The Mid-Autumn Festival is the evening, so there is no need to go home for the 14th. This is a good day that Zhong Yue carefully planned under the planning of several veteran drivers.

A gust of wind blew, and Harley roared a bunch of dogs barking on the country road. Most of the motorcycles in the countryside were three wheels, which could pull agricultural goods and carry people. The horsepower was naturally not as powerful as Harley's roar.

"Whose baby is this? The sound of the motorcycle is so cool."

The fields are almost all packed, except for some covered with mulch, which are planted with a few edges of daylily, rapeseed, etc. In early winter, they can still be eaten immediately, sold out and sold, and exchanged for some necessities of daily life. This is how life is. The vegetable market is almost closed at noon. Small towns follow the ancient routine and life, and everything is so quiet.

"Actually, I have been to Xiaohe Mountain several times. The ancient charm of Huizhou is now becoming less and less in the city. On the contrary, it is only in small towns that can show the authenticity, so I often come here for folk songs."

Zhong Yue got out of the car and placed the easel in Zhang Laifu's yard. Zhong Yue was quite satisfied with this picture of "Little Lotus Clouds and Smoke".

"Don't you go home?"

Zhong Yue saw the shyness rising from Gu Qin's face, and coughed twice, "What's the hurry?"

Hearing someone outside the house, Zhang Laifu walked out smoking a cigarette, "A Yue, oh, the guest is here."

"Master, this is Gu Qin, I...friend."

"Hello, Master...Grandpa."

Zhang Laifu looked at Zhong Yue with deep thoughtfulness, and smiled so hard that he almost showed his teeth. "Okay, come in and sit in. A Yue, bring your friends here and find something to talk about. You are also ready to prepare."

Harley Motorcycle used to buy groceries. If this is a knowledgeable person, he would probably laugh. Zhong Yue lifted the big blue bag on the car and said, "I have bought it all."

"Haha, girl, do you drink water or tea?"

"No need to worry, I have mineral water here."

Zhang Laifu smiled as if he was looking at his grandson's wife, "This water is so cool, I'll pour you hot water."

The warm sun was rising, and there was no autumn cold like that in the early morning. After Zhong Yue helped Zhang Laifu deal with the fish, he was forced by Lao Zhang to master the pen making skills. Gu Qin had never seen Zhong Yue make pens before, and he was like a quiet little white rabbit, squatting aside and watching carefully.

Last night, Zhong Yue used up his last five thousand achievements in exchange for [Intermediate Pen Making Techniques]. In fact, the pen obtained from a systematic lottery is now very practical. Not only does it have a slight blessing, but the most important point is that it is not easy to break.

A good wolf hair pen has dozens or hundreds of raw materials. With the handmade cost, it is sold for three or four hundred yuan. Then, the pen is easily lost after writing for half a month. It is better to use a systematic pen to make it cost-effective, but the inheritance of pen making cannot be broken. If Zhang Laifu has any wish, perhaps this craft can succeed, and passing it from generation to generation is the final wish. Based on this, Zhong Yue is willing to spend valuable achievements in exchange for [intermediate pen making skills].

The car pole, basin, and head rubbing, Zhong Yue's hands flexibly flipped in the basin. Qi Jian round and pointed pen tips were placed inside the pen pole, and several pens were quickly made. Zhang Laifu checked the pen made by Zhong Yue, and his eyes were surprised, "A Yue, have you been practicing in Shanghai?"

Originally, he was worried that Zhong Yue's pen making skills would become unfamiliar, but after seeing Zhong Yue's current pen making skills, Zhang Laifu was trembling with excitement.

There is a successor to Xuanbi!

Xuanbi is saved!

Seeing Zhang Laifu's emotional look, Zhong Yue was also satisfied. These five thousand achievement points are worth the money!

"Ayue, wait a moment." Zhang Laifu's eyes were a little wet and he staggered into the room.

Gu Qin looked at the pen on the bench, picked up one, and asked in surprise: "Zhong Yue, are there any one you can't do?"

Zhong Yue pursed his lips and said calmly: "It's okay, it's okay."

A moment later, Zhang Laifu came out with something in his hand, sighed and said, "I originally gave you the technique of making a pen, because I was afraid that the inheritance would be broken in the future. I accepted you as a disciple. After a hundred years, I would have an explanation to see the master below, but I also understand that Ayue, your ambition is not on this, so I have never given this carving knife to you. I plan to put you in an urn after cremation in the future and put it in the soil with you."

Zhong Yue took the carving knife, there was no rust on the head of the knife, and silver wire was inlaid on the handle, which looked very delicate.

Zhang Laifu sat down and said, "The pen factory is all apprentices, but many masters, whose ancestors were from the pen making family, went to the pen factory to make a living. However, these are not passed down to the outside world. Only those who truly inherit the skills will pass on the carving knife. Daguang didn't know about this. Originally, I thought that there would be no real successor to Wenchuan Xuan Pen in the future. Now, you are qualified to use this carving knife to carve your name and the two words Wenchuan on the pen holder."

