For the convenience of carrying, Xu Lian specially prepared a set of small wax melting furnace, and put it into a large backpack together with other tools, ready to brush to the Changkong home.
Today is Thursday, and her shop is closed. She also makes candles when she stays at home, so she might as well take it to Xiang Changkong's house to do it, and she will be familiar with her face.
Because Xiang Changkong was on the morning shift today, she didn't let him wait for her at home. When she arrived, she took the key and opened the door.
Weng Shuli changed her clothes today, but she still sits in her old seat and reads a book. She seemed to know that Xu Lian was coming. She watched Xu Lian walk in from the outside with her back carried, without showing any strange expression.
Xu Lian put the backpack on the sofa and smiled at her: "Auntie, I'm here again."
Weng Shuli looked at the black backpack she brought and seemed a little concerned, but in the end she didn't ask anything, only lowered her head and turned a page of the book in her hand.
Xu Lian took a special look and saw that the book in her hand had been changed, this time it was Teacher Xing Xin's latest work, "Secret". Xu Lian sat down in her old seat and said to Weng Shuli, "This "Secret" has also been filmed, and Feng Jing and Yu Yao are filming."
Weng Shuli was obviously not a fan of Feng Jing and Yu Yao, and was indifferent to what Xu Lian told her. Xu Lian didn't care either, she poured herself a glass of water, then walked back to the sofa and laid out the items in the backpack one by one.
The wax melting furnace, the wax melting pot, the electronic scale, the thermometer, the wax block, the plaster, the paper cup... The small coffee table was instantly filled by Xu Lian. There was so much movement on her side that Weng Shuli finally raised her head, stared at the things on the coffee table for a while, and then turned her head to look at Xu Lian.
Xu Lian smiled at her and said, "I don't know if Xiang Changkong told you, I opened a scented candle shop in Xingguang Park. These are the tools I usually use to make candles."
Weng Shuli looked at her and didn't speak. Xu Lian turned on the electronic scale and poured some plaster into the small paper cup: "Don't worry, my work is very quiet, and I promise not to disturb your reading."
Weng Shuli's expression finally loosened, as if she had never seen such a brazen person. She stared at Xu Lian for a while, and found that she really started to concentrate on making candles, and then her eyes fell back to the book.
Xu Lian said the total amount of plaster and glanced at Weng Shuli before adding water. Weng Shuli wanted to use the trick of "ignoring her" to force her back, so the little wife looked at her too.
Her greatest strength is that she can endure loneliness.
As far as she knew, Weng Shuli only started ignoring people in the last three years, and before Xiang's father died, she had always been a woman who cared about her family and understood life.
She heard from Xiang Changkong that Weng Shuli was a dancer in a literary troupe when she was young, and his father fell in love with his mother at first sight at a literary performance. Weng Shuli is good-looking and dances well. When she was young, there were many young men chasing her, but only Xiang's father succeeded.
After getting married, although she devoted her energy to taking care of the two brothers and sisters Xiang Changkong and Xiang Nuan, the dancing did not stop. She would go to square dancing with her sisters, join the dance team to participate in formal dance competitions, and teach others how to dance in her spare time.
Xu Lian is different from her, she has been with herself for twenty-four years. No one knows better than her how to be alone.
If Weng Shuli was very enthusiastic about talking to her today, she might back down first, but she chose to "ignore her".
In this silent tug-of-war, Xu Lian felt that he was winning.
After adjusting the plaster to the most suitable consistency, Xu Lian dipped a toothpick in the black liquid paint. When the toothpick stained with paint touched the gypsum solution, the black paint smeared out, as if sketching a pair of ink paintings.
Xu Lian turned the paper cup and let the paint dye the pattern to her satisfaction, then poured the gypsum liquid into the mold. While waiting for the gypsum liquid to solidify, she poured the weighed soybean wax into the wax melting pot and placed it on the preheated wax melting furnace.
Like performing magic, she didn't make much noise, but she still attracted Weng Shuli's attention. After finding that Weng Shuli was looking at herself, she didn't show any discomfort. She just waited for the wax liquid to drop to a suitable temperature and poured it into the plaster container that had just been demolded.
Inserted a wax core and fixed it with a clip, Xu Lian put it in and asked Weng Shuli, "Does it look good? This basic candle sells very well in our store, and the fragrance is also very good. Smells good."
She only brought two fragrances here today, both of which are the most popular scents in the store, and female customers asked her about the same fragrance.
The air was filled with a faint scent of aromatherapy. Xu Lian weighed some plaster again and asked Weng Shuli, "Auntie, why don't you learn to make candles with me? Instead of being bored at home, why not learn a craft to pass the time?"
