'Woof woof woof', Gu Yian's message alert sounded. He took out his mobile phone and entered the small group.
[Bai Yuhao: It’s done. In Lanyue Pavilion. 】
[Gu Yi'an, wow, it's so fast. Is it convenient to go now? 】
[Bai Yuhao: Just go directly. 】
[Gu Yi'an Bai is so free, is the actor so free? 】
[Bai Yuhao: Find Achen or Uncle Song. 】
[Gu Yian OK]
[Song Shichen asked four experienced masters to work overtime this time, and he will definitely give you a big surprise o(￣▽￣)ｄ]
Gu Yian could almost imagine the sullen expression on Song Shichen's baby face at this moment. In fact, the exquisiteness of the jade carving was just the icing on the cake for her, so she replied perfunctorily without expression,
[Gu Yian: Looking forward to it (*❦ω❦*)]
Seeing Gu Yi'an's reply, Song Shichen suddenly became energetic. He seemed to have found someone to express his feelings to, and he started chattering endlessly.
Gu Yian's cell phone kept beeping with text messages, causing passers-by to look sideways. They looked around to see where the puppy was, but couldn't find any hair on it.
Seeing Song Shichen who was still sending messages "woof woof woof", Gu Yi'an felt a rare guilty conscience. With only a little bit of conscience left, she turned off the message notification sound and set up a smart automatic reply.
So the following conversation occurred.
[Song Shichen: My mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were so happy that they almost cried after receiving the bracelet. 】
[Gu Yian: Really? 】
[Song Shichen: Of course it’s true! Let me tell you, girls, they have never seen anything good, but this jade bracelet caught their eyes. 】
[Gu Yi'an: You're welcome]
[Song Shichen: Huh? Uh... I really thank you. If you hadn't promised to sell some of me to make bracelets, I would still be having a headache. What should I give them?]
[Gu Yian: Really? 】
[Song Shichen: In my short life of more than 20 years, I have been stumped by problems. Choosing gifts for my elders will definitely rank among the top three problems. 】
[Gu Yian: Yeah, yeah]
[Song Shichen: Do you want to know the other two problems that are in the top three of the list of problems that bother you, Brother Chen? 】
[Gu Yian: That’s right, what you said makes so much sense]
[Song Shichen:? ? ? 】
[Gu Yian: Just eat plums if you have nothing to do]
[Song Shichen:...]
[Song Shichen: Sister, let me tell you a secret. Actually, I am your father. 】
[Gu Yian: Really? 】
[Song Shichen:...]
…
Song Shichen's information has been temporarily blocked, but Gu Yian doesn't know that the intelligent reply robot is unreliably conducting a tear-jerking father-daughter recognition with the baby-faced Song Shichen.
Knowing that his jade had become a finished product and would soon be turned into aura, Gu Yian temporarily entrusted his stall to Li Su'e and rushed to Lanyue Pavilion.
So when Gu Yian entered the gate of Lanyue Pavilion, what he saw was Song Shichen looking at him lovingly, and then he greeted Song Yanjun with a babble: "Second uncle! Second uncle! My daughter is here. Where are the things? Help me." I'll take it out."
Gu Yian: "???" When did I have a father?
Song Shichen looked arrogant: "Look at the message, we just recognized our relationship."
Gu Yian glanced at the phone suspiciously and was speechless: "Describe you in one sentence. You don't know where to go."
Song Shichen: "..." Quite cultured.
Neither of them took advantage, so it was considered even.
Song Yanjun was sitting behind the tea table holding a pot. When he heard the voice of his uneasy nephew, he didn't even raise his eyelids and continued what he was doing.
Warming the cup, pouring the tea, washing the tea, brewing the tea, making the soup, and finally dividing the tea, the movements are smooth and flowing. In addition, today I am wearing a Chinese-style robe made of cotton and linen with green embroidered bamboo, which makes every move as elegant as mist. In the overflowing fragrance of tea and the dense water vapor, it's like banishing an immortal.
