Perhaps it is because the little boy called "Nian" who came down from the sky has the characteristics of our nation.
He is a very diligent and responsible fairy boy.
It’s not just about driving away the “Xi” beast at the end of the year and completing your job.
At the same time, he is also willing to make people's wishes come true and spread happiness and good fortune throughout the world.
So during the day he was on duty, he also took the initiative to take care of some of the work of Santa Claus and Land God, so that many magical things happened.
In fact, luck does not only favor Mi Xiaoran, who is wandering alone on the other side of the ocean.
There are many more people who truly feel the miracle of life with all its twists and turns.
Friendship Hospital in Beijing, inpatient ward.
On the day he recovered from his illness, Jiang Sanchang, who fainted because of his son's anger, was really ill.
He has been lying on the hospital bed for seven days, and he still feels dizzy and weak in his feet.
The doctors all said that luckily he was sent to the hospital in time so he didn't "play the string".
So although at the end of the year the hospital allowed patients who were able to move home to celebrate the New Year.
Regardless of whether they can move or not, most patients try their best to go home.
But just because he didn't want to see his rebellious son Jiang Guoqiang, so as not to violate the doctor's order not to let him get angry, Master Jiang became an outlier among the patients in the hospital.
The old man was so stubborn that he refused to let his family come to pick him up, and insisted on staying alone in the ward to celebrate the New Year.
But can you not be angry if you stay?
of course not!
In fact, the more you stay alone, the more you tend to think wildly.
Needless to say, on New Year's Eve, there were very few patients and nurses in the ward.
Master Jiang could only pay for his own stubbornness and suffered the consequences of being lonely and desolate.
He was doing nothing in the room, staring out the window at the snowy sky.
First, I thought of the hardships of studying art in elementary school and the difficulty of becoming famous.
Then I thought about being strong and hard all my life, working hard day and night, and earning countless honors for the factory.
But in the end, he ended up being ignored and despised.
No, he was hospitalized, and not even a single person from the factory came to visit him.
Not to mention factory leaders and union officials.
Even those old colleagues and apprentices were gone.
This is exactly what the opera says, the tea gets cold as soon as people leave.
Of course, the most important thing is the son's dissatisfaction.
He was indolent, opportunistic, and ridiculed his own father as if he were a joke, which completely dissipated the virtues of the Jiang family.
On the other hand, he did not expect that his son would be so disgusted with the family craftsmanship.
All the hard work he had put into his son over the years was all in vain.
In short, it was like playing a movie in his mind, one after another, all of which were unpleasant.
And there is nothing he can look away from.
Needless to say, how he feels and how sad he feels on such a special day during this year's festival?
He doesn't understand, he really feels like he doesn't understand.
Why do you become a useless snack when you get old?
Did the craftsmanship that I have been dedicated to for a lifetime turn into a joke in the end?
He is not afraid of anything now. He is only afraid that after his death, Yu Liuli's "Jiang's Family" craftsmanship will completely disappear.
The four words "a man dies and his art is perfect" were like a huge mountain, weighing him down and making him tremble with fear from the bottom of his heart.
However, just as he was savoring the desolation of the twilight of life and sighing for it.
Someone he never expected, and who definitely shouldn't come, came to visit him in the hospital.
That is Master Zou who retired from the factory last year.
This man entered the factory at the same time as Master Jiang, but they knew each other since they were in elementary school.
Not for anything else, just because of the disdain and competition among peers.
Jiang Sanchang is a direct descendant of the "Jiang Family", but Master Zou is a direct disciple of the "Wang Family".
The two schools of cooking utensil production technology have their own merits, and it has always been difficult to determine which one is superior and which one is inferior.
I remember back then, before the two of them entered the factory, neither of them obeyed the other because of their mentorship.
Comparing their cooking skills, they also compete for the limelight in terms of selling prices. They are rivals in selling materials in the Dong'an market.
After entering the factory, their grievances were brought to work.
They are also diametrically opposed to each other in terms of production technology and methods of recruiting disciples.
To put it bluntly, their conflict is deep-rooted, and they have been fighting openly and secretly for half their lives.
Over the years, there has been basically no time when they met head-on without incident.
Therefore, whoever comes, it should not be Master Zou.