Zhong Yue looked at Zhang Laifu's solemn appearance and said, "Master, you have such a master, you have said it earlier, so I will work harder. If I didn't show this skill today, you would really take this knives to the underworld."

Zhang Laifu laughed and scolded: "How can I not know where your ambition is? Let you learn to make a pen, but you have the skills to make a living. Who knows that your pen making skills are more experienced than those who have learned it for ten years, otherwise I would be willing to pass on this knife through you? Okay, let's talk about other things in the future. We both talked about it for so long, and let the little girl stay aside for so long."

Gu Qin smiled and said, "It's okay."

The few people in the room were busy, with smoke rising from the cooking stove, and they were busy for food.

...

...

The fourteenth moon is already very round.

In the peach forest at the foot of Xiaohe Mountain, the two of them took a walk here and walked all the way to the doorstep.

What should be chatted about in the afternoon is actually almost the same. Now I’m talking all the way. It’s just that Zhong Yue forced to find topics to avoid embarrassment, so as not to be too straightforward. What can I do when I go home?

Go in for a cup of tea?

Gu Qin was not stupid, but Zhong Yue clearly saw the tension on her face.

"I think Van Gogh's experience and creative style, as Impressionism, is similar to Xu Wei of the Ming Dynasty, and..." Zhong Yue couldn't make up any more. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the door of his house in front of him.

Gu Qin chuckled, "Van Gogh is from Post-Impressionism."

Zhong Yue opened the door and said, "Oh, that's it... I might remember it wrong. Come in and sit down. After the decoration is completed, you haven't been here yet, right?"

"The moon is so bright tonight."

“…”

Gu Qin walked into the living room, looked at the unique decoration, brushed his hand over the "Back View" hanging on the wall, and smiled and said, "When I came here half a year ago, there were still books by your father and grandfather here."

"Time flies so fast." Zhong Yue slowly unscrewed the red wine he bought from the supermarket yesterday. "This red wine has been hiding for a long time, and I haven't had a chance to open it. Have a drink?"

While speaking, the bottle plug was pulled out and some were poured on the prepared glass.

Gu Qin was stunned and then smiled and said, "It's so late, why are you drinking?"

"It's so late, it's easy to get into trouble when riding a bike back." Zhong Yue never felt that there was a time when he was thicker than today. The experience of veteran drivers teaching is that shamelessness is the king!

Gu Qin looked at Zhong Yue cunningly, "What do you want to do?"

"I'm not doing anything. It's Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow. The school won't check the bedding during the holidays. It's great if you don't live here. It's time for vacation." As he said that, Zhong Yue shook his red wine glass and took a sip with courage.

Gu Qin took the red wine from Zhong Yue's hand and said, "You want to say, it doesn't matter if you don't want to go today, right?"

Bang!

Zhong Yue raised his glass and slammed it, and smiled evilly.

Wine is the best fun thing. Seeing Gu Qin's cheeks slowly rosy, Zhong Yue sat in his seat, with happy cells in his body, and he sat in a sagging sagging.

"When the next spring comes, the peach blossoms outside will bloom first. The peach blossoms that go up the mountain in April will bloom. The rapeseed in the fields will bloom again. At that time, it will be a beautiful picture."

Gu Qin smiled, "It's only autumn, you're thinking about the spring next year. People say that winter is here and spring is not far away, but you are too far away."

Zhong Yue grinned silently.

The two of them were stunned when they met. The red wine glass shaking in Zhong Yue's hand also stopped, slowly approaching, approaching, approaching...

I have eaten the meat bun that has just been out of the cage and the steamed cake that can be broken, but when I touched the red petals with the smell of red wine and body temperature, an electric current still spread to my limbs. The throbbing still made Zhong Yue's hands unconscious...

If calligraphy and painting can make Zhong Yue calm, then the person in front of him will make his heart beat.

"Yue...Ayue..."

"Um?!"

"Is it...yes...is it...a little...too...too fast?"

Zhong Yue relaxed a little, "Next spring and Jingming, you haven't said it, it's too far."

Gu Qin said with a bright look: "You take the truth out of context!"

Zhong Yueshi wanted to pounce on him again, but his phone rang out of time.

"Telephone!"

“…”

Zhong Yue took a deep breath and it was a big deal for me! He walked over, pulled the off-coat from behind the sofa, and took out the vibrating cell phone.

"Hey!" Zhong Yue looked at the call message, Ouyang Ming, this bastard.

The other end of the phone was stunned for a few seconds.

"say?!"

"Brother Yue... something happened!"

Zhong Yue sighed, calmed down, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is a problem with the gift box and it has been completely removed from the shelves!"

Zhong Yue frowned and stood by the window. The cool breeze blew on his face. The restlessness gradually cooled down. "What's going on? It's impossible. There is no problem with our ink ingots. And the gift box has not passed the quality inspection?"

Ouyang Ming said: "There is nothing wrong with our products, but there is something wrong with Ouya's mooncakes."

"What?"

"I was reported by someone to commit suicide by using expired mooncakes!"
Chapter completed!