Xiaoqi woke up from his lunch break and washed his face, but did not start practicing calligraphy as usual.
Instead, he took out the bundle of bamboo strips he bought from town that morning.
The other people in the dormitory also woke up one after another because everyone had something to do in the afternoon.
Wei Cheng's film club is going to show a movie, Yunshu's tea art club is also having activities, Mi'er has the most clubs, and both the External Relations Club and the Photography Club are having activities in the afternoon, so she has to run between them.
Xiaoqi has an activity at the calligraphy and painting club in the afternoon, but it doesn’t start until three o’clock, so she plans to make the small bamboo bags first.
Because everyone was going out, they all got up to wash and dress.
As a result, they saw their amazing roommate Su Xiaoqi actually weaving something with bamboo strips...really weaving something.
Mi'er and Yunshu had never seen such an operation before, and they were simply shocked.
Wei Cheng had seen some elderly people in his hometown who could do bamboo weaving, but he had the impression that only very old people could do it. So what kind of amazing roommate was this?
Mi'er quickly turned on her mobile phone to shoot video.
Xiaoqi's bamboo weaving skills are at entry level, not as good as her father's, but she is more clever. After all, she has seen more things outside.
The workmanship is definitely not as delicate and detailed as my father's, but it is much better than the flower baskets in that store.
The history of Gumula Village is eternal, and bamboo weaving is actually an ancient craft that has been passed down.
Xiaoqi's hands were very fast, and the bamboo strips seemed to come alive in her hands.
Because the dormitory is quite stuffy and full of girls, they usually don’t close the door, so people in the dormitory opposite can also see it.
Seeing the commotion in dormitory 606, people from other dormitories also came over to watch.
As a result, I saw that Su Xiaoqi was actually doing handicrafts...not ordinary handmade paper folding or something.
Many people grew up in the city and had never seen this scene before, so they were very curious.
Xiaoqi didn't want to be watched by so many people, so he thought he should hang a curtain on the door to allow for ventilation and provide some cover.
She did it even faster. In fact, she just made a small bag that could be carried on the back and could hold a cell phone and lipstick. Foreigners don't have the habit of carrying hot water, so there is no need to consider whether a thermos can be placed in it.
The small bag was woven in a short while. When making the handle, you need to twist two bamboo strips together. It would be better if you have bamboo roots, but Xiaoqi saw that the store didn't have them this morning. They did have hemp rope, so he took that too.
The bamboo strips here are pretty good, wide and green and very beautiful. The advantage of bamboo products is that the color will change over time, but each period has different characteristics, from new green to old green to brown. The longer it is used, it is like time has patinated it, and it will look better and more durable.
I saw Su Xiaoqi twisting the bamboo strips with her hands, and she twisted them into a strip very easily. Although the strips looked prickly, she was not afraid of hurting her hands.
Deputy squad leader Yue Lai even came to watch the fun. She lived in Meng City and had never seen this before. She asked curiously, "Will this hand not get hurt?"
"If you're not used to it, it will happen. Doing it too much will hurt your hands. I just unscrew two handles and it's okay." Xiaoqi explained.
Someone asked where I learned it.
"My father is very good at bamboo weaving. I guess it's a family tradition." When Xiaoqi talked about his father, his face smiled more than usual.
Chu Yu also ran to watch the fun, but stood behind the crowd.
Xiao Qi fixed the handle, but at the last moment, his hand was pricked by a thorn on the bamboo strips, and it started bleeding redly instantly.
She originally wanted to put it in her mouth and suck it, but Gu Yunshu immediately took out a bunch of alcohol gauze and disinfected it.
Yunshu has a whole first aid kit that her mother prepared.
Seeing her posture, she was about to wrap her hand like a mummy, but Xiao Qi quickly refused: "It's okay, just a little bit."
But Yunshu was still worried and put a band-aid on the wound. Xiaoqi thought that if he refused, he would be wrapped in gauze. Compared with that, the band-aid was better. In fact, it was a very small wound. It was just a prick and bled. It would probably heal in a while and the wound would not be visible.
Then Xiaoqi continued to use the hemp rope to tightly wrap the handle in circles, preferably tying a knot and burning the tail.
The things are all rough, but when made into small bags they become exquisite. The rustic hemp rope is especially suitable when paired with bamboo.
Xiaoqi found the homespun cloth her mother had prepared for her. Of course, it was not for giving as a gift. Sheng Juanhua thought that the homespun cloth was strong and could be used anywhere, such as as a pillowcase or padding. So, she stuffed a few pieces into Xiaoqi's pocket. Xiaoqi said she didn't want it at the time.
Now cut the cloth into strips, braid them into a long strip like a braid, and then tie them on both sides of the bag handle. A simple bamboo bag is ready.
The homespun cloth is brightly colored, the hemp rope for the handle is simple and rustic, and the bamboo bag is emerald green, which is very beautiful.
Yunshu, the student with the strongest literary and artistic sentiment in the dormitory, couldn't help but take a few photos with it.
Wei Cheng also liked it very much and kept praising it: "It's great!"
Mi'er was the most realistic. She said with a sigh, "Xiao Qi, you have this skill. You won't starve to death even if you don't go to school."
"That won't work. If I don't go to school, my parents will scold me to death." Xiaoqi always speaks casually to Mier.
The things were ready and the onlookers dispersed.
Xiao Qi looked at the time and it was almost time to sign up for the calligraphy and painting club. The club's activities were also held in the Datang Complex Building, where he had taken a college student mental health class last time.
On the way, Xiaoqi suddenly received a call from his student Jiajia.
As soon as the call was connected, I heard a familiar excited scream from the other end: "Teacher Xiaoqi, I saw your singing competition video. It's amazing. The girls in our class all want to be your fans. Do you think it's better to call them Qi fans or Su fans?"
Su Xiaoqi: ...
Hold the phone away from your ear, it's really just a little girl screaming, the score is too high.
Xiaoqi waited until Jiajia calmed down a little before asking her how she was doing.
"That's all, but my English teacher praised me for my progress. My mom has been very busy lately and doesn't have time to spend with me. My dad originally asked me to go to grandma's house, but I said I wanted to swim and didn't go. I really don't understand him. Grandma obviously doesn't like me, but she likes to see her precious grandson, but she always asks me to go. I don't know what's going on in his head. Teacher, I'll come and visit you after the National Day holiday."
Xiao Qi: ...
She has never taken children outside.
"You need to discuss this with your mother and get her consent. I'm going to run a marathon for National Day, so I might not have much time to spend with you."
When Liang Jiajia heard the word "marathon", she screamed again.
Xiao Qi: ...I have a bad feeling.
After hanging up the phone, I walked a few steps and arrived at the Datang Complex Building.
The calligraphy and painting club was in a classroom in the general building. As soon as Xiao Qi entered, she saw a familiar figure... Li Weijin, the class's sports committee member. Xiao Qi thought she had walked into the wrong place... Li Weijin was actually joining a club? And the calligraphy and painting club?
Xiaoqi thought he might go to the golf club or the horse training club or something... It was obviously not in line with his style to come here.
It was indeed inconsistent, because there was no one around him, so Xiaoqi saw him at a glance.
But I feel that Li Weijin is not as aloof as the legend says. When she sang before, Li Weijin even gave her flowers on behalf of the class committee... It seems that he is actually quite sociable.
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