up with the good times."

"..."

·

Li Xiangfu - It can be said that the day was quite wonderful.

The reporter did not leave after the interview at noon.

Their car broke down, so they had to wait for dawn to send someone from the city to pick them up.Even so, the reporter who interviewed Li Xiangfu sent the written manuscript and video, and the review did not delay the release.

The reporter's surname is Cao. He is young but has a wealth of professional experience. He is not idle here, wandering around looking for any hot spots.When she saw Li Xiangfu making pastries, she immediately moved over with interest.

Li Xiangfu stood aside a little, his hands kept moving, and he started to fry the sesame seeds.

"Is it convenient for us to record it with the camera?"

Li Xiangfu nodded, still busy working in an orderly manner. The maltose was boiling in the pot and bubbling. With the help of his wrist, he gently shook it with a spoon, and the syrup was evenly sprinkled in the freshly ground powder.

Reporter Cao doesn’t like sweets, and always thinks she’s choking, but she especially likes to watch the production process, and she quickly sees something: “Is this to make bean candy with inscriptions?”

Li Xiangfu nodded.

Because the pastry with the word "Fu" is very auspicious, originally this kind of dim sum is eaten during the Spring Festival, but Li Xiangfu is also aware of this, and plans to make each one with the word "Fu" in the bean candy, which can be regarded as conveying some kind of blessing.

As expected, Reporter Cao has a very strong sense of news. She knows that it is not attractive to introduce food alone, but she can add a piece of news tomorrow. She thought about it at the beginning——

"Do you still remember Mr. Li who was about to be taken away by robbers to watch a striptease? He is actually an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage..."

The inscription bean candy was cut into super cute little pieces, and Li Xiangfu gave some to reporters and photographers.

Probably because of the small portion and witnessing its birth process, the pastry tastes particularly sweet.

Dessert is suitable as an after-meal condiment, and Li Xiangfu made braised pork and stir-fried green beans.The scent wafted out, and the homeowner, who was busy supervising the children doing their homework, swallowed and couldn't help but lean into half of his body.

"What is this doing? It smells so good."

Li Xiangfu smiled: "Braised pork, I saved some without spicy peppers, let the children eat it."

The homeowner immediately liked him greatly and thanked him again and again.

Not far away, Li Xiangfu borrowed a dinner plate and brought it directly.

The door hadn't been repaired yet, Qin Jin moved to another room and was packing up his things.After entering the door, Li Xiangfu pushed the plate forward a little: "I think the craftsmanship is pretty good."

Qin Jin glanced at him, sat down and picked up chopsticks to taste a mouthful.

The stewed braised pork is crispy and soft. Every time you chew the soup, the taste buds will explode on the tip of the tongue. It is paired with fresh and tender green beans, and there is no greasy feeling after eating.

Li Xiangfu said that the craftsmanship is good, which is an absolute modest word, it is more than good, this skill can easily surpass many top chefs.

Halfway through eating, Qin Jin raised his eyes to look at him: "If you start your business by opening a restaurant, the bonus for collecting folk songs can only be considered a fraction."

Li Xiangfu shook his head: "It's easy to hurt your hands when cutting vegetables, and it will affect my playing the piano."

"..."

Speaking of being injured, Li Xiangfu suddenly thought of Zhou Panbai: "I don't know if that group of people has been handed over." The concern on his brows was not fake: "The food in prison is not good, what should I do?"

Qin Jin heard the hand holding the chopsticks - pause.

"It wasn't that he showed up in time. I don't know when I will be able to cure my sickness of being naked when I see it." Li Xiangfu pondered: "I want to send some snacks."

He lowered his head and sighed, his long hair was hanging down on Ruyu's cheeks, who wouldn't say anything after seeing him--I feel sorry for him?

Qin Jin pursed his thin lips: "Hiding your gratitude in your heart is the best repayment to Zhou Panbai."

·

The free creation session was skipped—half of them, except for Li Xiangfu, only Mo Yijing, Yu Bin and Lin Yanshu remained.The eliminated contestants still have full board and lodging, and can follow the team to broaden their horizons and concentrate on creation.

That night, everyone was called to a place, and Judge Zhao stood at the front and spoke: "The original plan was that I would lead the team tomorrow to collect folk songs at the designated location. However, the weather forecast temporarily issued a rainstorm warning. I and several others The judges discussed it—we changed it to the day after tomorrow.”

It only took a few minutes to explain the game, and the second half mainly emphasized psychological problems, using Zhou Panbai as an example to warn everyone to do things rationally.

Back at the residence, Li Xiangfu looked at the ceiling and fell into thought.Judge Zhao's words vaguely revealed a piece of information that the finals did not focus on a certain feature of Tianxi Ancient Village, but on the outside world.

snow mountain?