He placed the tea cup in front of the two juniors and signaled them to drink tea.
Song Shichen had been surrounded by his grandfather and second uncle since he was a child. He had long been accustomed to being caught tasting tea. At this time, he couldn't help but praise: "The tea soup is delicate and smooth, with rich aroma and sweetness in the back of the throat. His second uncle's tea-making skills have improved again." Well, if grandpa knew about it, he would probably pester you to learn tea art again."
My nephew's tongue is nicknamed the golden tongue by the old man in the family. He does have talents that ordinary people can't match when it comes to tasting tea and delicious food. This is why the nephew gave up entering the family business and started a new one instead. The family did not stop him. After all, he has a skill. .
The Song family values the word "follow one's heart" and try to respect the interests and hobbies of their descendants without interfering too much in their life plans.
Knowing that his nephew was not perfunctory with him, he rarely gave him a discerning look. I didn't bother with his behavior of making a fuss as soon as he walked in the door.
Where no one was watching, Song Shichen breathed a sigh of relief. He always forgot his second uncle's rules and couldn't make noise in Lanyue Pavilion. It would be better if he didn't get thrown out, otherwise he would be really embarrassed in front of Gu Xiaomei.
After receiving Song Shichen's evaluation, Song Yanjun turned to look at Gu Yian aside.
Gu Yian was indeed not very good at tea, or to be more precise, he was not very interested, but he couldn't bear to offend the other party's kindness, so he tasted it carefully, held it in for a long time, and then said: "It tastes better than the last time, not the same." It’s so bitter, but it brings back some sweetness.”
Song Yanjun put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Gu Yatou said it well, isn't it just Hui Gan? This kind of taste is suitable for all ages, and it is truly suitable for both refined and popular tastes."
Song Shichen: My second uncle is famous for his double standards again. Is he his nephew, or is Gu Xiaomei his niece? Can there be some basis for his nonsense?
Looking at his disapproving nephew, Song Yanjun took a sip of tea and said: "The tea ceremony is not the privilege of a certain circle. Only by integrating into the lives of ordinary people can it be worthy of the word 'Tao'.
Although Gu Yatou's language was straightforward and straightforward, she hit the nail on the head.
Xiaochen, you have to learn from your little sister Gu on this point. As the saying goes, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, this is knowing. "
Song Shichen savored his second uncle's words, sat upright, and couldn't help but drink tea instead of wine: "You've been taught a lesson, second uncle."
At this moment, Gu Yi'an's heart wandered around the words 'the great road leads to simplicity'. I didn't expect that someone could say such a thing in a small Lan Yue Pavilion.
Having experienced countless small worlds, it is normal for him to have his own understanding of the laws of the world. Song Yan in front of him is a real ordinary person who has drank Meng Po soup and reincarnated as a human being.
It seems that he didn't just say it casually, but he really thought so in his heart. This realization, if he could enter the Taoist sect during the heyday of metaphysics, he would be able to accomplish something, but it is a pity that he was born at the wrong time.
Thousands of thoughts were gathered in one moment. Gu Yian had a good impression of this uncle who had been kind to him from the beginning.
What's more, I later learned about the current prices of Xuanmen magic tools, talismans, seals, and materials in the world. I also learned that Song Yanjun probably realized that he was short of money at that time and sold the talisman paper, cinnabar, etc. to himself at a very low price.
Gu Yian no longer hesitated and took out some of the tea leaves that he had roasted for milk tea in the storage compartment under the cover of his crossbody bag and handed them to Song Yanjun.
"Uncle Song, I also have some tea here. I bought it from the Internet with pretty good quality green tea. After receiving it, I processed it and made it. You can try it and see if you like it."
Looking at the tea leaves simply packaged in a paper bag in Gu Yian's hand, Song Shichen twitched the corners of his mouth and secretly cursed: This is probably the shabbiest tea package that his second uncle has ever received.
