Everything is perfect
They set off, and Jiang Liu drove the whole way. When did Jiang Liu change his abnormal sleep schedule?
"You can sleep peacefully," Jiang Liu said. The chayote was still in the car. If it were a little more ripe, the fragrance would probably make your nose ache.
The spring and summer flower market in Hengqing City had long since ended. Although there were still stalls, the number of customers had dropped sharply. Jiang Liu headed straight for a stall he had an appointment with.
The flowers he collected were of exceptional quality and therefore bound to be valuable. Even if a flower wasn't inherently rare, its vibrant beauty alone could fetch a high price. Jiang Liu paid promptly, meaning to quickly conclude the transaction and avoid unnecessary conversation; they were in a hurry.
Yu Ran was counting the flowers and heads, "All of them are here, except for the two elders from the Guan family."
Walking through the flower market was like wading through a clear stream, the fragrance soaking into clothes and wetting their trouser legs. They walked from beginning to end and then turned back, but there were no pearls in the stream—they could not find any inspiration.
"I remember there's a flower and bird market. It's a bit far from here." Jiang Liu used the navigation system, and Yu Ran, having slept soundly, took turns driving. The flower market they had just visited was in a government-planned new district, quite far from the city center. It took a full forty minutes to drive there.
The two of them listened to music. Jiang Liu loved the saxophone. The classic saxophone piece "Going Home" was so melodious and graceful that it moved people to tears. It felt like he was about to say something, but couldn't, and he couldn't finish it. He simply let his emotions flow freely. Because he was "going home," Jiang Liu was attached to the daylight outside the window, lest he accidentally lost track of time and space and mistakenly entered the dusk of his journey home.
Yu Ran checked the navigation system. The city was congested and busy on Sunday, so he chose a route to the suburbs. Although the distance was a bit longer, it was smooth and the car drove quickly. Jiang Liu was in the passenger seat, taking in the sights, while Cun Bi Cen looked out into the distance.
"Quick! Stop the car!" Jiang Liu shouted in surprise. Yu Ran pulled the car over to the side and looked over the back of Jiang Liu's head to see his window.
It was a large lotus pond. A low railing surrounded by white stone pillars couldn't stop the green waves from overflowing. Many passersby took photos and checked in.
They got off the car one after another and leaned on the railing, which was like being in a museum. The emerald lotus leaves of "thick, bright, positive and harmonious" were mostly the top luxury of imperial green and bright green.
The lotus flowers beneath the sunlit display case are so beautiful they inspire reverie. A Tang Dynasty gilt lotus-shaped silver saucer, a Song Dynasty Ding kiln white-glazed bowl with carved lotus patterns, and a Qing Dynasty Yongzheng famille rose lotus cup—all of them, upon closer inspection, are real lotus flowers! It turns out that cultural relics are fragments of past lives, while lotus shapes are aspirations for this one.
Jiang Liu suddenly thought of something and asked Yu Ran to help find the owner of the lotus pond.
There's a wooden bridge beside the lotus pond, and behind it are low, lush green hills, as ancient as a tortoise shell. An's home, unable to walk any longer, seems to be the home of the lotus pond's owner.
The two of them knocked on the door, which was half open. A silhouette of a human figure was visible on the cool tiled floor. He saw who was coming and stood up and walked forward.
This man has a big lotus leaf turned upside down on his head, and he looks at people with his chin, with a mysterious air of a hermit like Li Weng who hides himself in the city or a knight in the world.
"What's wrong?" he asked, stamping his legs to shake the rolled-up trouser legs down.
"Hello, are you selling the lotus flowers in the pond?" Jiang Liu asked.
"You'd be a fool not to make money. How much do you want?"
"Don't want those."
"Go, go, go, don't cause trouble." The man had a young voice, a mature tone, and an unruly temperament.
Yu Ran stepped between the two of them and said, "Come on, isn't it said that those who don't make money are fools?"
The man then relaxed his attitude and let the people in. Several lotus leaf boats were stranded on dry land, and the floor tiles were covered with yellow mud. It seemed that they were making lotus leaf chicken.
