As soon as he entered the door, Ying Xuan said excitedly: "Master! Junior Brother Fang has come up with a solution to the problem you asked!"

When Ying Xuan pushed the door open, Lu Zian was watching Chen Mange paint.

The sun is sunny and Chen Mange painted landscapes for the first time. Lu Zi'an stood behind her and occasionally gave some advice.

Because the door was not closed and I was very excited, Ying Xuan didn't think so much and stood in the house. When he saw the situation, he realized something was wrong.

"Master, Master, Master's wife..." He was timid, trembling, feeling like he was about to be cold.

Ying Xuan didn't even dare to watch Chen Mange, for fear that she would shoot him like in the game.

Lu Zian glanced at them and tapped his fingers on the table: "So you continue to draw, I'll take them out and talk."

"Okay." Chen Mange nodded obediently.

Ying Xuan and Fang Yi looked at each other, lowered their heads timidly, and followed Lu Zi'an with his footsteps.

After closing the study door, Lu Zi'an took them directly to the balcony.

The balcony on the second floor is very spacious. Anyway, the clothes are all dried, so Chen Mange has arranged a lot of flowers and plants in this place.

The pots of succulents were taken care of very well, with long branches hanging on the small round table of wood color, which was very romantic.

Lu Zian casually pulled a chair open and pointed his hand: "Sit."

The two looked at each other and sat down.

"What's going on?"

Fang Yi received Ying Xuan's eyes, brewed for a moment, and said with joy: "Master, I have been thinking about it these two days. What you said is indeed very reasonable. I have been looking at it for a long time and found that ancient poems actually have their own artistic conception and scene..."

From the poet's perspective, he combined the situation at that time and analyzed the elements that should appear and not appear in each poem in an easy-to-understand manner.

"Then I will integrate these elements!" Fang Yi made a gesture of clasping his hands, with joy in his eyes: "Then I found that this is a painting in itself!"

Lu Zi looked at him quietly and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Then?"

"Then." Fang Yi swallowed and looked at him nervously: "I have a bold idea!"

He leaned slightly, holding the armrest of the chair in his hand, trembling slightly: "I think some wood carvings can be made specifically to restore the scenes of ancient poems, which are more straightforward and clearer. Then he can exhibit them and show them for the children so that they can feel the artistic conception through the scene, and even if the carving is better, there may be unexpected gains!"

Lu Zian pondered, this was not impossible...

"And, some may also add some small mechanisms and make toys for the children, which is quite interesting." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he looked at Lu Zian with some anxiety: "Master, do you think this... can work?"

Ying Xuan, who was beside him, stroking and slowly took out a small box from his pocket and gently pushed it in front of Lu Zi'an.

He looked up at them and Lu Zian raised his hand to open it.

One person, one well.

The well outlines the water waves with shallow wood grain, and a bright moon falls gently into the water, with the water surface shimmering.

There is not too much decoration. There is only a low tree next to it, lying on the branches, but there is no feeling of lushness.

The whole picture leaves people with a feeling of sadness, except melancholy.

All colors seem to be settled in the water.

Everything is silent and dark, but the bright moon is still beautiful.

Which poem is depicted is self-evident.

Lu Zi'an gently stroked the water wave with his fingers. Fang Yi's knife skills were really good. The texture was smooth and not only outlined the outline of the full moon, but also made a layer of bas relief on it, clearly depicting the water waves.

Under Ying Xuan and Fang Yi's nervous gaze, Lu Zi'an spoke in a quiet voice: "If you proposed to make a jade carving, I wouldn't agree."

Fang Yi's heart was mentioned in mid-air, but when he heard this, he was a little confused.

So, so?

Do you agree or not?

"It's still acceptable for wood carvings." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lu Zi'an's lips. He mentioned the small wood carving and played with it for a while: "However, it can only be used as a free practice and does not consume too much energy."

After all, if such basic things are not like some wood and jade carvings that focus on artistic conception and purely portray scenery, with their current foundation and doing their best will not be in line with their original intention.

"I understand!" Fang Yi straightened his spine and looked firm: "I know what my focus is!"

Lu Zian smiled, put the small wood carving back into the box, and gently pushed it back: "If you want to do it, do it. Do you want me to find the venue for you?"

"No, no!" Unexpectedly, the master agreed to their proposal. Fang Yi was already stunned and said with a smile: "Senior brother said that as long as you agree, he will find me a place to hold an exhibition."

OK, the child is old and has his own ideas.

Wood carvings are quite unique in exhibitions.

Lu Zian smiled and shook his head, watched them come excitedly, and then left excitedly.

I was muttering and discussing all the way, looking very happy.

Since he said that he wanted them to let go, Lu Zian did not interfere.

The time for reunion is always short, and in a blink of an eye, it is time to leave again.

Everyone's work was clear enough, and Fang Yi's wooden bed was also handed over to the original owner. I heard that the customer was very satisfied and he added wages.

Lu Zian also took the time to go to Hexi to see the Cultural Square. The project progress was in an orderly manner, but it was still under construction and there was no effect.

"When you come back, it should be almost done." Shen Mange comforted him: "Everyone said that they would cut the ribbon when you come back!"

Lu Zian smiled and patted his hand gently on the railing: "You don't have to wait deliberately. I don't know how many years it will take for me to go."

That is not the time for a house and a porcelain bottle. This time, it is a bridge across the river and sea.

Shen Mange lowered his eyes silently, and felt mixed emotions in his heart. He opened his mouth but said nothing.

On the day when they sent them to the airport, everyone was here.

Dad Lu was rarely silent, and Mom Lu lowered her head and wiped her tears.

Infected by the atmosphere, everyone's eyes were a little red.

"Don't be sad, mom." Lu Zian patted his fucking shoulder and gently carried her and Shen Mange into his arms: "I'll go back soon, ah."

"It's light, it seems to be like going out to play." Lu Ma looked at him angrily, feeling distressed and reluctant: "You, you finally raised some meat, this..."

She couldn't continue to say anything.

"Okay." Dad Lu coughed, pulled Lu Zi'an away, and pushed forward: "Don't delay, go early and come back early. When you come back, Dad will hold you a drink."

Mom Lu angrily glanced at Lu Dad, and everyone laughed strangely.

Lu Zian didn't say anything, but just looked at Chen Mange and smiled. Chen Mange's eyes turned red and his face turned red. He lowered his head and did not speak, but he did not object.

The atmosphere was easily deviated.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Lu Zi'an and his disciples rushed to their battlefield.
Chapter completed!