Song Yanjun, however, felt extremely distressed and sighed for the 108th time why his eldest brother didn't have a daughter.
He took the tea leaves, opened the bag and took a look. There was about half a kilogram of tea leaves. The tea type was indeed a relatively high-end green tea. One tael was between a thousand and a thousand, although it was thousands, tens of thousands or even tens of thousands compared to what he usually drank. The price of tea at one hundred thousand and one tael was very different, but after all, it was the junior's wish, so he happily accepted it.
One day later, Mr. Song accidentally discovered the half kilogram of tea leaves that Gu Yian gave to his second son. He thought it was good tea that Song Yanjun had found somewhere, but the tea leaves looked like ordinary green tea.
Brewing a cup casually, the aroma of tea lingers, and after a sip, the aroma of tea overflows, the taste is pure, and the aftertaste is long. I can't help but sigh, this tea should only be found in heaven, and it is rare to taste it in the world. What's even more amazing is that after drinking one cup, I coughed up old phlegm and felt refreshed.
So he invited his old friends to drink tea together, and they were all amazed. Unfortunately, when Mr. Song asked Song Yanjun to buy this kind of tea, Song Yanjun had already forgotten about it, which triggered a ridiculous father-son crisis.
Mr. Song greatly regretted the three taels of tea that he drank with his old friends. The remaining two taels were simply lower than Mrs. Song in family status, and no one else could even take a look. These are all things for later.
"Sister, here are the things made from the leftover materials from that piece of high ice. Are you satisfied with it?"
Song Shichen gently took out the carved ornaments from the carefully wrapped box and placed them on the black velvet exhibit box that had been prepared.
"Ahao asked four experienced masters to work overtime to make this. One of the masters is said to have received guidance from the genius of the Bai family in Sijiucheng and has some artistic attainments."
4 men's safe and sound cards, 4 women's safe and sound cards, 2 safe buckles, and several bead strings made from leftover materials were neatly placed in a black velvet box. The stone is used very wisely.
Although Bai Yuhao usually has a cold face, sometimes he rejects people thousands of miles away as if they owe him money. But the work ability and the craftsmen we found are really good. Even Gu Yian didn't see anything to be picky about.
Originally, I didn't particularly care about the appearance of the finished jade, but now I was inevitably attracted by the exquisite craftsmanship and lifelike carving, and I couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.
Gu Yian randomly selected a bead string. In addition to the high-ice beads, several red aged cinnabar engraved with auspicious clouds were also designed to cleverly shuttle between the strings. The shape and design were simple but not simple, enough to show the designer's creativity. Ingenuity.
The bracelet was folded in three layers and put on the wrist. The bright beads made the wrist more slender and jade-like, and the two complemented each other.
Gu Yian thought narcissistically: Whose hands are so beautiful? It would be a pity not to be a hand model...
"Sister, you have such a good taste. This is Master Jiang's most satisfactory work in this batch, even more satisfactory than those safe and sound cards and my jade bracelets. Look at those big beads and other Is there any difference?" Song Shichen deliberately let it slip.
Gu Yian took off the bracelet and looked closer. He unconsciously moved the surrounding aura to his eyes and deliberately exclaimed, "Huh?...Oh~...Wow!"
Song Yanjun looked at the funny girl's naughty look and shook his head with a smile. Then he looked at his nephew who was originally complacent and deliberately showing off, but now he was scratching his head and ears curiously. He couldn't help but rolled his eyes for a moment, almost destroying the elegant fairy tale created today. gas.
"Did you really see it? Sister, please tell me what you saw written on it?"
Gu Yian made it clear that he didn't want to pay attention to the buzzing in his ears for the time being.
"Impossible. Master Jiang said this is a micro-carving. Unless you use a high-power magnifying glass, it will never be seen clearly with the naked eye. Miss Gu, are you lying to me?" Song Shichen's baby face was full of disbelief.
