The Lingering Sounds of Blooming Flowers

To Lu Chenfeng, feelings are the most indifferent part.When I was young, I was all focused on starting a business, and my focus and focus were all on work. Time was squeezed out, and I could hardly spare any energy to think about the person I was talking to. As time went by, I got used to being alone, and I didn’t want to deliberately change my life.

The previous idea was to put his career ahead of other thoughts. He believed that only those who can afford the life of two people, have enough confidence to fight against reality, and stand firm in front of others, stand on such a premise and Only on the basis of basics can we take good care of and protect each other, this is Lu Chenfeng's long-standing concept.

But this does not mean that he has no longing and yearning for love.

He is full of enthusiasm for his persistent love, and he is also full of joy to wait for an ordinary love.

The temperature rises during the Qingming season, and the sportswear is packed by Lu Chenfeng into the suitcase. There is no need to add more clothes when going out. There are only two days left for this trip.

He didn't go to Lin Chaosheng's suggestion yesterday, whether it's the Lijiang Snow Mountain or the farther plateau holy land, he doesn't need to go any further.Now that the goal is clear and the direction of efforts has been found, the only thing left is to fight for it again and go all out.

The itinerary for this day is to dig colors. After so many days of playing, the scenery is similar.The tour guide took the tourists to a scenic spot suitable for taking pictures and stayed there for a whole morning, but Lu Chenfeng didn't follow him to stay longer, and turned back to the double corridor by himself.

He wants to "waste" his time on things he thinks are worthwhile rather than where he is going next.

Relying on his memory, he wandered around the streets and alleys, but luckily he didn't find the wrong direction. Lu Chenfeng returned to the street where Lin Chaosheng took him for the first time. The stalls on both sides were crowded together, filling his ears The excitement of fireworks.

Lu Chenfeng carefully browsed the shops beside him, he came here with a purpose in mind, he wanted to buy a gift for Lin Chaosheng before he left.

Thinking about it carefully, these days I have been taken care of by the other party too much, three meals a day, traveling with the group are all arranged by Lin Chaosheng, the most important thing is those few heart-to-heart conversations, which brought great joy to Lu Chenfeng encouraged.

But at the moment he was stumped by the gift.

In his field of expertise, he can design jewelry suitable for Lin Chaosheng according to his dressing preferences, such as collar clips, tie buckles, or brooches.But now he is empty-handed, so he can only select materials on the spot, wait and see back and forth, but he really can't find a gift that satisfies him.

Just as he was thinking hard, someone was moving things to the side of the street in his vision, Lu Chenfeng looked over the low door behind the group of people and looked in, it was a pottery workshop.Suddenly blessed to the heart, Lu Chenfeng thought, after all, he is considered a half craftsman, why not try to make a gift for Lin Chaosheng himself.

Stepping over the threshold, two children were stepping on clay in the dilapidated house, and an old man was polishing the embryo body with pebbles sitting on the bench in the bungalow on the east side. Lu Chenfeng walked over, greeted him politely, and explained own intention.

I can barely tell from the uncle's broken Mandarin that this is a private workshop, but since the door is open to the street, you only need to pay to make pottery or porcelain.After paying the fee, Lu Chenfeng stared at the uncle bent over to pick up a lump of clay from the children's feet, processed it a little bit, kneaded the uneven dry and wet areas, put it on the turntable in front of him, gave a few instructions, and went to work on himself work.

Before getting started, Lu Chenfeng thought that drawing the billet was an easy task. It was nothing more than flexing and stretching with the strength of the palm to form the billet. As a result, he ignored the speed and did not control the strength of his hand. The bottom made him dumbfounded.

Then go along with the flow, I am good at painting, and after I make it, I will draw some patterns on it and make a decorative plate.

It didn't take long for Lu Chenfeng to give up this idea, because the plate needs skillful techniques to press the clay firmly on the same plane, and once the force is uneven, it will affect the overall effect.After thinking about it, he still held up the outer wall with his palm, and as for what he could do, he simply let nature take its course.

