The actor is dying every day

Chapter 131: Extra Story 2 Red Chopsticks 1

1.

After Lin Mian had breakfast, she fell in love with walking in People's Square.

This day, as usual, he drank salty bean curd and ate deep-fried dough sticks, and then wandered around the square with his hands.

There are groups of old men and women in the square. They either get together to watch people play chess, or gather around spinning tops, playing diabolo, and kicking shuttlecocks. Lin Mian, a young man under 30, can't fit into these circles for the time being. He I love feeding pigeons in the square.

One day, he was squatting among the pigeons, watching the pigeons eating happily around him, when suddenly he was hit in the face by something that flew over suddenly.

Fortunately, a pair of large disc glasses blocked the thing for him, and he himself dodged back, but he was still hit in the face by the thing, and the pair of glasses fell to the ground and fell into two pieces that were split into spider webs. Glass.

Lin Mian wiped his face, but fortunately he was not blind or disfigured, but when he was in a hurry to retreat just now, his butt fell to the ground, and the pain was a bit real.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and struggled for a while before getting up, only to see clearly that it was a wooden top that hit his face just now.

Lin Mian took a few steps forward to pick up the spinning top, and saw a fat old man approaching him ten meters away. The old man had a sloppy face and a savage speech. He looked at Lin Mian and said, "Mine, Bring it."

Lin Mian was provoked by the unfriendly tone, but she remained patient and said as gently as possible, "You hit me just now."

"But you're fine," the other party's tone was not soft at all, "bring it to me quickly."

Lin Mian pointed to the glasses on the ground: "But you broke my things."

The old man glanced at the glasses on the ground: "So you are blind, so you don't have eyes, you don't know how to hide, and you blame me for throwing things at you? This thing has no eyes."

Lin Mian couldn't bear it anymore, but still maintained her poise, just took out a carving knife from her trouser pocket, and fiddled with the spinning top in her hand.

More and more people gathered around to watch the excitement, Lin Mian remained calm, only immersed in his sculpture.

Not long after, Lin Mian stopped the movement of his hands, the spinning top turned into a pineapple in his hands, Lin Mian clapped his hands, and let's work together!

He threw the small wooden pineapple on the open space in front of the old man, then shook the sawdust on his clothes, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The onlookers couldn't help applauding, which made the fat old man blush even more. He didn't pick up the spinning top on the ground, waved his hands and cursed and left.

At this time, a young man who looked like a student who was standing outside watching Lin Mian carving wood ran to pick up the pineapple, and then ran in the direction where Lin Mian left.

This person is Mu Wantang.

2.

Mu Wantang followed Lin Mian all the way to his house. He poked out half his head on the corner of the street, struggling to figure out how to get there. Then Lin Mian suddenly walked back in front of him, stared at him and asked sharply, "Would you do it with me?" What?"

It was also at this time that Lin Mian noticed that Mu Wantang was carrying a drawing board on his back.

Looking at his appearance, he still looks childish. He is probably still a student, and he doesn't know if he is an adult or not.

"Sir," Mu Wantang shook the wooden spinning top that Lin Mian had whittled into a pineapple, "Can you teach me how to draw?"

Lin Mian poked her head halfway forward, wanting to see if this was a fool.

But in fact, he is not short-sighted. The one that fell in the morning was a plain glass mirror for decoration.On weekdays, he likes to wear a slightly long white shirt, put a pair of trousers on his legs, tuck the hem of the shirt into the waistband of the trousers casually, put such a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, and put his hands behind his back, he is quite cultured The appearance of a person.

However, Lin Mian is not a cultural person. He did not continue to go to school after he was in junior high school. In the 80s, craftsmen did not need to rely on reading for a living, and they did not value culture so much at that time.

Lin Mian learned woodcarving from his family. Three generations of his ancestors were carpenters, but when this craft was passed on to him, it was not as prosperous as it used to be.

Lin Mian ignored him, walked to her courtyard in two or three steps, took out the key from her trouser pocket and turned the old-fashioned brass lock on the door.

Still unwilling to give up, Mu Wantang took another step forward, one foot had already stepped on Lin Mian's threshold, and saw that the Lin family compound was filled with all kinds of large wood carvings, all of which were exquisitely crafted, He swallowed, and repeated the last question: "Sir, can you teach me how to draw?"

3.

Lin Mian ignored him, went into the room, and brought back what the customer ordered from the store yesterday—a set of handmade wooden tableware, and then came out with the box.

Lin Mian's mother lifted the curtain of the east room and yelled at Lin Mian, "What time is it, and you haven't gone to the store yet? This old store passed down from your ancestors will fall into your hands sooner or later—"

When she said this, she suddenly saw someone standing at the door.

"Is that here to pick up the goods?" His mother yelled again, "Why do you let people follow you to pick up the goods in person? Do you do business like this?"

Mu Wantang walked away quickly with some guilt, out of Mama Lin's sight.

Mother Lin felt strange when she saw him leave, but she didn't ask any further questions. Seeing Lin Mian going out with the box in her hands, she didn't reprimand him.

4.

Lin Mian turned another three streets, and Mu Wantang followed three more streets.

Lin Mian arrived at the door of the store, sighed, and handed the box in her hand to Mu Wantang, "Dude, bring it to me?"

Mu Wantang immediately stretched out her hands, and firmly received the box into her hands.There was nothing special about this box, it was just tied with a red ribbon, Mu Wantang couldn't help but took a few more glances.

Lin Mian took out the bunch of keys just now and opened the store door.

Mu Wantang followed him in. It was about five or six steps away from the door to the counter. The storefront was not too wide, and both sides were filled with shelves full of wooden products for various purposes.

Lin Mian took the box back from Mu Wantang's hand, put it on the counter casually, then pulled the rag hanging on the wall behind her, swiped the countertop, opened the ledger, went inside, and burned a pot Hot water, and then walked outside, and finally stopped in front of the counter.

At this time, Mu Wantang asked the question for the third time: "Sir, can you teach me how to draw?"

Lin Mian finally raised her eyelids and looked him in the face.

"Come to learn painting under the carpenter's school?" Lin Mian now believes that this is a fool.Although she is handsome, she has no brains.

Lin Mian raised her chin at the drawing board behind him again, "Aren't you a student of the Academy of Fine Arts?"

"No," Mu Wantang lowered her head helplessly, and explained timidly, "My family is poor, so I wanted to go to the square to paint and sketch for others to earn some money. I saved enough so that I could continue to study, but the result may be because my level is not enough. Well, I haven’t received any business after squatting for three days.”