The first thousand five hundred and ninety-seventh chapter beggars
There is one kind of waiting that is the most unbearable, and that is waiting with hope. It feels like a kitten scratching people with its paws, itching and struggling. Xu Qing is like this now, moving a chair and sitting outside the villa to spend time during the day.
During that time, he chopped the big camphor tree in front of the door into bare sticks, and cut off the thicker branches and carved them into various objects. During this time, his carving skills improved.
Some good people compare life to an irregular circle. The distance from the starting point to the end may be very long. There are no steps in the middle. It is all bitterness. It is refreshing and painful, and the two or three points are entangled. The man is worried about everything.
I threw away a few pieces of crumpled tissue paper and cut off the long, brightly colored nails on my middle finger... People walk through the world and taste all kinds of sweet, bitter and spicy, this is life.
Xu Qing held half of a piece of camphor wood that was as thick as a bowl and half a foot long. He used Long Yuan Sword to make virtual gestures on the surface of the wood. This was the last piece of camphor tree pole. If he wanted to harm the big camphor tree, he would have to cut it down directly. He sat on the
He was gesticulating on the chair, and there was a foreign girl sitting opposite him, glancing back and forth at his face with a pair of sultry blue eyes.
Ever since Eve saw the wood carvings made by Xu Qing by chance, she has been hopelessly obsessed with it. She didn't remember how many times she had worshiped her master, but this annoying guy just refused to teach her wood carving.
So she made a decision. Every day when Xu Qing was carving objects, she would move a chair and sit aside to watch. The idea of stealing from his master was a good one, but the chance of success was too low.
Xu Qing's wrist suddenly moved, and the tip of the sword moved quickly on the surface of the camphor wood. Xue School's carving techniques can also be described by an idiom, sowing discord. For him, this idiom became a detachable verb, provoke, stir up, separate.
, respectively, can be understood as knife feeding, knife rotation, material division, and hollowing out. Only by integrating the four carving techniques can we achieve the wonderful state of moving the heart and the knife at will.
With his skillful carving techniques and the ancient warrior's subtle control of strength, Xu Qing regards carving as a kind of leisure pleasure. In this environment with no distracting thoughts, he can better appreciate the fun. Eve, who is opposite, looks closely at her.
On the wood carving in his hand, he begged this guy to carve a bust for her several times, but he was rejected outright, and he could only watch his performance with his teeth gritted.
The tip of the sword flew on the wood, and sawdust fell down one after another. Eve could tell that he was carving a human figure, and it was a woman, otherwise the breasts would not have stood out so high. This guy had incredible skills and could carve out
All kinds of beautiful things, once they are carved, he can give the wood carvings away to others at any time, because what he enjoys is just the process.
In addition to the idea of stealing from his master, Eve now also has the intention of collecting wood carvings. Anyway, every time this guy carves something, he gives it away randomly. She has more than a dozen in her boudoir. She doesn't like the few but is not afraid of the many.
Maybe one day the objects carved by this guy will be worth a lot of money, and that's the real potential.
Xu Qing was so focused on carving the camphor wood in his hand that he had no time to look at Eve across from him. Now he only had wood carvings in his eyes. This might be the last object he was pondering in the capital. It would be better to have something missing than to be careless.
As time went by, the camphor wood turned into a statue of a woman. The expression on Eve's face changed again and again. She could guess who was carving from the outline of the wood carving. This person was very familiar, far away and close.
In front of me is the beautiful foreign girl herself.
Xu Qing is such a person, he takes soft things rather than hard ones. If Eve hadn't often used a few dollars to show off, he would have given her a statue. He would not refuse this kind of effort. The statue still needs the last step, the face. Judgment
The key part to the success of a portrait is the face. If the sculpture is wrong, it will be the biggest regret.
Swish, swish - the dagger in Xu Qing's hand turned very fast, and a lifelike face appeared in the pupils. The foreign beauty was first-class in both figure and appearance. It is difficult to carve out that kind of charm, but for
For him, the difficulty is almost negligible. What he wants is a work that can be appreciated.
A melodious sound of the piano came from the white stone road opposite. The wooden statue in Xu Qing's hand was also completed at this moment. Looking around, he saw a few Yin Asan walking over with sitar in their arms. There were a total of
The six of them, on the surface, looked like they were harmless to humans and animals, they just played the sitar and walked quickly towards this side.
Xu Qing scanned them with his clairvoyant eyes and did not find that they carried any offensive weapons. They were just six playful and smiling Yin Asan. Just by looking at their appearance, he knew they were here to beg for money. There are many trendy beggars nowadays.
If you play a musical instrument, you can often get several times more money than ordinary beggars by playing and singing in front of others. The prerequisite is that you have some real materials.
The sitar is an instrument with the most national characteristics. Six Indian and Afghan trio wearing knee-length Gurda blouses played it with a unique taste. Even Xu Qing couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket.
, he saw that Yin Asan, who was walking at the back, had a clean paint bucket tied to his waistband, which contained a lot of change and coins.
This group of Indians played the asan very well. Xu Qing was going to throw some small money into the paint bucket when they passed by. This was also an affirmation of their hard work. It is not easy to make money these days. It is a shame that these foreigners can come up with such a beggar.
As for money tricks, I should also reward you for this, so as not to be said to be stingy.
Eve seemed a little disgusted by this group of sudden uninvited guests, with an undisguised look of sullenness on her face. It was the arrival of these guys that made Xu Qing stop carving. It was so abominable. She had often seen such people before.
It's just some foreign students who make a little money. On the surface, begging in this way seems more elegant, but in essence, it's the same as shouting with a broken bowl in your hand.
Begging has no national boundaries. In a sense, it is a way of selling dignity to obtain benefits. Young guys like this are not worthy of charity at all. They can get paid in other more honorable ways.
Six Yin Asan played the piano and walked to the door of the villa. They half-bowed to the two of them with a smile. One of them, a bearded Yin Asan with a red turban on his head, said in broken Chinese: "Dear
Sir, beautiful lady, if you are willing to pay two hundred yuan, the great Lord Shiva will definitely bless you..."
Xu Qing shook his head, took out two banknotes from his pocket, kneaded them into a ball, and threw them forward. The crumpled banknotes drew an arc in the air and fell into the paint bucket on Yin Asan's waist.
, he didn't have a good impression of these begging foreigners, nor did he have a dislike for them, so he gave them a few small coins and sent them on their way.
[Author's digression]: On New Year's Eve, I wish all book friends a Happy New Year!