Chapter 73 Sending You a Flower
Hearing Lu Yanchuan's deep voice coming from behind, even though Shen Li still had some regrets, she could only grit her teeth and take him with her.
The studio is not far from the reception room; you just walk down a corridor to get there.
As soon as you step into the studio, you can almost smell the earth in the air.
It didn't smell bad at all, and it actually put Shen Li at ease immediately.
After Lu Yanchuan walked in, he looked around.
Places for playing in the mud are never exactly clean and tidy, but this studio is not cramped or small.
Several pottery wheels were placed against this wall, while against the other wall was a row of long tables with various tools, including carving knives for refining details on the clay, painting tools, and so on.
Shen Li had already taken the apron off the hook on the wall and put it on.
Lu Yanchuan could also see that she had seemed a little uneasy, as if she wanted to change her mind, when she was walking down the corridor earlier.
But as soon as she stepped into the studio, Shen Li's demeanor underwent a noticeable change.
It was as if he had completely entered her domain.
In this field, she is omnipotent.
"Please sit wherever you like," Shen Li said to him, and then quickly got back to her own business.
Prepare the clay, knead it, and knead it repeatedly.
Lu Yanchuan watched her repeat those tedious and repetitive actions over and over again.
Watching this made him wonder... how much longer would he have to rub it?
With that thought in mind, he asked the question aloud.
Shen Li didn't stop working, but glanced at him and said, "You have to knead out all the air holes in the mud, otherwise it will crack when you fire it, and then all your hard work will be for nothing."
Watching her add water to the mud little by little, kneading it repeatedly for a while, it was finally done.
Only then did they place the mud ball in the center of the turntable.
Shen Li had prepared too much clay. She hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Yanchuan, somewhat hesitantly, "Uh, there's too much clay... Do you want to play with it?"
Playing in the mud?
"No need," Lu Yanchuan shook his head.
Shen Li didn't try to dissuade him. He centered the clay, made a hole, widened the bottom, raised the walls of the vessel, and then shaped it...
The turntable spun slowly in circles.
With mud on his fingers, Shen Li sat in front of the turntable, every movement meticulous and serious, his gaze extremely focused, oblivious to his surroundings.
Lu Yanchuan watched her focused profile from the side.
Shen Li's state when making pottery seems different from any other time.
This state of mind was already present from the moment she stepped into the studio; it was a kind of effortless mastery and control.
She was very confident and self-assured in every action she took.
Every movement she made looked graceful and steady, without any hesitation, yet very meticulous.
Those contradictory feelings merged together, and surprisingly, they merged perfectly.
Watching her mud-covered fingers and the smooth way she shaped the clay, Lu Yanchuan suddenly couldn't help but think that if he had nodded and played with the mud with her earlier...
What would it feel like to place your mud-covered fingers on the clay?
After throwing the pottery for a while, Shen Li stopped turning the pottery wheel, seemingly not very satisfied. He then took another tool and carefully refined the details of the pottery.
She didn't originally intend to submit this work directly to the competition. Works intended for competition are made entirely on video during production.
This was just a trial piece she made.
A little while later, her phone vibrated; the medicine delivery person had arrived.
Shen Li wiped her hands. "I'll go get the medicine."
Lu Yanchuan hummed in agreement and pointed to the clay she had asked him earlier if he wanted to play with, "Can I play with it?"
That's the thing about playing in the mud; it's infectious.
Shen Li nodded, "Remember to wear an apron, I'll go get the medicine first."
She quickly went to the door and picked up the medicine delivered by the deliveryman.
Back at the studio, I saw Lu Yanchuan casually wearing an apron, standing in front of the stage, not looking very serious.
With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand, he extended a long, slender finger and pressed it against the lump of clay.
Shen Li walked in. "What do you want to do?"
"Hmm?" Lu Yanchuan glanced at her and smiled. "What can I do with my skills?"
He gestured with his chin toward the lump of clay in front of him. "I'll make you a flower."
Upon hearing this, Shen Li was suddenly taken aback.
She looked down at the lump of clay under his fingers.
Shen Li initially thought he was just pressing the buttons randomly, so she didn't pay much attention. But now, upon hearing Lu Yanchuan's words...
Shen Li then looked closely at the lump of clay under his fingers, which he called a flower.
It really is a flower.
Press your fingerprints onto the clay, one by one, to imprint them onto the clay.
Each fingerprint he left was an oval 'petal', and in this way, he used his own fingerprints to imprint a flower.
A flower that is unique.
Shen Li suddenly thought of that unique cup with her mother's fingerprints on it.
Then look at these flowers covered with Lu Yanchuan's fingerprints.
A strange, unsettling surge of emotion welled up inside Shen Li, a feeling that surprised even her.
Because in the environment of a pottery studio, her emotions are usually very stable.
Lu Yanchuan asked her, "How is it? Can this be burned?"
Shen Li pursed her lips and looked at it, remaining silent for a moment before speaking, "Yes."
Lu Yanchuan was quite pleased. "Really? Then let's burn it and see."
Shen Li looked up at him and said, "Okay, what do you want to make? I'll adjust the shape a little."
"A necklace, perhaps." Lu Yanchuan made a circle with his index finger and thumb, which was roughly the size of the fingerprint flower he had pressed down.
He pointed to Shen Li's neck and said, "It's perfect as a necklace pendant."
Shen Li couldn't help but raise her hand to gently touch her neck, but Lu Yanchuan stopped her hand halfway, saying, "There's mud on it, don't touch it."
His fingers were still covered in slippery mud, which was now intertwined with Shen Li's fingers.
Lu Yanchuan raised an eyebrow, feeling even more strongly that he should have played in the mud with her earlier.
No wonder the movie "Ghost" is so romantic.
This event seems to have a magical, almost magical quality.
Lu Yanchuan's fingers were clearly cool, but Shen Li inexplicably felt them burning hot.
She gently withdrew her hand and hurriedly went to the side to wash her hands. "I'll apply the medicine for you. It's getting late, so you can go home and rest early after I'm done."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Lu Yanchuan approached from behind, gathering around her from behind to wash her hands.
This position was almost like embracing her from behind, and Shen Li's muscles tensed for a moment.
Lu Yanchuan's deep, slightly husky, magnetic voice drifted into Shen Li's ears, "Where should I go back to? My wife is right here..."
The ending note seemed to carry a soft, hooking quality.
The tone sounded like a joke, but it also seemed quite serious...
"Can't I live here too?"
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