Su Nuo's interest soared. She took the paint handed to her by the old man and sat on the small stool without feeling the pain in her waist. She stared at her bamboo circle intently, painting stroke by stroke.

Su Ziqian looked up from time to time, and seeing Su Nuo drawing so seriously, a sincere smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His sister is really good.

Gu Yuelan, who was watching the live broadcast, grabbed Su Luo, who had just returned home to accompany his wife, and his eyes were already wet: "Look! Our daughter is very serious and careful in doing things! She is really great!"

Su Luo smiled and put his arm around Gu Yuelan's shoulders: "Yes."

A hint of pride flashed in their eyes as they looked at Su Nuo in the live broadcast camera.

An hour has passed.

Su Ziqian had already finished painting. He stopped and blew on the paint. After the paint was dry, he raised his bamboo weaving and said to Su Nuo: "Look, sister! I'm done!"

The bamboo weaving that had just been raised was put down, and Su Nuo was seen concentrating on painting. Su Ziqian looked at the gauze on the bamboo weaving, thinking it was nothing.

I was shocked and surprised when I saw it.

The magnificent and splendid landscape painting does not lose the elusive tenderness, which smoothes the aggressive mountain edges. The river and the mountains alternately surround and stretch out, and even form a layer of ice at the end of the landscape painting.

From time to time, a few little sparrows that are about to fall behind would fly forward tirelessly and diligently.

One side is a landscape painting.

On the other side is the vibrant spring filled with countless vitality. Spring water and willows grow together. A yellow oriole stands on the tree and sings loudly. The last leaves on the drooping branches of the willows drip the last drop of morning dew.

The sparrow in the front flew to spring.

The sparrows that survived the winter and struggled to fly towards spring finally met up with the orioles and landed on the branches of willow trees.

When Su Ziqian saw this painting, he was surprised why Su Nuo was so focused. It was such a good painting. He would not believe that Su Nuo was not at the master level even if he was beaten to death!

When the photographer saw Su Ziqian's shock, he immediately realized that he should find an angle and moved the camera in front of Su Nuo's bamboo weaving.

Soon, the audience saw Su Nuo's paintings.

He kept praising Su Nuo for his good painting.

Even the Su couple were amazed at Su Nuo's painting skills and were eager to enroll Su Nuo in a class.

Su Nuo put down the last stroke before he dared to stand up and wipe the sweat off his face.

The old master took a look at her painting and nodded repeatedly, with approval in his eyes: "Young people are really amazing! Your painting is much better than an old man like me!"

Su Nuo smiled sweetly and modestly: "Master, you are too kind. My bamboo weaving is far inferior to yours!"

The old master looked at Su Nuo's bamboo weaving and became more and more satisfied. He looked at Su Ziqian and said, "...Keep it up."

Su Ziqian: ...There’s no need to do this!

The master and Su Nuo laughed and said, "This bamboo weaving dance requires more than just bamboo weaving, there has to be dancing! My wife is out buying groceries, I'll teach you how to dance when she comes back!"

"Okay! Thank you, Master!"

Su Nuo carried his bamboo weaving to the door, picked up a small stool, sat on the doorstep, humming a song while waiting for the master's wife to come back.

She thought it was very interesting and liked it very much.

Su Ziqian sat on the other side of the threshold and waited with her.

Wait and wait.

I waited for almost an hour, but no one showed up.

Until Su Nuo was about to fall asleep holding the bamboo weaving.

Then I heard footsteps.

I looked up and saw an old woman walking back on foot, holding a basket with vegetables in it.

He immediately shook off his sleepiness, stood up straight and rushed towards the old woman, his eyes full of expectation: "Hello!"

“I’m here to learn bamboo choreography from you!”

The old woman took a look at the bamboo weaving in Su Nuo's hand and smiled: "Have you finished the bamboo weaving?"

"Yes!"

"Come in with me!"

The old woman led Su Nuo in, put down the vegetable basket, went over to talk to the old master for a few words, changed her clothes, and then came back.

Wearing a dance costume that outlines her body tightly, and holding the bamboo weaving made for her by the master, she came to Su Nuo.

She raised her feet slightly, held the bamboo weaving to her right, and leaned her body slightly, "Come, follow me."

Su Nuo followed her posture and did it.

Su Ziqian looked at the two people, and the two people looked at him. Both sides stared at each other, and finally chose to pick up his bamboo weaving and started moving together.

The choreographer first demonstrated the movements to them one by one, getting the basic movements right first, and then starting to slowly connect them together.

The choreographer is very friendly before they teach others, but once he starts teaching, the seriousness on his face is irresistible, and he carefully and sternly corrects their movements.

Until the sun gradually sets and evening arrives quietly, the glow of the sunset pours down on them, depicting a delicate and soft golden edge, quietly encouraging them.

Su Nuo's movements became more and more smooth. She danced with the bamboo weaving in a nimble posture step by step. Finally, she leaped forward, and the bamboo weaving flew out of her hand, dancing in the air, and then fell down leisurely, dancing gently on her fingertips.

The twin ponytails swayed with the movements, and the hem of her skirt bloomed like a flower.

Su Nuo put away the bamboo weaving and bowed to the choreographer: "Thank you, Master!"

The wrinkles at the corners of the choreographer's eyes came together at this moment, exploding like fireworks: "You're welcome, little girl. There are not many people learning this skill."

"I am so happy that someone is willing to learn and pass on the knowledge!"

Su Ziqian then looked up at the sky. It was already night and the moon had climbed out of the mountain and was hanging high in the sky!

Su Ziqian was stunned: "It's over! Which group are we in now?"

The barrage of comments suddenly woke up from Su Nuo's bamboo choreography.

[Qianbao and her sister are the last group. Where can they find food so late?]

[The production crew wouldn’t really not give them food, would they?]

The staff member said with regret: "I'm sorry, you are the last group, you have to find your own dinner tonight!"

Su Nuo patted Su Ziqian's shoulder and said, "It's okay. We can go find some wild vegetables or something."

I miss her, Su Nuo, and hate the love-brain problem. As a result, today I have to dig and eat wild vegetables just like the love-brain problem!

Hearing this, the choreographer smiled and said, "If you don't mind, why don't you eat with us? I bought a lot of food."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Su Ziqian led Su Nuo to express his gratitude.

"It's okay, it's just a meal."

"I haven't cooked yet. Please wait a moment, I'll make it now." The choreographer said with a smile.

"Let me help you!" Su Nuo followed the choreographer.

How could Su Ziqian let Su Nuo cook by herself? Of course he would cook together.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, Su Ziqian was dumbfounded.

I've seen simple kitchens, but I've never seen one as simple as this one!

The walls of the kitchen were black from the burn, but the countertops and tabletop were wiped clean.

There were some burnt firewood under the stove. The choreographer lit the fire, threw the firewood in, and started washing and cutting vegetables.

"Master, let me help you watch the fire!" Su Nuo shouted.

"good!"

Su Nuo took a small fan, fanned the air, and blew up the flames.

Su Ziqian was shocked: "This is the first time I've seen this."

"You two are from the city, right? It's normal that you haven't seen them in the city!" The choreographer kept cutting vegetables.

"I have seen it...but I just saw that this village didn't look poor, and was a little richer than other villages...I thought..." Su Ziqian then realized that he had said the wrong thing.