Weng Shuli glanced at her, then lowered her head to read again.
Xu Lian stayed at Xiang Changkong's house until the afternoon, made a bunch of scented candles, and wrapped a lot of honeycomb wax. When she left, she only put the candles she made into her backpack. She didn't take the tools she used to make candles, but packed them up in a large paper bag and put them in Xiang Changkong's room.
Anyway, I have to come here often in the future, so I just put it here, so as not to take it every time.
After coming out of Xiangchang's room, Weng Shuli was still in her room. Xu Lian walked up, knocked on her door, and stood outside and said, "Auntie, I'll go back first, and I'll see you next time."
Weng Shuli didn't answer, and Xu Lian didn't wait for her to answer, and left with her backpack.
When Xiang Changkong came back at night, he saw a paper bag under his desk, which was filled with Xu Lian's tools. He smiled, put the paper bag back, and found that he also had a candle on the table.
Compared with many fancy styles in Xu Lian's store, this candle can be called simple. It is the most basic candle with a container for candles. The container is also very simple. He touched it. It was made of plaster. It was a hexagonal container with black paint that smeared randomly on it, like a splashed ink landscape painting.
He found a box of matches and lit the candle, the faint light of which exuded a warm warmth. He turned off the lights in the room and only turned on the small lamp on the table. After adjusting the angle of the light, he took a picture of the candle and sent it to Xu Lian.
Xiang Changkong: Thank you for the candle, it's very beautiful [picture]
Xu Lian: Did you shoot this with your phone
Xiang Changkong: Yes, what's wrong
Xu Lian: The filming is not bad, I will find you in the future [laughing]
Xiang Changkong: I can't [cover face]
Xu Lian: Can't a man say no
Xiang Changkong: "..."
driving suddenly...
Xu Lian: By the way, I’ve made a few dishes by myself recently, and I feel like I’ve made great progress. I’ll come over and cook it for you next time.
Xiang Changkong's heart was hot, and it took a long time for him to reply with the word "good".
Every time I go to Xu Lian's house, it's not as simple as eating...
Xu Lian: Good night then
Xiang Changkong: Good night, rest early
They said good night to each other here, and Wei Yichen's side was the peak business period.
Wei Yichen was playing billiards with Ah Mao in the room when a waiter ran in in a panic and said to them, "Brother Chen, Brother Mao Mao, there are two guests outside, something seems wrong."
Wei Yichen put down the club, looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know either. It seems that I drank too much, but it doesn't look like it." The waiter recalled the appearance of the two guests and felt that this matter was not simple. It's not that they haven't met the guests who drank too much and made trouble in the bar, but these two people didn't drink so much alcohol at all, and they suddenly became hilarious.
"Go and have a look." Wei Yichen called A Mao and walked out.
The two people mentioned by the waiter were a man and a woman. They looked a little faceless and should not come here often. They were dancing in the middle of the dance floor at the moment, their clothes were almost stripped off, and the men and women around to watch the fun were whistling and applauding.
Wei Yichen and A Mao pushed past the crowd, picked up their clothes still on the ground, and wanted to take the two away from the dance floor. The two were dancing vigorously, and when they saw someone coming to pull them, they opened them up: "What are you doing, don't pull me!"
Wei Yichen and A Mao winked, and took a few brothers to forcibly pull the person away. The two of them struggled cursingly along the way, attracting many customers in the store to watch.
However, after they were pulled away, this episode was quickly forgotten by the people who came to drink. The stage had been changed to a song, and everyone continued to drink and dance.
In the lounge, Wei Yichen threw a small plastic bag in front of Ah Mao and looked at him badly. A Mao's back was chilled by the stare, and he looked down at the thing he threw over, and the whole person was not well: "Brother Chen, where did this thing come from?"
Wei Yichen sneered: "Those two people fell out of their clothes."
A Mao was about to kneel on the ground for him: "Brother Chen, this is definitely not something in our store! Those things you are not allowed to touch, you give us ten courage, and we don't dare to touch it!"
Wei Yichen pursed his lips and sat down on the sofa. Ah Mao has been with him for a long time, and he still understands his character. If it wasn't something in their store, it was brought from somewhere else by those two.
On the first day he came to Qingnan Lane to open a bar, he knew the rules that Qingnan Lane should have. This is... Someone is on the verge of breaking the rules
"The two people check to see which store they are regular customers."
"Understood." Amao responded and glanced at the small plastic bag again, "Then... how do I deal with this thing?"
Wei Yichen said: "Throw it in the toilet, flush it away, and those two people are not allowed to enter our store in the future."
Ah Mao nodded and said, "I'll do it now."