The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 144
Li Qingyun recalled the days when she was a child at her grandfather's house.

Grandpa is a well-known local calligrapher. Occasionally, he would write a few poems by himself, take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and write in the yard for an afternoon.

When she was a child, she couldn't understand why grandpa could entertain himself and waste a whole day just by looking at a blank sheet of paper.

She always thought about running out to play, running all over the mountain.

Later, she read more history books and ancient poems, and gradually learned how to enjoy reading and writing.

So she was able to stand by and watch all day while her grandfather was practicing calligraphy.

But after understanding the fun of ancient poetry and calligraphy, what followed was not satisfaction and happiness.

On the contrary, what grew up with her later was always loneliness.

In this world, it is too lonely to like something that is abandoned by the times and not understood by others.

The ancient poems she loves are better than other things. Not only have they always been regarded as the essence of Chinese culture, but whether they like it or not, everyone has to learn a few of them in textbooks.

Even now, there are many old professors on the Internet giving lectures for free.

Although the effect is not very good, there are always a few people who are paying attention.

But tailoring, carpentry, and even the traditional crafts that only appeared in TV dramas, have long since disappeared, and been forgotten, have completely cut off the inheritance.

Li Qingyun's mood was extremely depressed for a moment.

In the mobile phone screen, a thick layer of clouds floated from the sky, casting shadows on the ground.

Wang Tianyang squatted next to the old man's wheelchair and did not speak for a long time.

All the sounds disappeared, the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves came to an abrupt end.

In the dormitory, all sounds were also lost.

Only the breathing of Li Qingyun and her roommate remained. But now, she has no time to see what her roommate looks like.

She just wanted to continue reading, to see what the next plot would look like.

Could it be that the beauty of the past can only be turned into decay and forgotten by people like now?

Just when Li Qingyun was full of loneliness, the voice rang again from the phone.

first the sound of footsteps
At the beginning of the video, there was a brisk footstep.

After the sound of footsteps, the girl with braids ran up the country road.

The previous experience gave Li Qingyun a guess.

Is this someone coming?

Then came the sound of wind and cicadas.

The clouds in the sky floated slowly, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, turning into beams of light that seemed to be real.

At this moment, light has a shape.

As the clouds floated incomparably slowly, the light fluctuated accordingly, changing wantonly like dream bubbles.

Unreal, gorgeous, and gorgeous.

This kind of romantic to the extreme beauty makes people feel thrilling.

Li Qingyun's breathing became stagnant.

Her body was completely stiff, and she was afraid that any movement she made would puncture this beautiful illusion.

In the sky, light appeared.

On the earth, changes have also taken place.

Spots of light appeared in the shadows covering everyone.

Spots of light appeared on Wang Tianyang's hands, and spots of light appeared on his face.

He inadvertently raised his head to look in the direction of the sound of footsteps, and then his eyes continued to widen.

From that dilapidated little house, a young girl wearing a skirt with a very classical temperament came out slowly.

The light from the sky hit her at the right time.

The suit she was wearing was said to be a complete ancient Hanfu, but it didn't count. The overall style was more modern society.

But the collar and cuffs are very classic, and the feeling of color matching and pattern also contains the style of China.

The blue silk coat, like floating smoke, swayed from time to time as the young girl walked.

Floating like a swimming dragon, as clear as a sky mirror.

The color scheme of this dress is exactly the soft smoke, the sky is blue after the rain.

The girl in the picture has slender eyes and eyebrows, an oval face, and long black hair.

Her appearance is obviously different from the modern aesthetic standards, but there is a kind of classical temperament around her, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

There was not much expression on the girl's face, and her expression was always calm.

But that feeling of alienation, that kind of independent look in the eyes, is unstoppable.

So beautiful.

Li Qingyun sighed again in her heart.

She's talking about the young girl in the video, who is also the suit.

"You want to learn how to make clothes? Come with me."

The girl's cold voice sounded.

She turned her head and led Wang Tianyang to the backyard.

All the way through the poor and backward corridors, they finally saw the sun behind the clouds, and saw the big dye vat in the backyard, and the rows of hemp ropes hanging with soft smoke.

Various gauzes swayed slightly in the air.

The breeze blows, and it is beautiful.

"This is the color of soft smoke on my body, which makes the sky clear after the rain."

This beautiful cyan blue is like the sky after the rain at the beginning of the video.

"The one next to it is called Yuanshan Rudai."

The girl shuttles through the gauze of different colors, and at the same time, with an ethereal and cool voice, she explains to the audience in front of the video.

All the fabric in the yard is dyed with plants, she said.

This kind of cloth endowed with life by the purest and thickest colors of nature, coupled with poetic and song-like explanations, made Li Qingyun mesmerized and refreshed.

She clenched her fists excitedly, her eyes kept turning following the changes on the screen.

Next, another montage of pictures.

The abandoned girl was adopted by Li Shuhua by chance. The little girl who was worried about being abandoned stepped on the bench to go to school to cook at the age of three. Under Li Shuhua's strict teaching, the girl memorized those difficult traditional colors ignorantly.

But this kind of craftsmanship cannot sustain her life. She dropped out of junior high school and struggled in the society, earning a meager salary, struggling to survive.

Later, Li Shuhua fell down, and she also returned to her hometown.

In her spare time, she dug out the big box that Li Shuhua treasured, and picked up Li Shuhua's old business.

Li Qingyun's eyes were slightly moist.

so good.
It turns out that in the corner that people can't see, some people pick up these abandoned and forgotten beauties.

With life and enthusiasm, let it glow with new vitality.

In the video, Wang Tianyang and Li Jiajia are walking all over the mountains and fields. They pushed through the weeds over and over again, looking for plants that can dye the purest colors.

This process was very quiet, without a single line in the whole process.

They work in silence like this, and occasionally there will be subtitles on the screen, telling the audience what they are doing now, and what is the scientific name of the weeds they just collected.

But even such a quiet and soothing content still fascinated Li Qingyun.

After more than a week of dyeing, Wang Tianyang finally made the finished clothing that he wanted to dedicate to his mother.

That's what my old lady always talked about, the clothes in Li Ji's tailor shop in my memory.

He specially selected several colors that best represented Chinese culture for his mother, and dyed three sets of clothes in total.

The distant mountains are like purple at dusk.

Every color is so romantic and affectionate.

The ancient and heavy colors seemed to make Li Qingyun see whispers from ancient times. She couldn't help but have various associations.

How many touching stories have happened in the land under her feet in this land of China?
Some people should have laughed, and some people had cried.

There should have been people who persistently, for a little love, walked hard in the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)