House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 79: Painting people at the temple fair (3/4, for book friends 1503 … Wanshang Jiachang!)
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Murphy ’s gossip is fueled by the intentions of people, and it gets bigger and bigger, but for Yang Yi, he still believes in his eyes. Murphy has no problem with that Ju Jie, as can be seen from the few "sneak shot" photos.
Not to mention, Murphy deliberately explained it to him, but Yang Yi didn't take it seriously.
Instead, Murphy himself was worried and uncomfortable. Yang Yi, who was very concerned, took her daughter cheerfully and went to the temple fair according to the original plan!
In addition to many well-preserved ancient villages in Tingshan District, there are also some interesting traditional customs, such as the temple fair in the middle of each month. Yang Yi listened to the neighbors around him. !
Whether it is an elderly person who likes tradition, or a young person who likes to lively, or a greedy child, you can find their fun!
Yang Yi has been fascinated for a long time, and specifically asked when the temple fair will be held this month. Finally, on this day, in the evening, without dinner, Yang Yi set off with Xi Xi!
"Baba, I want to eat many, many delicious!" Xi Xi sat in the car, unable to control her excitement, chattering like a lark with her sweet voice.
"How much is delicious? Dad hasn't been with you, how do you know there will be a lot of delicious?" Yang Yi teased her, "What if there is no delicious?"
Xi Xi covered her mouth with two small hands, her big eyes filled with surprise. The naive little guy thought it was true and quickly asked nervously: "Ah! What can I do? Is Xixi hungry?"
Originally, Xixi was very cute. Now if you take it seriously, it will be more fun!
"Haha, haha!" Yang Yi couldn't help being amused by his daughter. For safety, he also gently stepped on the clutch to make the speed slower.
"Well, Xixi wants to eat delicious!" the little girl cried out.
Yang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, there will be a lot of delicious food, my dad promises! I will never let Xi Xi get hungry!"
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The place of the temple fair is not on the side of the university city, but on the street of Chenghuang Temple at the foot of Beiting Mountain. Before he arrived, Yang Yi felt the excitement-his car couldn't get in, he could only find a paid parking lot and put it down.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Yang Yi took Xi Xi ’s little hand and walked over. Because of a slight slope, you can see a spacious but already crowded long street from a distance, with shops on both sides, but more There are many street vendors who take advantage of the spacious stalls on the streets to push their cars to sell.
Only when I got closer did I feel the excitement. The signboard was hanging above the head and the banner was spreading. The crowd around me was surging and the shoulders were standing next to each other. Three points!
"A lot of people are here!" Xi Xi was a little nervous. She was obviously the first to encounter such a complicated environment. The little she saw all kinds of legs in her vision, could not help it. She raised her head and was a strange and terrible adult. She always felt like she was about to be swayed by the tumbling crowd, holding her father's hand very scaredly.
Suddenly, she felt that her armpit was held a bit, and then the whole person flew up like a cloud, and twirled and ridden around his father's neck.
"Oh!" Xi Xi hugged her father's head in a hurry, afraid she might fall.
This action is not the first time she has experienced it, but every time she just sits up, Xi Xi is very panic, and the feeling of dizziness is terrible!
"You have covered Dad's eyes." Yang Yi laughed helplessly. He reached out and pulled Xixi's clothes. Today Xixi is wearing denim shorts with a short-sleeved T-shirt and a vest. Don't have a fresh and delicate look, of course, it's not easy to get rid of sitting on Dad's neck.
After adapting to the sense of high altitude, Xi Xi became lively. Not only did she sit high and see far, her vision was wide, but more importantly, she held her head around her father ’s neck without worrying about being The overwhelming problem, the sense of security in the little guy's heart was rising.
"It's so fragrant!" Xi Xi happily looked around and greeted her father, "Baba, you see, there are so many delicious ... Baba, you see, what is this?"
Yang Yi is very patient. Although he sometimes sees that his interested calligraphy and painting booths are also interrupted by his daughter, Yang Yi still tirelessly follows the instructions of his daughter.
"This is a sugar painter, and the boss's craftsmanship is good!" Yang Yi also came to express his interest. He didn't expect that this world still has this old business. Perhaps even if there are historical differences, some have developed from material needs. Livelihoods will still emerge.
"Hey, this little brother has eyesight!" The old man with a good business and too busy to stop looked up and looked at Yang Yi and Xi Xi, laughing, "I am a sugar man's craft, but I have studied in Sichuan province. As long as you can tell, birds, beasts, trees, flowers, and fruits can't be drawn by me! "
"Look good, Xixi wants too!" The little girl saw this grandpa sticking a painted sugar man to bamboo chopsticks, gently shoveling it up, and handing it to a young man next to her, she said enviously .
"Then trouble the boss to draw a dragon for my daughter!" Yang Yi smiled slightly and said, "She is a dragon."
"Draw the cute little dragon!" Xi Xi added.
The little guy is talking about the cartoon dragon that Dad used to draw for her, the Q version. She prefers the little dragon, which is cute and looks better than the big dragon with open teeth and claws.
Yang Yi smiled. He put Xixi down and said to the old man: "The dragon she wants is not as fierce as what we usually draw. It has a shorter body and a bigger head, and it looks cute. Kind of. "
Unfortunately, there is no stroke, otherwise Yang Yi can also draw to the other party for reference.
"It doesn't matter, Grandpa draws one for you. Do you think it will not work? Will you?" The old man smiled and said to Xi Xi.
Xi Xi nodded shyly.
The old man boiled the sugar first. While boiling, he nagged and introduced: "The real effort is not only in painting the sugar man, but the sugar is also very important. The sugar is thick and thin, so do n’t want to paint Good sugar man! "
After all, he has been a craftsman for most of his life. The old man is very confident in his craft. After boiling the sugar, I saw him calm down, scooped up the syrup with a spoon, and drew it on a copper plate with the spoon as a pen.
Compared to a calligrapher who writes big characters, the old man has his wrists to move the spoon, sometimes lifting, sometimes shaking, sometimes pausing, sometimes deep, a small dragon prototype has appeared.
Xi Xi is on tiptoe, looking curiously. But she didn't dare to breathe. The piety was like looking at a very delicate artwork, for fear of breaking it with a breath.
Finally, the old man finished painting. It is indeed a dragon with a traditional shape, but his head is bigger and his feet are shorter. It looks different.
But I have to say that the old man's craft is very good, the texture of the dragon's body is clear, and the hair on the corner of the mouth is also portrayed. Gently shovel it up, and those thin hairs are still firmly stuck to the dragon's body.
"Children, do you think Grandpa's painting is good or bad?" The old man glued the sugar man with bamboo sticks, holding it and shaking it in front of Xi Xi, asking with a smile.
"Good looking!" Xi Xi was dumbfounded. She hugged her father's legs and said happily.
"Then do you want it?" the old man asked with a smile.
Xi Xi looked at his father embarrassedly, but the desire in his eyes revealed.
Yang Yi smiled and paid for it. Why didn't you?
He also gave a hundred more, as the admiration and support of his opponents to inherit the craft.
However, this little sugar "dragon", Xi Xi is holding it in his hand, and he is not willing to eat it all night!