Naturally, at this time, Master Jiang did not think that Master Zou had simple good intentions, so he instinctively acted on guard and responded with a cold face.
"Why are you here? To watch my jokes?"
Facing Master Jiang's rude cold reception, Master Zou obviously expected it.
He smiled generously, moved a stool and sat beside Master Jiang's bed, facing him with an unprecedented kind face.
"Looking at your joke? That's not the same as looking at my own joke. You think I'm still a young man in my twenties. Now in our factory, we just dislike the old things that are in the way. We throw them away as much as we can.
, taking everything seriously in exchange for money. I am older than you, and I was thrown out of the factory earlier than you. Whoever wants to laugh at the other is a joke."
That’s right, it’s sad when a rabbit dies and a fox dies, and everything hurts its own kind.
These few words from Master Zou touched Master Jiang's heart.
Not only does it make it harder for him to pretend to be indifferent or say anything unpleasant.
On the contrary, I have the urge to express my inner feelings to the other person and have a good talk about my own sufferings.
"Then you are better than me. At least you don't have such a bastard son like me."
Master Zou actually reached out and patted Master Jiang on the shoulder.
"Actually, it's all the same. My disciples didn't hide it. They were all watered with hard work. Now those guys have all thrown away their crafts. We all have no successors. It's not sad, but
How can I be any better than you? It's nothing more than a smile at a hundred steps."
The thing is so strange, two people always support each other when talking and doing things.
Now we are like best friends, we are trying to comfort each other with our words.
It was so harmonious and tacit understanding, as if it should be like this.
This has never happened before.
After a while, Master Jiang suddenly woke up and felt something strange that was unbelievable.
"Hey, Lao Zou, I feel really awkward for you to follow my words like this. You don't even look like you anymore. I said, you are not at home celebrating the New Year, and you went to the hospital to see me. What on earth did you do here? I'm sure
Is there something important? If I don't explain it clearly, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well tonight."
Sure enough, he was right. When he said this, Master Zou laughed.
And he immediately took out a stack of photos from his bag and handed them over.
"Come, let's take a look at this first."
Master Jiang didn't take the photo and went to find reading glasses first.
After all, I am a person in my fifties, so I don’t start to see until I put on my eyes and use the light.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, he is a little bit tasteful.
It’s amazing that these photos are all of extremely spectacular large-scale pot bonsai.
Gourds, peaches, pomegranates...
Each plant is full of fruits, luxuriant flowers and leaves, smooth and round, and extremely gorgeous.
And when an expert looks at it, he will know that it was Lao Zou who did the work himself.
The texture of the leaves of the feeder is very vivid, which is the technique that Wangjiamen is good at.
But the most rare thing is that the shapes of these pot bonsais are very beautiful. They are not ordinary ones and far exceed the level of the pot pot factories in Beijing.
Even when the factory was at its peak, few master craftsmen could compare with it.
Master Jiang thought to himself that his own work, the carefully created "Magnolia", was roughly equivalent in terms of modeling level.
But for him to be able to create so many beautiful things in the photos by himself, he felt inferior.
So he misunderstood and thought this was Master Zou just showing off.
He had made up his mind that he would not let his old enemy be proud in front of him unless he said yes.
However, although he wanted to pretend to be indifferent, and even planned to find fault in the egg, he accidentally saw the photo of the grapes in the container.
That layer of frost on the grapes can be made by no one except Grape Chang.
This time he didn't hold back anymore and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Hey... this... this is Putao Chang! You actually did it with people from the Chang family? So... do these things belong to you? Or do they belong to the Chang family? Are these things regarded as imperial glaze? Or are they just folk tricks?
ah?"
"Look at what you said. Who does it belong to? It doesn't matter who it is. Is it so difficult that such a false reputation is important?"
At this point, Master Zou finally began to reveal his true intention.
"Old man, stop being so prejudiced. Think about where we are now. Is it a traditional craft or a folk craft? What's the difference? It depends on whether the job is good or not. To put it bluntly, Zhaojiamen
The Heyue family has been wiped out. Your Jiang family and I, the Wang family, are also hanging on by a thread. If we don't think of a way anymore, when we close our eyes again, I'm afraid we will end up with the same fate as them. That's it.