After thinking about it, I shook my head, the snow mountain is too far away, there are potential safety hazards, the probability is not high.

Something was hidden in his heart, and the cicadas were screaming loudly outside the window, Li Xiangfu lay flat on the bed, and it took a long time before he managed to fall asleep.

The owner raised chickens, and before the rooster crowed the next day, Li Xiangfu had finished washing and stood in front of the window thinking whether to practice writing first or run for a lap.

At this moment, Qin Jin's phone call came in suddenly.

Knowing that he was at the door, Li Xiangfu hurried down the stairs to open the door.

Qin Jin didn't come empty-handed, there was a tall box beside him.

Scanning the words on the outer packaging, Li Xiangfu was a little surprised: "Guqin?"

Qin Jin: "Luoxia Pavilion has a new collection - a nice piano, I'll ask them to send it here."

Li Xiangfu first considered the shipping cost: "Wouldn't it be necessary to send it back when we leave?" Qin Jin nodded.

Without looking at Qin or him, Li Xiangfu silently thought about the other party's purpose.

"Yesterday I heard that you are very good at playing the piano," Qin Jin said with the usual expression, "I'm thinking about changing the ringtone of my phone recently."

Li Xiangfu believed in ghosts, and questioned one by one: "It will take at least two days for the courier to arrive, which proves that it has nothing to do with what I said yesterday..."

After finishing this point, he was about to bring up the second logically contradictory point, but he was interrupted before he could speak this time.

Qin Jin threw out three words lightly: "I have money."

Three words can sum it up - everything.

Someone is willing to spend 10 yuan to buy a plastic bag with a trademark on it. If he spends several million to buy a guqin and send it to someone to record the ringtone of his mobile phone, what's the problem?

"..."

·

The rainstorm warning is very accurate, today is not a good weather.

There was a flash of white light in the sky, followed by the rumbling of thunder.

There were no cars on either side of the muddy path, and the hitchhiking driver was unavoidably a little uneasy. He had to pass through the wilderness in this weather, and his mood was as heavy as a dark cloud in the sky at this moment.

From time to time, he secretly glanced at the passengers in the rear row through the rearview mirror, and the driver reassured that such a good-looking person would not take the risk of robbery.

The man's cell phone vibrated twice in a row, but was disconnected both times. He finally chose to answer the third time, and said coldly: "I don't like answering calls during thunderstorms."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little loud, and the driver could vaguely hear it.

"It's nothing more than a Qin Jin. He was on the news yesterday because he met a robber, and there was a coincidence in the ancient village. How can there be such a coincidence..."

"...If we delay it any longer, there may be many more crimes waiting for him to suffer."

"I'll contact you when I arrive." Li Anqing didn't give the other party a chance to chatter, and terminated the call directly.

The driver silently characterized the man in the back seat as a customer not to be trifled with.

Everything in the village spread quickly, Li Anqing found out where Li Xiangfu lived after she got out of the car and asked for a while.

The owner was collecting things and became wary when he saw a stranger.

Li Anqing put down a few hundred yuan and said, "I'm here to find someone."

The night before last, hooligans broke in, and the owner struggled to let him go.

Li Anqing said indifferently: "It's not about seeking revenge. People with brains don't choose to commit crimes during the day."

The owner felt that it made sense, so he turned sideways to clear the way, and pointed to the room on the second floor, where the sound of a piano was flowing from the half-open window.The door on the second floor is ajar, and one can get a glimpse of the scene inside.

— As the piece draws to a close, the person playing the qin looks focused, and when the strings are plucked by slender fingers, it seems to have a new life.

At the end of the song, Qin Jin clapped his hands in admiration: "Well played..." Then he pointed to the cakes on the plate: "The desserts are also well done."

Li Xiangfu was used to listening to Li Shasha's comments every time he played, and smiled slightly to ask him to comment too.

Qin Jin leaned back on the chair with half-closed eyes, as if thinking.

The harmonious scene was broken, and the vibrating sound of the mobile phone outside the door disturbed the two people in the house.

When he saw someone coming, Li Xiangfu's breath was stagnant, and he reacted for a few seconds before calling out: "Second brother?"

"You guys go ahead, I'll answer the call." Li Anqing answered with a blank expression, but the phone wasn't close to her ear, and she pressed the hands-free button to make sure everyone could hear it.

Li Xichun's voice immediately echoed in the room——

"Haven't you arrived yet? No matter how much Xiangfu is messing around, at least he is your own brother. He already knows the truth of the matter. He must have been frightened these two days..."

"Hey, can you hear me? I'm talking to you. When you get there, hurry up and see how you are? Are you all scared?"

At this moment, Li Anqing suddenly looked at Li Xiangfu, and said very calmly, "Answer her, how are you doing?"

Li Xiangfu: "..."

The author has something to say: Li Xiangfu: Thank you for the invitation, next question.