"Boss, we want a pair of lotus flowers. Do you have any here?" Jiang Liu went straight to the point with a firm tone.
"To be honest, the Twin Lotuses are very important to us. Money is not a problem. If you have any other needs, we will try our best to meet them..." Yu Ran once again caught up with Jiang Liu's train of thought.
He guessed that Jiang Liu wanted to use the lotus to represent Guan Shiqian and Guan Honglin.
Twin lotuses not only symbolize love, but also have the Buddhist concept of "cause and effect coexisting", which happens to be similar to that interconnected past; one stem, one stalk and one receptacle, representing the same bloodline, two lotuses grow together, supporting and reflecting each other.
If you pair the lotus with strelitzia and other flowers, it will definitely be able to hold the scene.
Unexpectedly, the man teased the cricket again, "Go away, go away! So many couples want to have twin lotus flowers, men and women, men and men. Am I supposed to pick one for each of them?"
I really don't know who has offended him, speaking so sarcastically. Since the deal has failed, there is no sense of righteousness. The two of them stood up to say goodbye, also fuming. I wish I could add fuel to the fire of the lotus leaf chicken and let it burn.
"Goodbye!" The man continued to play with the mud.
The two stood on the wooden bridge for a while, looking at the lotus pond reluctantly. They could only convince themselves that there were no twin lotus flowers in the pond, but the man's attitude was obviously not that there were no lotus flowers, but that he would not give them to them.
What Jiang Liu cared about was not whether things would succeed or not, but that their joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all the product of their tacit understanding. "Okay, we can always find a way."
"Yeah. I just think your idea is great. Twin Lotus is very suitable for Master. I understand you!"
Unexpectedly, the walls have ears.
A boy ran out of the door. His temperament was like a bowl of clear and sweet lotus seed soup, his face was like a lotus bud, and his bangs were like an upside-down lotus pod. It was obvious that he had just woken up and had no time to comb his hair.
"Wait a minute, you two, what are you talking about, Master?"
The person who had ignored them just now now came out to ask questions. Jiang Liu and Yu Ran used the same method to retaliate against him. They rolled their eyes and left.
"Are you also Master Guan Shiqian's students?" The boy's voice was faster than his footsteps, and then he stopped in front of the two of them.
The three of them looked at each other with six eyes, like a string of beads. The boy immediately said, "You want the lotus to be given to him? I'll give it to him!"
He hurried back to the house and bumped into the man wearing lotus leaves at the door. He took out his anger on him: "Were you a fool just now? You were so fierce." Then he took out a plain jade bottle, in which was an exceptionally stunning twin lotus flowers.
"I'm sorry, it was all a misunderstanding. Since this is what you need, please take it." The man wearing the lotus leaf took it off and apologized as if taking off his hat, appearing sincere.
Jiang Liu and Yu Ran thanked him sincerely, asked for his name and contact information, and said that they must be there on June 20 to celebrate the master's birthday.
"Chen Tianqi."
"Lu Xianzhi."
Despite the minor hiccups, the outcome was a happy one. Chen Tianqi used the "Indian Orchid" as a substitute. The Indian Orchid resembles a hydrangea, and the hydrangea symbolizes reunion and happiness, which seems to be what one would pray for.
The name Lu Xianzhi is interesting. In folklore, the white deer carries Ganoderma lucidum to save the world. Where can one find Ganoderma lucidum? Jiang Liu plans to use "Lingzhi grass" instead.
Everything is ready. The large Yu Ran vase was brushed with glue three times, and after sanding and recoloring, the effect is amazing.
The main subject is the Twin Lotus, which cannot lie prone, otherwise the characteristic of Twin Lotus will not be realized. It is inserted into the floral mud and allowed to droop naturally. The lilies are large and clustered on the side, while the Strelitzia is high up. Jiang Liu specially adjusted the angle so that the orange sepals are buried near the Twin Lotus, and the blue crane's long beak lingers among the lotus petals...
After the gushing shape was determined, he decorated the pages with vines of rainbow lilies, daisies, and morning glories, gluing them on bit by bit.
