The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

  Chapter 501 Don’t draw anything, just draw a happy mood

  Of course, Wu Yuan didn't come to drink tea.

  So after drinking a few cups of tea, he said straight to the point with the eldest sister of the Huang family: "Can you show me around, I'll see the situation of this courtyard, and then I can come up with a renovation plan."

  The eldest sister of the Huang family looked embarrassed.

  Wu Yuan further suggested: "We can start from this other courtyard first, from far to near, and try to be as light as possible."

  The eldest sister of the Huang family: "Okay, Master Wu, come with me."

  Yan Ruqing was waiting to get up.

  But Wu Yuan stopped him and said: "Sister Yan, don't follow along. It's okay to learn from Huang Lao, and pan the string in your hand."

  Yesterday, Yan Ruqing also met the skewers that Wu Yuan made for Mr. Huang.

   It was one size bigger than the string in her hand.

  But Yan Ruqing likes this one on her wrist, it's the right size, and it doesn't show much.

   On the other side, Wu Yuan followed the eldest sister of the Huang family to watch from room to room.

  Some rooms have a suspended ceiling, so he has to find a ladder, remove the ceiling and climb up to see what's going on.

   It was quite embarrassing to be disgraced for a while.

  Even so, Wu Yuan still looked at it very carefully. When he encountered some key points, he still put them on paper and memorized them carefully.

   This unhurried and professional attitude made even the eldest sister of the Huang family nod secretly.

  Of course, the speed will not be fast.

   When Mr. Huang woke up from his lunch break, Wu Yuan had just finished watching the other courtyard.

  Looking at Wu Yuan's disheveled face, Mr. Huang didn't recognize him at all, and even asked Yan Ruqing: "Yan girl, who is that person?"

  Yan Ruqing couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Huang, don't you recognize Master Wu?"

  Old Huang immediately stiffened his mouth: "I recognize it, I recognize it, I'm just testing you."

  Wait until Wu Yuan finished reading, first went outside the door to pat the dust, and then went back to Huang Lao and sat down, intending to ask Huang Lao for his opinion on the renovation of the courtyard.

   As a result, before the chat started, Mr. Huang hurriedly said: "Master Xiao Wu likes to smoke, go and take out my cigarette."

  The eldest sister of the Huang family looked anxious.

  How can the old man have any cigarettes?

   The reason for saying this is purely to force the eldest daughter to entertain the guests with cigarettes, so that he can take the opportunity to enjoy himself.

  Wu Yuan saw it, and immediately said: "Old Huang, I don't like smoking, I like drinking tea."

   Huang and Lao both stared at each other: "You are young, what kind of health tea do you drink? Hurry up and get some cigarettes."

   Wu Yuan stopped talking, he tried his best.

  When the eldest sister of the Huang family took out the special cigarettes, Mrs. Huang happily clicked on one, and then drove the eldest daughter and Yan Ruqing away.

  Wu Yuan is not used to smoking special cigarettes, he just wants to cooperate with Mr. Huang.

  So he took the opportunity to say: "Old Huang, smoking is harmful to your health, what are you trying to do?"

  Huang Lao laughed: "I'm an old man, what else can I draw?" Seeing that Wu Yuan was puzzled, he said to himself: "If you don't draw anything, just draw something to make you feel happy!"

  If you had said this earlier, I would have understood it!

  Wu Yuan showed a tacit smile, and Huang Lao changed the subject and asked: "Xiao Wu, what do you think of Yan girl?"

  Wu Yuan respectfully said: "Sister Yan doesn't dislike me as a bumpkin, she has helped me a lot. I will remember her forever."

  In the end, Huang Lao said with disdain on his face: "This is useless! You really remember her well, so give her a child."

  Okay, let’s talk about the renovation of the courtyard house, why did it get here?

  Wu Yuan had a big face, and explained bravely: "Old Huang, I'm married, and I have a wife."

   "What's the matter?" Mr. Huang lightly flicked the cigarette ash, "A real man with three wives and four concubines, careless about trivial matters..."

  Is that what you said?

  Wu Yuan had an expression of 'I'm uneducated, Mr. Huang, don't lie to me'.

   In the end, what Huang Lao responded to him was grandiose disdain.

   Forget it, being dismissed by his old man, he will not lose skin or flesh.

  Once Huang Laokou finished beating, he was obviously more comfortable.

   Started to talk about some of my ideas about the courtyard house.

  In fact, it is not a specific idea, but mainly to highlight a memory of the old man's early life.

  Wu Yuan could tell that a meritorious veteran like Mr. Huang was born into a rich family in his early years.

   Now that he is nearly an octogenarian, he has a deep memory of every plant and tree in his childhood.

  I even want to make everything around me a replica of the past.

  Because that kind of environment is the environment he feels most comfortable in.

   This point, Wu Yuan has been a man for two generations, and he also has a lot of experience.

   Try my best to feel the luxury of "hanging red lanterns high" in Huang Lao's mouth, and the quietness of "how deep is the courtyard".

   It is gradually slanting westward.

  Mr. Huang talked a lot, but for a foreign designer like Judy, I'm afraid it would drive me crazy.

   But Wu Yuan became more and more touched when he heard it.

  Until the eldest sister of the Huang family came to find her, the first thing she did was to grab the cigarette case and take a look.

   Fortunately, only two were missing.

  Wu Yuan also took the opportunity to get up and said: "Mr. Huang, I'll be here first today. I'll make a design rendering when I go back, and then I'll show it to you."

   Huang Lao raised his hand: "Go, go, don't forget what I told you."

  Wu Yuan saw Yan Ruqing approaching, so he just let it go.

  The eldest sister of the Huang family sent the two of them to the door, and thanked Wu Yuan for not letting her father smoke more.

  Wu Yuan explained: "In fact, Mr. Huang himself doesn't smoke, he just wants to have fun."

  The eldest sister of the Huang family said in relief: "From now on, I don't care about him, just let him smoke."

   In the end, Wu Yuan vetoed it: "Don't, you have to take care of it!"

  This time, not only did the eldest sister of the Huang family not understand, even Yan Ruqing's eyes widened.

  Wu Yuan had no choice but to explain: "Actually, what Mr. Huang enjoys is the process of fighting wits and courage with you, and the cigarette he finally got is like a reward, the honey of life."

  The eldest sister of the Huang family suddenly realized.

  Yan Ruqing was thoughtful.

   It wasn't until the Honda sports car left the alley and exited the second ring road that he came back to his senses and said, "What you said is quite philosophical."

  Wu Yuan grinned, like a utterly rough guy, and said: "Tell me what you want, Sister Yan, just don't laugh at me."

   "I really didn't expect Huang Lao's life as a soldier, and the honey he lives now is just a cigarette."

  Wu Yuan asked smoothly: "Sister Yan, what is the honey of your life?"

  Who would have thought that one sentence left Yan Ruqing at a loss.

   This topic is on the ground.

  The key is that it doesn't matter if you lay on the ground, don't turn around and tell Yan Ruqing to go back tonight, you will be completely depressed.

  So Wu Yuan quickly picked it up by himself, and continued to chat: "Actually, there is a fable about the honey of life."

"oh?"

"One day, a traveler was walking in the wilderness when he suddenly heard a roar behind him. He looked back and saw a tiger rushing towards him. He ran away in a hurry and found a dry well in front of him - there was a tiger beside the well. An old vine..."

  Wu Yuan's tone of voice is unremarkable, especially in Mandarin, which still has a lingering dialect flavor.

  Yan Ruqing was mesmerized as soon as he opened his mouth.

  (end of this chapter)