beauty shoulder gl

"Haha." Su Ying couldn't help laughing, and took the drawing paper: "She is most afraid of loud noises. Since then, she has never been near firecrackers." Feng Ling picked up another one: "This one. It is her first year. Participate in Tao Jian. This strange bowl... I still remember it very well." Feng Ling was literate, and she didn't speak and behave like a maid. "I still remember her awkward little temper when she smashed the bowl at the end. Haha."

In this picture, Cai Xiaowen looks similar to what he looks like now, holding a pottery bowl, smiling so hard that his eyes are narrowed into slits.The body of the pottery bowl can be seen to be a buffalo drinking with its head down, and the horns of the buffalo break through the side of the bowl and protrude straight out, forming two small ears.

Su Ying took the painting, looked carefully at the pottery bowl in the painting, shook her head and said, "It's because you don't accept this novel shape. Cai Xiaowen has always suffered from it. Her skill in sculpting pottery is very high. It is taller than me. And the shape is different and quite flavorful. It’s a pity that no one appreciates it..." She gathered all Cai Xiaowen's paintings together, and the top one was the fishing picture that was painted just today.She seemed to stare at the yawning Cai Xiaowen in the painting for a long time, then looked up at Feng Ling who was working hard again, with a very serious expression.

"Wind chimes?"

"how?"

"You said... I care about Cai Xiaowen so much, isn't it... not appropriate?"

"Inappropriate?" Feng Ling looked at Su Ying with a little surprise, seeing that her serious face did not look like she was joking, she was even more surprised: "What do you want to say?"

Su Qing pursed her lips, clasped her hands together, and squeezed her fingers for a long while: "Uh... how should I put it... um... that's..." Fengling simply put down what she was doing, and waited intently for Su Fang to say over.

Su Ying looked even more embarrassed under the gaze, and her cheeks were slightly red: "It's just... I feel very excited when I see her... If something unexpected happens to her, I want to draw her!"

"...You are just waiting for her to make a fool of yourself and then gloating..."

"No!" Su Ying shook her head again and again, blushing even more: "I can't tell..."

Feng Ling grabbed the fabric scissors and continued with the unfinished work, while smiling, "It's suitable. It's very suitable."

"Really?! It's suitable!" Su Ying clenched her fists and pounded on the table, her face showing relief.

"Hmm...she's your cute little junior sister..." Feng Ling secretly raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"That's right! That's right!" Su Ying cheerfully let go of her doubts, and was in the mood to take care of Feng Ling's business: "You are sewing my socks."

"It's a good idea, this is for glutinous rice balls."

"Why are they glutinous rice balls again...how come I think so beautifully every time..."

"Didn't you give her shoes last time? When she took off her shoes, she saw that her socks were torn again..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was pushed open, and Mrs. Su broke in again wrapped in a gust of cold wind.She grabbed Feng Ling's arm, tugged and walked out: "One person is missing when hitting a horse, saving the scene is like putting out a fire!"

As soon as she reached the door by the wind chime, Mrs. Su remembered something, stopped in her tracks, and asked Su Ying, "Are you free on the day of the winter solstice?"

Su Ying nodded: "It's free. Officials and businessmen will come in a few days, and it won't be delayed until the winter solstice. Not to mention our own shop. There are old masters watching in shifts at the big kiln, so I don't have to go."

"That's good. Your brother Ziyin will invite us and Cai's family to have dinner. It's best if you have time." She turned to Fengling again and said, "Ziyin also said that this winter solstice family banquet will be hosted by him and Su Qing. Three little mosquitoes will make it, and you and the Cai family's little glutinous rice balls can be eaten ready-made."

"Mother, her name is Cai Xiaowen." Su Ying came over and corrected Mrs. Su seriously again.

Fengling was very happy, and got carried away for a while: "Really! That's great, the little mosquito's cooking is better than mine."

"Her name is Cai Xiaowen."

"That's right, the tamales that Little Mosquito made last time, I still remember... It's not like our Su Yang, who only knows how to eat."

"Mother, her name is Cai Xiaowen..."

Feng Ling suddenly reached out and patted Su Huang's shoulder, looked at her and smiled, "You called her a little mosquito yourself. Are you only allowed to call her alone?" With that said, she withdrew her hand, and raised her index finger to lightly touch her lips. Swipe up.

Su Ying trembled slightly as if being pricked by a needle, and her eyes were instantly hurt by the invisible needle.She walked back to the table silently, put the stack of paintings back into the wooden box, and buried it deep in the innermost part of the bookcase...

Although this night, Su Yang thought he didn't sleep well.But the bet with Cai Xiaowen is still there.There are not many days until the winter solstice. If you want to make a good purple clay pot, you must start immediately.

Su Ying doesn't have a pottery kiln at home.The pottery sold in the Sujia pottery shop is fired in batches in large kilns, and Su glazes are generally not involved.The high-quality pottery and samples of new pottery provided to officials and merchants were fired by Su Glaze himself in a small kiln.No matter the big kiln or the small kiln, they are all in the suburbs.Su Ying couldn't make a finished product at home.But there are some important steps that can be practiced at home.Such as shaping.

The clods of purple sand mud are still dry and scattered.Su Glaze is going to use ordinary clay to practice making molds first.This saves time and reduces làng costs when using purple clay to make pots.Su Ying walked into the most remote and humble hut in the yard with a candle lamp.This is her workshop.Apart from a long wooden table and a mahogany chair with a backrest, there is no other furniture in the workshop.All that was left were three large, long wooden frames against the wall.Each wooden frame is a five-layer partition, filled with all kinds of pottery in different shapes and colors.Some are finished products, some are only half-finished, and some have been covered with a thick layer of dust because they have been left alone for too long.Every piece of pottery in every piece of pottery here comes from the hands of Su Glaze.When Su Ying walked in here, it was as if she had stepped into her own world, feeling indescribably at ease.