beauty shoulder

Chapter 10

Besides, Su Ying huddled in front of Cai Xiaowen's house and was blown through by the cold wind, and that night she had a cold.After she got up today, although she got better after taking the medicine, she still had a stuffy nose and a runny nose, and she was extremely tired.She won't go to the store. According to her opinion, it's best to sleep at home for a day.However, the delivery time for the batch of pottery that Mr. Zhou chased after was tight, and it was official pottery.

Fortunately, the weather is fine today, and it would be quite warm to sit in the yard making pottery and basking in the sun.Su Qing really didn't want to sit in a cold and dark workshop and carve meticulously.She took the most common clay and the simplest tools, moved the turntable and placed it in the yard, preparing to make the most simple pottery blanks.She didn't know that there was a small mosquito lying on the tree in her yard, otherwise, even if she sang, it would be full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, with all kinds of peerless elegance... Even if she was talking to herself, it should be full of spring flowers, autumn moon, and a river of spring water flowing eastward ...

This time, Su Qing had already filled her stomach, no matter how tired she was, she would have to fight again.She took the mud and put it on the turntable, and then turned the stick to make the turntable move.Cai Xiaowen on the tree raised his brows abruptly, and pushed down the branches so that he could see clearly.After carefully observing the color of the clay, it is judged that it is just ordinary yellow clay, and no special material can be seen.She was a little disappointed, and turned her head to look at Su Huang's face.

Su Ying had been drooping her eyes sickly before, huddled weakly in her winter clothes.But since the clay started turning, it was like taking a panacea.Although it can't be said that his face is radiant, he still has a serious expression, and his brows are full of seriousness.The pottery clay rotated slowly with the turntable, and Su Ying dipped her hands in clean water and pinched it lightly in the middle, forming the outline of the pottery pot.After lightly taking out the inner space, she slowly moved her hand upwards, pinching the edge of the spout with her fingers...

So fast!Cai Xiaowen stared at Su Yang, and couldn't help but marvel: Senior sister is already proficient to this point? !

She could see that what Su Ying made was a simple tall clay pot, which didn't require much skill.But Su Glaze is proficient in technique, very accurate in his hands, rarely reworked, and looks very smooth and fast.Cai Xiaowen couldn't help but admire: Su Yuzi's ranking at the top is well-deserved.Shaping can be so fast.And the effect is very good... Looking at her expression when making pottery, she is really focused and serious.Was this undivided attention one of her secrets?

At this time, Su Ying stared at the half-shaped pottery blank, suddenly smiled, and picked up the bamboo knife to trim the edge.Cai Xiaowen felt touched again: She really likes pottery... She can even look at the pottery and laugh... Is this heartfelt love also one of the secrets?

That's when Cai Xiaowen secretly sorted out the "secrets" he saw.Su Ying didn't know that there was a mosquito watching her from all angles.She was immersed in her own unspeakable feelings and couldn't extricate herself.Su Glaze has done so many of this kind of plain and simple pottery pots that she can shape them automatically without thinking about her hands.So all her thoughts at this time were put on her imagination.In her heart, it was snowing heavily...

On a snowy night, the wind is not strong, and the snowflakes have just been blown obliquely.I don't know what Cai Xiaowen and I did just now, but we walked home together through the snow.There is no one on the road, only the snow-covered streets and the blurred moonlight.She walked ahead, leaving a string of footprints.I followed her, leaving another set of footprints alongside hers.She was dressed a little thinly, with her hands tucked into the sleeves of each other, and she raised her shoulders and shrunk her neck as she walked.As I was walking, I suddenly looked back at me with that brave smile on my face again.

"Senior sister, are you cold?"

I nodded and took a few quick steps to shorten the distance with her.Her face was flushed from the cold, and she was worried about whether I was cold or not.She pulled out her right hand, which had been tucked in the sleeve, and squeezed my left hand tightly.

"Is it better?"

I nod.Her hands were hot and really not that cold.

With a triumphant look that the method worked, she grabbed my hand and stuffed it together with hers into the front of her bosom.

"This way, it shouldn't be cold anymore. Sister..."

"Call me Su Yan."

She looked puzzled again: "But, you are my senior sister."

"You care so much about the name of the teacher and sister? Then you can be my goddaughter."

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Pfft...Because Cai Xiaowen's expression after hearing this sentence has exceeded Su Ying's imagination.She had no choice but to jump out of her imagination, pick up a bamboo knife to trim the edge of the clay pot, and couldn't help smiling: Whoever really takes a little mosquito as a goddaughter must be very happy...

Just like that, Su Ying's concentration and that smile had nothing to do with the clay pot, but made Cai Xiaowen closely integrate with her own self-understanding.If Cai Xiaowen knew that what she admired was this kind of thinking, she would probably feel like fighting with Su Ying before committing suicide... Fortunately, she would only continue to misunderstand.

Cai Xiaowen watched Su Ying make a pottery blank, put it into a square wooden box, then took another piece of yellow clay, and repeated the action just now.After lying on the tree for a long time, Cai Xiaowen was a little tired, so he stretched his legs, trying to adjust his posture.Before she could straighten herself, her ankles were hung by the branches. When she looked down, her nose was scratched by the leaves next to her head.

"Ah... ah cut!" Oops!

Although she covered her mouth in time, the "cut" still leaked a little unstoppably... She hurriedly got down on the ground, hugged the tree trunk tightly, and hid her head behind the leaves, not daring to lift it up.After a while while her heart was pounding, she heard that Su Ying hadn't made any abnormal sounds, so she raised her head slightly and looked under the tree.Seeing this, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

What about people? !