Ten minutes later, Lu Chenfeng raised his hands blankly. The utensil in front of him was wider than the mouth of the bowl and deeper than the tea box, like a jar. He pursed the corners of his lips helplessly, and he might as well use it as a storage jar for Lin Chaosheng to store odds and ends.

With his index finger, he pushed the rim of the can into a skirt-shaped lace, and it wasn't until the blank was finished that Lu Chenfeng realized that he was sweating all over from nervousness.

It happened that a batch of pottery was going into the kiln for firing, and the uncle asked him to pick it up tomorrow evening. Lu Chenfeng found that making a gift was more tiring than running for a day, so he planned to go back to the inn early to rest.

In what name should I give it to Lin Chaosheng, Lu Chenfeng needed to think of a suitable reason, and when he stepped out of the courtyard, he was worried that this gift might not be on the table, after all, the effect of making pottery for the first time was really unsatisfactory.

Thinking while walking, he raised his head and almost missed a step. Lu Chenfeng stared blankly at Lin Chaosheng who just passed by the workshop door. .

The Adam's apple slipped up and down unconsciously, and Lu Chenfeng actually had a feeling of being caught on the spot for doing something bad.

"Mr. Lu?" Lin Chaosheng came hesitantly pushing his bicycle and stopped beside the steps. There were two bags of mushrooms in the basket. He turned his head and looked into the pottery workshop, not knowing why, "Why are you here?"

Lu Chenfeng's forehead twitched. He had never learned to tell lies since he was a child, so he could only answer Lin Chaosheng's question in a roundabout way: "...I ended the trip ahead of time, and I want to come here again."

Lin Chaosheng looked at the expression on his face: "Yes...are you having fun?"

"No." Lu Chenfeng raised his hand and touched the bridge of his nose, "I have something to do, so I'll be back first."

Lin Chaosheng turned away his probing eyes, and politely stopped asking. He pointed to the mushrooms he had just bought, and then smiled: "Jane Yi is going to make wild mushroom bait at noon, do you dare to eat it?"

Lu Chenfeng put his arms around his elbows and raised his shoulders, jokingly said: "It's more reassuring to entrust my life to your hands."

The market was noisy and the streets were crowded. The two faced the way they came side by side. Huang Chenfeng stood on the left side of Lin Chaosheng, shielding him from the bustling crowd.

At the next corner, Lin Chaosheng caught a glimpse of Lu Chenfeng's shirt cuffs inadvertently, then stood his bicycle on an open flat ground, and took out a paper bag from his pocket.

Seeing him go to the public pool at the street corner to soak the paper towel, Lu Chenfeng turned around and walked back, raised his chin with lowered eyes and said, "Give me the left hand."

Confused and obedient, Lin Chaosheng lowered his head, took Lu Chenfeng's wrist in his hands, and carefully wiped off the clay stuck to his watch and the back of his hand.

Lin Chaosheng moved softly, with a focused expression: "A person who is usually very careful, why didn't he notice that his hands were dirty?"

They stood still under a green shade, sporadic spots of light fell on Lin Chaosheng's shoulders, there was a small attractive gap between the curved neck and the collar, Lu Xingfeng couldn't restrain his wandering gaze, their distance was so close that He saw the row of fine hairs on the back of Lin Chaosheng's neck, and his skin was dazzlingly white in the bright field of vision.

The slender neck seems to be able to hold it with one hand.

"What are you thinking? So obsessed." At some point, Lin Chaosheng had let go of Lu Chenfeng, and was looking up at him.

Lu Chenfeng's heart suddenly fluttered, and he once again felt the embarrassment of being caught.But after all, he is a person who has experienced the world, and he has long been able to deal with it calmly without changing his face. He stared at his brand-new watch and said: "...Let's go back to the inn, I'm hungry, and I want to eat the meal you cooked. "