how so……

Not only Chen Mange was stunned, but also Director Zhang, who was talking on the other end of the phone, was choked up.

He seemed to take a breath and then calmed himself down for a few seconds: "Sorry, I'll hang up first."

Although it was not very obvious, Chen Mange still heard the trembling in his voice.

Lu Zian opened the car door and whispered: "I'll smoke a cigarette."

"...Oh." Chen Mange's hand holding the phone slowly slid down, watching Lu Zi'an walk under the eaves and lit a cigarette with a quiet look on his face.

The cigarette butts were clear and destroyed. Although they were a little far apart, she seemed to see the sweat dripping from his forehead.

She didn't know how sad Lu Zi'an felt, but even she seemed to be soaked in alkaline water at this time.

A bitter feeling surged from the stomach and stuck in the throat.

Nowhere to vent.

It would be better if it was a little late! Why is it so little worse?

Fifty-three umbrellas, Mr. Kan will definitely be very happy...

After smoking a cigarette, Lu Zian got back into the car, his body was stained with a tobacco smell, and he started the car with a expressionless face.

Chen Mange looked at him with eyes, but didn't know how to comfort him: "Brother Zi'an, are you okay..."

"……fine."

Unexpectedly, Lu Zian did not return the same way, but continued to move forward.

After walking for a short period, Chen Mange finally couldn't help it: "Where is this going?"

"I'm going to see Mr. Kan." Lu Zi'an's back was a little sweaty, but his expression was calm: "I have to give him incense sticks... I've come."

So before leaving the town, Chen Mange found a shop to buy some incense and candles.

No one lives in Mr. Kan’s house at this time.

After the funeral, his son took his wife and daughter back to work, but Mr. Kan's neighbors were still warmly entertained them.

"Look for Lao Kan?" The old man was smoking a dry tobacco, and the sadness was endless between his eyebrows: "It's a bit late, it's a pity."

"Yes, we're late." Lu Zi'an made a polite request, saying that he wanted to go to Mr. Kan to sautum to sautum incense sticks.

After hearing his words, the old man looked up to them.

He was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head and smiled and sighed, muttering: "It's... rare."

Mr. Kan was buried in the back mountain. Although it was not far away, the mountain road was not easy to walk.

In addition, it was already lunch time, so the old man kept them for lunch: "The mountains are very cool and the trees are full of shade, so there is no rush to do this for a while."

Lu Zian stood up and thanked: "Then I'll trouble you."

"Hi, I can't say it's troublesome or not, it should be."

The old man was not flexible, so Chen Mange went to help him cook, and soon he was sweating all over.

"You go out and set up the dishes, I'll do it here." Lu Zian took the firewood from her hand and pushed her out regardless of her objection.

While smoking a dry tobacco, the old man looked at him and laughed: "I love my wife, it's good, I have the style of my youth!"

"Or why would he be a wife?"

Chen Mange, who was about to come in, turned pretty blushed and turned to the main hall to put chopsticks.

Although there are no big dishes, they are all grown by their own home, which is refreshing and delicious.

But Lu Zi'an was in a bad mood and couldn't eat it, so he didn't eat much.

"Who are you Lao Kan?" The old man looked at Lu Zian with his eyes that had a clear understanding of the situation: "Even his son is not as sad as you."

Lu Zian, holding the bowl, was stunned and shook his head: "In fact, Mr. Kan and I have never met each other before... I just regret that when he was alive, I could not meet him."

"...Oh, that's it." The old man pondered quietly, suddenly smiled and shook his head: "It's good that you have this kind of heart, and you don't have to feel uncomfortable. Lao Kan is a good old man. Now he has died of his life. He has long lived here and has not suffered much when he left. According to our words, he has great blessings."

What is different from many people's ideas is that in the eyes of the old man, like Mr. Kan, he is not suffering from illness, nor is he paralyzed in bed or something. He falls asleep silently. It is a great blessing, and it is the result of doing too many good things in his life.

Lu Zian nodded thoughtfully: "That's true."

After chatting, Lu Zi'an felt a little relieved, and couldn't help but sigh: "Actually, part of the reason for this trip was that he was entrusted by someone. Director Zhang, who came to shoot that video before, had dozens of orders and wanted to make an appointment with Kan Lao to come with a paper umbrella..."

"Umbrella?" The old man knocked his pipe on the side and looked at him firmly: "You follow me."

Lu Zian quickly finished the work at hand, said hello to Shen Mange and walked out with the old man.

But it turned out that the old man had the key to Kan’s hometown. He pushed open the thick door and the light leaked through the window.

The house was cleaned very clean, but it was still a little dim.

Lu Zian narrowed his eyes slightly. After getting used to it, everything in front of him was immediately connected with many scenes in the video.

Many bamboo slices that were originally piled on the ground have been piled up into a pile and placed on the table where they were originally eating, and tied together with bamboo strips.

A long ruler leaked out from the cabinet next to it, so the cabinet door was not closed.

Seeing Lu Zi'an looking at the painted mahogany cabinet, the old man Bada took a sip of cigarette: "Well, they were going to burn it, I think it's a pity that Lao Kan has not been able to take his apprentice in this life. He had told me before that this old guy was a pity and could not pass the hands of the second person. I thought, if someone learns this craft in the future, I will give him this set of tools, which can be fulfilled by Lao Kan's wish, so I stayed..."

"So that's what it is..."

Lu Zi'an stroked his fingers over the long desk and the wooden table.

In front of him, he seemed to see how Mr. Kan tightened the bamboo strips and umbrella surface.

The bamboo strips are evenly thin and thin, and some delicate parts are even a little transparent. You can imagine how deep the effort is.

It is no surprise that all this comes from a craftsman in his prime.

But what if these works that are as exquisite as genius come from an old man in his seventies?

No matter what others think, Lu Zian just feels awe-inspiring.

It has nothing to do with age, it is just faith.

He understands this feeling of striving for excellence more than anyone else, and he feels more deeply about it.

Seeing Lu Zian suddenly stepped forward and carried all the materials down, the old man forgot to smoke cigarettes: "You are..."

"Didn't you say that Kan Lao has an unfulfilled wish?" Lu Zian smiled slightly, and his heart was extremely quiet: "I think I can complete the rest of his works."

Oil paper umbrella.

He has also done it before. If he uses Kan Lao's unique craftsmanship, although he has only watched the video a few times, Lu Zian felt that he should be able to reproduce it.
Chapter completed!