Mirror girl, look, you have to cut it like this. "
Grandma Li held the scissors and cut the palm-sized square red paper into an exquisite and beautiful window flower in three or two strokes.
Jing Yingrong saw it and picked up the scissors and red paper and started cutting it in one go. The cut out window grille was exactly the same as Grandma Li's.
Grandma Li smiled and said: "It's very simple, right? What is not difficult for us is definitely easier for you monks."
Jing Yingrong nodded.
The two of them said nothing, and there was only the clear sound of paper cutting in the room.
The mirror reflected the pattern of window grilles that Grandma Li had cut out, and after cutting out several flowers, she suddenly stopped, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and she was contemplating.
After a while, the scissors started moving again. This time, she cut very slowly, stopping to think for a moment every time she cut.
After Grandma Li finished cutting the flower in her hand, she noticed Jing Yingrong's movements. She looked at it curiously without asking aloud.
It wasn't until Jing Yingrong put down the scissors and shook out the red paper that Grandma Li looked at it for a few times before she couldn't help but ask: "Miss Jing, what are you cutting?"
Jing Yingrong: "The big-leaf white rose is a kind of spiritual plant. It usually looks like this."
She opened her palms, and the shadow of a strange flower appeared in the light on her palms.
Grandma Li looked at the phantom, then looked at the cutout in the mirror, and said with a smile: "It looks like, it looks like. But, if it is made into window grilles, it can be changed again."
Grandma Li folded a square of red paper several times, used a small piece of charcoal to draw on it, rubbed it and drew again, and finally sketched out a rough pattern, and then cut it out with scissors.
Jing Yingrong stared at the window grilles cut out by Grandma Li based on big-leaf white roses. Her eyes were still confused at first, but gradually, a bright light lit up in the fog.
Compared with the window flower cut by the mirror, Grandma Li's window flower is quite different from the real big-leaf white rose at first glance. Some of the petals and leaves have been removed, highlighting or even exaggerating the main features, although it is not that similar. , but it makes people feel like a real big-leaf white rose, and it contains a different kind of characteristics.
Grandma Li said slowly: "Sometimes you don't have to copy every part. It's not a bad thing to give up some parts, and leave the free space for the parts you like and want."
Jing Yingrong's expression changed, and she murmured: "Don't we have to copy it?"
"Yeah, or maybe, add a little bit of your own imagination into it. It's your own thing anyway. No one will blame you no matter how much you mess with it."
As she spoke, Grandma Li cut another window flower. This window flower is even less similar to the big-leaf white rose. Only the shadow of the big-leaf white rose can be vaguely seen, but it is still very beautiful.
Jing Yingrong stared at this beautiful window flower that looked like a big-leaf white rose but was not a big-leaf white rose, with a dim light in her eyes.
Thousands of thoughts emerged, and then fell silent again. She picked up the scissors again, and did not cut other patterns, but still cut according to Grandma Li's style.
Half a day passed, and the two of them cut a basket full of window decorations. Jing Yingrong took the basket outside the house and stuck it on the window paper, door and other places. The window flowers were cut a little too much, so she pasted some on the fence and the wall of the well, and also pasted a few flowers on the chicken coop - although they were quickly pecked to pieces by roosters and hens. There was only one left. She looked left and right, then stuck it on Chai Fengju's forehead.
After putting up the window grilles, Grandma Li selected a couplet from a yellowed book. Jing Yingrong wrote it on three red pieces of paper, two long and one short, and pasted them on both sides of the door.
After all the New Year's red stickers were applied, there was still a lot of red paper left. After obtaining Grandma Li's consent, Jing Yingrong put all the red paper into the ring.
At night, Jing Yingrong returned to the room. Yun Luo still covered the mirror, and she placed the stuffed wolf on the bed, occupying more than half of the entire bed.
She sat in front of the mirror, took out the red paper and scissors, and started cutting paper again.
The pieces of paper fell like red snow, and strange patterns appeared in her hands.
Ji Jie Bi asked: "Is this a trick you came up with yourself?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah. Does it look good?"
Jijiebi laughed softly, with a hint of distress: "I can't say whether it looks good or not. I just think it's a little strange, but it's quite pleasing to the eye and comfortable."
Jing Yingrong: "Pleasant to the eyes? Comfortable?"
Jijie Pen: "Well, it feels a bit like the pearl jewelry you made before - I mean the style you came up with yourself, but this time the feeling is more obvious."
Jing Yingrong remained silent.
Ji Jie Bi: "Why do I feel like you are a little happy and a little confused?"
Jing Yingrong blinked: "I have figured out a little bit of things, but there are still many things that are not clear to me."
Ji Jie Bi: "Will you be worried?"
"No, I have a lot of time to think about it slowly."
Jing Yingrong cleared away the pile of things on the table, patted the spring lantern, lay down on the quilt after the light went out, and hugged one of the plush little wolf's front paws.
"Sleep first."
"...Where did you fall asleep..."
…
Yingyu Island, third floor of the Library Pavilion.
Luo Qi stood under an unknown painting, concentrating on the jade slip in his hand. Suddenly he heard someone say: "Junior sister, are you the disciple on duty here? Help me find information."
Luo Qi raised his head and said, "Senior Sister Yu, what information do you need?"
The person standing in front of her was Yu Xian. Her neck was covered with red marks, she yawned lazily, and kept glancing at a handsome male disciple on the other side.
Yu Xian said: "Wu Ya Hai, I want all the information related to Wu Ya Hai."
Luo Qi nodded: "Okay."
She set off to go downstairs, from the first floor to the second floor to the third floor and even higher floors, accurately and quickly pulling out jade slips from various places.
Yu Xian didn't pay attention to Luo Qi's actions. She stayed where she was, looking up at the painting on the wall, then at the position where Luo Qi was standing just now, touching her chin, and a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes.
"Senior sister, the information you want." Luo Qi's voice came from behind.
Yu Xian was still staring at the painting without looking back, and asked: "Did someone tell you that staying in this position is good for your cultivation?"
There was silence for a moment before Luo Qi replied: "Yes, but I won't say who she is."
"Don't be like this. Tell me quietly. In exchange, how about I tell you who painted this painting?"
Luo Qi: "I don't need to know."
Yu Xian shrugged and sighed: "Okay."
Then, she changed the topic: "You move very quickly. It seems that you are quite familiar with the content and location of the information here. Hmm, not bad -"
She turned around as she spoke, and her words stopped abruptly when she saw the hill made of jade slips in front of her.
"No, so many?!"
