Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Even if he wanted to be more creative, Zhang Ruixuan had to admit that the system was right. Although these places that have become famous attractions have many immortal works, I am not familiar with the stories behind them.

Moreover, without the same 'non-disappearance' characteristics as the courtyard houses, Zhang Ruixuan could only rely on himself to imagine the relationship between these scenic spots and intangible cultural heritage, and find such a few things...

The only good thing is that this inscription is not only remembered by the person who made the inscription, but also by those who studied calligraphy. This type of rubbing can evoke the memory of many people.

After saying goodbye to the two old men, Zhang Ruixuan set off back to his courtyard. Along the way, I asked about the current online situation of the system. After hearing that many theater fans had recorded their own live broadcasts that day and looked weird, I felt helpless but also a little happy.

Last time, he saw how many industries this opera could affect after its expansion. It saved him a lot of worry, shortened the number of indirect transmissions needed to restore memory, and saved Zhang Ruixuan a lot of points!

As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhang Ruixuan saw a very familiar figure - Ding Xuan.

"System, why is she here?" Zhang Ruixuan didn't dare to walk over. This person's mouth was not an ordinary venomous one. Compared with the system and his own mother, he was no less generous. "Even if she knows a lot, she still can't." You don’t even know where our home is!”

【Dogs know】

Zhang Ruixuan didn't know what kind of temper the system had, and why it started to attack him again? As he spoke, he also looked in the direction of Ding Xuan: "What does it mean that a dog knows? You said I..."

"Huh?" Only then did Zhang Ruixuan notice the big golden retriever sitting quietly next to Ding Xuan. Zhang Ruixuan, who was bitten by a dog when he was setting off firecrackers when he was a child, couldn't help feeling frightened, and subconsciously moved back.

"No, no, no, no, I haven't seen their dog either. How could their dog do this?" Zhang Ruixuan was really confused.

The last time, it was clear that only Ding Xuan followed him to Hangzhou, and ended up with him falling into the West Lake and drinking too much water. How could Ding Xuan and his dog know the address of their home?

[Who do you think Mimi fucks with every day? 】

"Mimi?" Recalling that Mimi often leaned on the window sill, she would look outside and tremble her hair for some reason. Zhang Ruixuan thought before that Mimi still had evil intentions after becoming a eunuch!

Now it seems that there is another reason...

"Hello, are you the one doing the live broadcast?"

Until Ding Xuandou noticed Zhang Ruixuan's presence, the golden retriever was still sitting on the ground, wagging his tail and hitting the ground and his owner's legs with "slap, snap, snap", seemingly not feeling any pain at all.

"Ah, I am." Zhang Ruixuan is not sure whether the current Ding Xuan has any memory. If the system accidentally makes a mistake, given Ding Xuan's character, as long as she has memory, she will definitely continue to fuck herself!

"I was just waiting for Maomao to go out for a walk, and I happened to see your house. It seems to be similar to the one in the live broadcast. I was about to knock on the door when I bumped into you."

Zhang Ruixuan can be sure that Ding Xuan definitely didn't just want to knock on the door. Just by looking at it, the latter had been here for five minutes. I'm afraid he hesitated for a long time and couldn't think of words, so that he didn't even think about it. If you don't have the guts to knock on the door, it's better.

"Then what's the matter with you?" Remembering that the system had the ability to explain the situation to all those potentially capable of live broadcasting intangible cultural heritage, Zhang Ruixuan didn't know how much information Ding Xuan had now, so he tentatively spoke.

"I'm just passing by. I thought if you need anything here, you can add me a contact information. When you need it, you can contact me at any time."

Ding Xuan handled the matter as smoothly as ever. Unlike last time when the two parties only had a short video account to contact them, this time Ding Xuan left a mobile phone number for Zhang Ruixuan - but next time there is no choice, Zhang Ruixuan will It can also be a powerful helper.

"Okay, then I'll leave first. Maomao has to go home for dinner." After saving Zhang Ruixuan's mobile phone number, Ding Xuan didn't waste time with Zhang Ruixuan anymore. She gently pulled the rope, and Maomao stood up and leaned against her. To the former's side.

It's just that a golden retriever is a golden retriever after all. Now that he finally met an unfamiliar person, the whole dog moved closer to Zhang Ruixuan. Before Zhang Ruixuan had a chance to 'escape', he had already rubbed his big head on Zhang Ruixuan's leg, cupped Zhang Ruixuan's hand with his mouth, and asked the latter to touch his head...

Dog owners can see how others behave when they are afraid of dogs. Even though Zhang Ruixuan is strong and calm, Ding Xuan still tugged on Maomao's collar and pulled her dog away from Zhang Ruixuan: "Maomao likes to be with people. Just kidding, sorry.”

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhang Ruixuan said this, but in fact he was still very scared in his heart.

Growing up, Zhang's mother's favorite thing to say about Zhang Ruixuan was that he was "catching cats and handing over dogs all day long", although now Zhang Ruixuan doesn't dare to do it at all.

But with the dog, it seems that Zhang Ruixuan is still bullying. Even if the family is walking on the road and encounters someone else's dog, the dog will pick on Zhang Ruixuan to bully. When it comes to Zhang Ruixuan, it would like to hide it completely. Woolen cloth!

After returning home safely, Zhang Ruixuan knew that it was necessary to return to reality now. He didn't even have time to comfort himself. After seeing the dog, his heart had never calmed down, so he plunged into the ear room and said, Looking at Mr. Zhang's relics, he planned where to start the live broadcast next.

With the place he had cleaned up before, Zhang Ruixuan finally no longer had to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find things, but he still had no clue - as the system said from the beginning, intangible cultural heritage is everywhere, but not everything counts. The above is an intangible cultural heritage.

Zhang Ruixuan now fully understands the value of what the system said to him in the first place...

"How did my grandfather make this windmill?" The memory of his childhood popped up in his mind again, and Zhang Ruixuan doubted for a moment that the whole thing was from beginning to end, just to let himself be followed by these old objects. The dusty past with his son reappeared, allowing him to break his defense.

Speaking of which, there is some connection between this windmill and the previous kite. Not only are they both toys for children in the spring, they were also made by Mr. Zhang at the same time.

The dyed rice paper on this windmill was not specially dyed by Mr. Zhang. Instead, he painted some green and blue paint on the areas where the kite was too blank and cut them into strips. Such a fool.

In fact, in terms of quality, it is not as good as the plastic windmill, and it really does not have the complicated step-by-step process of the intangible cultural heritage windmill, but this windmill can make noise and spin - for children, it does not matter whether the craftsmanship is rough or not. Rough? As long as you can play with it, it’s a fun thing!

"Hey, I still remember how my grandpa did this. I'll give it a try." Perhaps it's because he's done a lot of 'squats' during this period. Even if Zhang Ruixuan suddenly stands up now, he won't be stunned. Hei turned around and started looking for props that could be turned over at home.

The system really wants to stop Zhang Ruixuan, because Mr. Zhang's work was not only rough, but he accidentally made a noise. If official metaphysics really exists, this plan should be as a plan. Grandpa's love for his grandson must have moved this windmill...