That’s it.”
"On the other hand, as long as something is good, it is really good. Even if the person is gone, it can still be loved by people and passed down forever. Look at the things in these photos. They are beautiful, right? I'm honest.
You, this is not my ability, but the appearance given by the professors of the Sculpture Department of the Academy of Arts and Crafts and the National Academy of Fine Arts. The leaves of my feeder are matched with the grapes and gourds. This is called complementing each other. This needs to be added
How about your flower bud shape that can hide the fragrance? What if we come together and combine our strengths to create something truly good enough to be passed down to the world."
"Let me tell you this, I came here just to invite you to work in our small workshop. In fact, since I promised to retire last year, I have been working here. Although the place is small, it is just a street.
Fortunately, we don't have to worry about sales, and they only want high-quality products. You see, all the utensils I make are such large-scale ones, and the cost of just the sticks is no less than a thousand yuan. You can make whatever you want, I'm told.
As long as it’s good and don’t be afraid of being slow, it’s so enjoyable!”
"I know that you, like me, must be inseparable from the job of blowing materials. It makes you itchy if you don't use your hands. Since our factory now treats the traditional blowing craftsmanship as rubbish, why bother hanging from a tree again.
There are still people in the world who know the goods. The factory doesn’t respect our craftsmanship, but others respect it. And they still want to recruit people and expand it into a factory."
"That's what I think. We have been feuding all our lives and have never collaborated on anything. Now this is an opportunity. I really want to see what Jiang and Wang can do if we work together.
Here comes the feeder."
"Of course, your level is higher than mine. I admit this. If we cooperate, you may feel a little disadvantaged. In this way, as long as you are willing to go, everything you make will be yours, and I have no objection. In terms of treatment,
, I can also guarantee that yours will not be inferior to mine. I just want to be worthy of my craft. Only if I can leave something truly wonderful can I live up to the craft I learned."
"How about it, Lao Jiang, are you willing to ignore the old evil and come with me? Even if you help me, to be honest, it would be a pity not to put your skills to good use. What do you have?
You can raise any conditions, but you are a rare genius in the food industry. You are really a living treasure in this industry..."
"Old evil? Me...I'm still a baby?"
Master Jiang's eyes widened, he was very excited.
"Look at what you said, you made me happy. What old grudges are there between us? It's all trivial matters. Master Zou, I regret what you said today. I regret it.
Why am I so short-sighted and narrow-minded, and I have been fighting with you for half my life just because of my grudges? We really should be friends! Just saying this to you, I am willing to do it for nothing, even if I don’t pay you."
As he said that, he tilted on the bed, fell on the head of the bed, and began to sob and cry.
The old man burst into tears, not for any other reason, but because he didn't expect that he was actually useful.
In particular, the highest evaluation and the greatest respect he has received in his life actually come from the person he has regarded as his opponent for most of his life.
This is really a "dead end".
Who can say that the fate between people is not wonderful?
"Master Jiang, don't be like this. Today is the New Year's Eve. Nothing else. I'm so anxious to find trouble with you because I'm afraid that you won't be able to think about it, get angry, or bring the unhappiness to next year.
Recuperate well, you have to take care of your health and get out of the hospital as soon as possible. In the coming year, we will just work together. When the two of us create something that will impress people, I will drink with you."
But Master Zou's persuasion was completely ineffective. On the contrary, the more he tried to persuade Master Jiang, the more ashamed he became.
I feel that it is really not worth it because the two people have never thought about resolving the grievances and conflicts they have had for decades.
So at around six o'clock in the evening, when Master Jiang's wife came with her grandson to deliver food, she saw the most bizarre and incredible scene in her life.
In the ward of Friendship Hospital, Master Jiang and the person he had hated for half his life actually sat together in a friendly manner, shaking hands and talking happily.
They drank hot tea, smoked cigarettes, and chatted quite happily.
When they saw them coming to deliver meals, they introduced their families to each other as if they were best friends, and even asked Master Zou to stay and eat together.
Master Zou declined many times before giving up. When he left, the two made an appointment to meet on the second day of junior high school.
Master Jiang’s wife barely recognizes her husband.
I just feel a kind of logical confusion and dislocation.