Do a bunch, it doesn't look messy, and even a little chic.
Above the narrow gate hang two newly hung red lanterns, the lanterns are dripping with ink, each with a large character: Zhang.
The man who lives in this house is Shi Shizhang, a well-known craftsman from far and near in Wolong County. And today is his sixtieth birthday. In his whole life, he has traveled around a lot, and he has seen many dignitaries and dignitaries, and his life is by no means bad.
Sometimes a happy event is held in the streets, and it is very pompous. But Shitou Zhang Guoshou didn't do anything big. His children were young, but he did things steadily. He gave white-faced birthday peaches to his neighbors early in the morning, but he didn't accept any birthday gifts.
The real banquet only gathers relatives, there are not many people, and the scene is not big, but they are all close to people, and it is naturally lively and lively.
But the scene is not big, it does not mean that the banquet is prepared casually. Stone Zhang specially smashed a lot of money, and invited the chef from Tianxiangju in Wolong County to take charge, and carefully prepared the whole afternoon. The dishes he picked were all live signs of Tianxiangju.
Shi Shizhang had prepared three tables in total in the hall. His relatives and his two apprentices who had learned the craft from him for more than ten years could just fill two tables. There are four chairs.
As evening approached, Shi Shizhang also asked people to hold hands. Between the other two tables and this one, a screen was erected, which seemed rather secretive.
What is even more intriguing is that when people put cold dishes and refreshment snacks, Shi Shizhang specifically instructed, put the plain ones aside, and put the meaty ones aside, don't mix them up.
After all, they are my own family, so I don't mind this move, but I just asked Shitou Zhang very curiously.
Shitou Zhang waved his hand and explained simply: "VIP."
When the almost full moon was reflected in the sky, there was a knock on the door of the house. Shitou Zhang hurriedly went out, and when he saw the people outside the house, he laughed and said quite familiarly: "Twenty-seven is here, sh-how do I think you've grown a little taller?"
The person outside the house is Lu Twenqi. After more than ten years, he is no longer the too thin and small appearance he used to be. Except for the faint shadows of the past, the blood mole on the forehead and the life palace is still there. They are very different from the original, tall and thin, but somewhat like Jiang Shining in the past, with a silk book angry.
"It's you who shrank a little bit." Lu Tianqi replied, "I met you at the door of Li's shop last time, and you haven't bowed your back yet."
When he spoke, it was still cool, and it was a bit choking at first, but Shi Shizhang, who was used to it, didn't mind.
"I'm old enough to do this kind of handicraft. Someday I don't bend down and bow my head. I'm still too late to bow my back. How can I compare with you." Going into the house, "Where are the dolls you picked up?"
"I'm tired from playing in the afternoon, and they rest early. They won't be able to stay here. It will be a few more years." Lu Twenqi replied.
Perhaps it was because Nineteen was picked up from the mountain by the Lu family's father. After Lu Twenty-seven was a little older, he occasionally encountered abandoned children under the Daobian Bridge, and he would bring them back and teach them how to read and write. Because Fuyi is famous far and near, there are many children who do not have to worry about not being able to support them.
When Yuan Shizhuang invited Lu Twenqi to the invitation, he asked him to bring the three carrot heads, but Twenty-seven declined. Those children's children in their early years had not yet turned around, and they were very cautious and especially afraid of life.
So Shi Shizhang didn't force it, he was a shattered son of a bitch and liked to meddle in his own business. At first, when he saw Twenty-seven's return book, he was a little worried that these children would not be well raised, but after thinking about it, he was relieved...
Because there is Lu Twenty-seven.
Shi Shizhang occasionally met Lu Twenqi over the years, and he was full of emotions. He almost watched with his own eyes a young man who was slightly depressed and defensive, gradually grew into what he is today.
It can be seen that kindness and tenderness can sometimes be passed on from generation to generation.
"They haven't come yet?" Lu Nianqi looked up while following him into the room.
His eyes have always been like this all these years, neither completely blind nor improved. However, as he became more proficient in the art of shoveling, these eyes could not hinder his daily life and work.
Shitou Zhang followed him and looked up, shook his head and said, "It may take a while."
The other Zhang family members in the courtyard also looked up, looking inexplicable. Shito Zhang's pair of sons and daughters came late. The son was older, and he was already two or three years younger than Lu Nianqi, but his daughter was still twenty-eight years old. She was fresh and pretty. Fortunately, she was born more like a mother.
She raised her head and glanced at it several times, and finally she couldn't help but arch the stone and asked, "Father, what are you always looking at in the sky