All the flowers have been cared for, trimmed, color-matched, and height-adjusted, and they all come alive on the paper.
Yu Ran's comment was very romantic: "I feel like it's you who split the four seasons."
Split into four seasons, the flowers of the four seasons are like bamboo shoots after rain, in full swing, golden wind and jade dew, and spring flowers on cold trees.
On the evening of June 19th, Guan Xueqing sent a message saying that those precious photos weren't kept by her grandfather, but were instead hidden under her father's pillow. This provided a glimpse into Guan Honglin's attitude. She quickly mapped out tomorrow's schedule and shared it with the group.
Jian Xun came to the studio. He took some small pieces of paper that he had torn out from various books, each of which had a character from each person's name on it.
"Liu", "Ran", "Jian", "Qing", "..."
Several people pasted characters into the spaces between the pages, making it look more like a book. Just as there are a hundred family names, a hundred quilts, and a hundred rice dishes, there are also a hundred family letters, hundreds of notes of thanks written with sincere hearts.
The last step is to cover it with a customized acrylic plate and fix it, and you're done.
Guan Honglin personally prepared Guan Shiqian's birthday party. They didn't like extravagance, so they only invited blood relatives and everyone worked together to cook a table full of delicious dishes.
He didn't call them friends because Guan Shiqian couldn't remember clearly. Human affection is a two-way street, but Guan Shiqian blocked both ends of that emotional channel. To him, friends and strangers are synonymous.
Guan Xueqing suggested playing a game with the two old men, performing a mind-reading magic trick with sticky notes. Guan Honglin, who had been drinking with his son-in-law, was a bit drunk and couldn't figure out the trick. Zhao Jinnuo's parents were also present and joined in the fun, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.
"Believe it or not, if it happens again, I can still guess what you are thinking." Guan Xueqing destroyed the note paper she had played with.
"I don't believe it." Guan Honglin is an old naughty boy and also an old naughty stone.
"Okay, this time my ability has been upgraded. Not only can I guess it, I can also make it happen. Oh, or even guess two or transform two at the same time!"
"I don't believe it." Zhao Jinnuo smiled, as if he and his father-in-law were on the same front.
Guan Honglin sewed his eyes shut, clenched his fists, and silently made a wish, lest his inner voice should escape and be exposed. The old man over there followed suit, immersed in the lively and peaceful atmosphere.
The others continued to chat and laugh, clinking glasses to drown out the noise outside.
Jian Xun, Wen Jiaming, Yan Cailu, Wu Yurui, Chen Tianqi, Lu Xianzhi, Jiang Liu and Yu Ran, as well as five other friends.
Wen Jiaming covered his wristwatch with his hands, while Wen Ruiyi waited for the right moment on the other end of the line...
"Three, two, one! Open your eyes, elders, and see if this is the scene you've been thinking about day and night!"
"I wish Master great blessings and a long life! I wish Master good health and eternal smiles!"
The overly young voice was as blazing as fire.
Reforge the sharpness of a Dragon Broken Sword and a Rusted Soul. Reforge their souls. Reinvigorate their spirits.
Guan Honglin no longer resisted, because the key to sword dancing was to be skillful rather than rude, and the same was true for getting along with others.
Guan Shiqian was no longer depressed, because the true meaning of sword was to break out of the box and dance out one's true self, and the same was true for human life.
…
What a good result, the ending after the climax is also very touching.
Guan Shiqian liked the flower gift and felt that the old house was not worthy of it, so he willingly returned to the new house with his granddaughter and grandson-in-law. The family was very happy.
Guan Xueqing did not express her gratitude for the great favor, but generously gave Jiang Liu Yuran 40,000 yuan to split equally.
Jian Xun paid the final payment, praised Jiang Liu's craftsmanship, and spontaneously promoted the studio, which was flooded with customer orders every day.
Wen Jiaming wrote about this incident in his final essay, earning full marks. All the Chinese language teachers unanimously recommended him for the city's on-site essay competition. He had a summer break to prepare.
Jiang Liu and Yu Ran are busy with customer orders every day, but fortunately they have each other behind them.
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