She didn't care about the noise, she sat up suddenly, twisted her waist and looked around, she didn't even see the shadow of Su Huang.Cai Xiaowen sat blankly on the tree trunk, a little panicked: Did my senior sister find me...or did I go to the latrine?What if you find me?Am I trespassing on a private house?According to the laws of the Song Dynasty...forgot...but it's still a crime anyway!What to do, what to do... Do you want to run away before she comes back... Cai Xiaowen was suddenly afraid of the bad consequences of his behavior.Just when she was hesitating whether to run away now or later.Su Ying hid at the corner of the studio, and saw her shaking her head clearly.

"Okay! Little Mosquito Cai, if you don't learn well, you dare to sneak in and steal art! Ahem...As a senior sister, how can I not teach you a lesson!" As Cai Xiaowen said, they are all craftsmen. know who.

When Cai Xiaowen just wanted to jump off the tree to escape.Su Ying came back, grabbed a small jar in her hand, and sat back in front of the turntable.Seeing her calm expression, Cai Xiaowen didn't even look up, and suddenly felt relieved: Didn't she notice me?The sneezing just now shouldn't be very loud...

Su Ying took another piece of yellow mud, reached out and took out something from the jar, wiped it on the mud, and said plausibly: "Add this, it will be much better. It's really not easy to find this, don't let others see it, especially It's that little mosquito!"

Here comes the secret recipe!Cai Xiaowen was overjoyed, and threw the fear to the horizon again.She climbed two steps with the tree trunk in her arms, and tried her best to probe: after lying down for so long, it was not in vain.Bad grapefruit really has a secret recipe!And it’s a secret recipe that you especially can’t let me know!

She was anxious and wanted to quickly see what Su Fang had painted on the mud.But no matter how she poked her head out, she was blocked by Su Ying's back.Just when she was about to take the risk to climb a little further, she only heard Su Ying say: "There are so many left...Even if it falls down, the little mosquitoes can't see it." After she finished speaking, she walked to the tree where Cai Xiaowen was hiding, Sprinkle the contents of the jar upwards.Cai Xiaowen was poking his head out, and met him head-on...

"...Bah..." Cai Xiaowen finally opened his eyes, spit out the powder in his mouth, reached out to wipe his face, and this time he saw clearly: flour? !

Su Ying walked back calmly, and started to make clay pots again.More than two hours passed, and she did not leave the yard, nor did she come up with the "secret".The sun was about to set, Cai Xiaowen's face was full of flour slag, he sat on the tree, cold and hungry, he had already lost interest.She really wanted to go home immediately and make a bowl of hot noodle soup to warm her body and mind, but Su Ying stayed below for a moment.She somewhat regretted her hasty behavior of stealing art today, although she also gained something, for example, she knew that she needed to add flour to the mud...

At this time, Feng Ling ran back to the courtyard in a hurry, supported her waist and panted to Su Fang: "Miss... I... I came back late... Help Tangyuan to buy Chengnan's...cheap...cheap pork. Are you hungry? I'll cook right now..."

"Wait!" Su Ying stopped Feng Ling and said with a smile, "I'm not hungry."

"Not hungry?! I... Did I hear correctly?!"

"I'm not hungry, I'm full from laughing." Su Ying smiled until her eyes were bent, her face full of malicious intentions: "You go to the incense store to buy small firecrackers and come back."

"Firecrackers? What are you doing?"

"Aren't I sick? Light up firecrackers to get rid of the evil and block the disease. Don't ask, go quickly."

After a while, Feng Ling came back with a hanging firecracker, and asked Su Ying in confusion, "What time is it now?"

Su Qing washed her hands, took the firecrackers, walked to the tree where Cai Xiaowen was, and hung the firecrackers on the branch protruding from the tree. "Fengling, go get the firecrackers." Cai Xiaowen was scared and cried by firecrackers, and since then she is most afraid of firecrackers, Su Qing knows this too well.

Feng Ling took out a fire pocket from his sleeve and handed it to Su Ying.Su Qing squeezed the fire pocket, slowly leaned towards the wire, her face tightened and she suppressed a smile: Are you still holding on?I can't hold it anymore.Three, two, one...

"Stop!" Sure enough...Su Qing raised her head and smiled gently at the terrified Cai Xiaowen: "Little mosquito, why do you like staying on trees so much?"

Feng Ling raised her head in surprise, and was startled when she saw Cai Xiaowen with a big head: "Hey! Miss Xiaowen, are you rushing to celebrate the Yulan Festival?"

It was only then that Cai Xiaowen realized that Su Ying knew she was hiding in the tree, and that the flour and the firecrackers were all made by her to play tricks on her, so she became hardened instead.She shouted in anger: "I'm picking grapefruits from a tree! Bad grapefruits!"

"Come down. Aren't you tired after lying down for hours?"

Cai Xiaowen snorted coldly, moving his buttocks and was about to fall off the tree.She forgot that there was a handkerchief of winter dates around her waist, so she moved and rubbed against the tree, loosening the handkerchief.A big winter jujube rolled out from the opening of the handkerchief and fell straight down.Su Ying was raising her head, smiling like a spider seeing a mosquito hitting her web.With a soft bang, Dongzao hit Su Ying's smiling forehead...

Seeing this scene, Fengling turned around silently, unable to bear to look directly at the fate of that hapless mosquito...

The author has something to say:

If the little mosquito knew the girlish feelings behind the heart of the senior sister and uncle, he would probably be scared to death...