C18 Fan

Su Xinyue was sweating profusely. She couldn't find the fan at the critical moment. She searched the whole room, and the toolbox was knocked over. With a clank, the tools were scattered all over the floor.

Meng Tianheng happened to come in. Seeing her anxious look, he hurriedly asked, "What happened? What are you looking for?" "The fan mask is gone, I can't find the fan mask I want" Su Xinyue said with a hint of sobbing.

"Don't worry. What's a fan mask like? I'll look for it with you. " Meng Tianheng walked over and picked up the tools that had fallen to the ground. He put them in the toolbox one by one. Su Xinyue was still looking up and down, and sweat trickled down her face.

Meng Tianheng saw the ancient scroll on the table and hurriedly asked, "Did you find this?" Su Xinyue crawled out from under the table and stood up straight. "Where is it?"

"Look, isn't this the ready-made Xuan paper?" Meng Tianheng opened the paper on the square table. "Look at the color. This tenacity is like ready-made fan noodles. "

Su Xinyue's eyes lit up. "Really?" She had never noticed that this paper had other uses. She only felt that there must be a reason why her grandfather used it to wrap the fan bone.

"Look at these patterns, as well as the scale. " Meng Tianheng opened the ancient scripture paper. Su Xinyue held it in her hand. She carefully examined it. The Xuan paper was covered with extremely faint cloud-like patterns, which were smooth and smooth when touched in her hand. The paper was tied up in a long roll. It was about ten inches wide. It was enough to cover the length and width of a fan.

Su Xinyue originally thought that the paper was special. She didn't think that it could be used to make a fan. In her memory, she had seen a roll of paper. She didn't know if she remembered wrongly or something, but she really couldn't find it in one go. If it wasn't for Meng Tianheng's reminder, she really wouldn't have thought of using it.

"It really is a ready-made fan material. I really don't know how to recognize a pearl of wisdom. Looking at such a good material right in front of me, I don't know how to use it. " Su Xinyue didn't think too much about it. Meng Tianheng's reminder helped her solve the predicament in front of her.

She didn't have time to think about it. She took the paper and sat down. She drew the size on the square table. The length was the same as the fan bone, and there was even a hole through the fan bone. Su Xinyue first drew the size and style of the fan bone on the draft. Then, she compared the paper with the paper. After confirming that there was no problem with the size, she started to make the fan bone.

Meng Tianheng turned on the computer and sat in front of the window, focusing on his own work. These days, Su Xinyue had never asked what he was doing, and she had no time to take care of him.

Su Xinyue once again measured the size of the paper and then cut the paper and cotton paper into fans. She flipped through the information again. This time, thanks to her father finding her these old materials, she was able to make a fan and walk step by step until now.

She took out the hexagonal plate from her tools and drew the size and the lining of the fan. Using a clear paint cover as a backup. Looking at the information, the next step was to lay the paper flat on the hexagonal plate. Using a brown broom to brush the specially bought paste on the red paper, and then using 60 grams of glue paper to cut it into strips. He stuck a line on the position of the line on the hexagonal board and covered it with the paste paper. Then he spread the paper on the papyrus. He used a clean brown broom to brush the surface of the fan flat. Finally, the frame of the fan was set up to cool it down to 90% dry. He took off the paper and burned it flat. He held it in the sunflower head and folded it.

Half a day passed. After Su Xinyue hurriedly ate dinner, she took the fan face that was still stuck in the sunflower head and went to three or eight alleys to look for Uncle Liu.

She arrived at the subway station as fast as she could and went straight to the third, seventh, and eighth alleys behind the Wuding Gate. Every time she came to this street, It was the smell of a stable marketplace. Walking on the street like this, It was only then that they felt like they had returned to the bustling city. Every time she came here, she felt like she had returned. It was as if she'd once again walked into the clamorous world of the outside world, and it caused her to feel as if she'd been separated from the world.

She found Uncle Liu's home with familiarity. Uncle Liu and the others were like hermits hiding in the city, silently persisting in their own craftsmanship. For so many years, she had never been moved by worldly affairs. This was the reason why she wanted to find them so badly. Without Uncle Liu and the others, it would be very difficult for her to rely on them.

She had to support the fan industry herself. When she knocked on the door, it was fortunate that Uncle Liu was home.

"Uncle Liu, I finally came to find you. I still need you to help me with the fan noodles. " Su Xinyue took out the sunflower head, took out the completed fan noodles from the sunflower head, and handed it to Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu took the fan face and looked at it. There were faint lines on the fan face. A sense of age assaulted his face. Although it didn't look exquisite enough, it was already very rare for a newbie to do so. "Xiao Yue, You are very talented in making fans, in time, You will also become a famous fan craftsman. The old man indeed has his reasons for choosing you. You really have good judgment. I can't help but admire you. " Uncle Liu smiled and praised.

"He relied on himself to figure it out. To be able to reach this level is already very impressive. " Uncle Liu continued to praise her.

"Uncle Liu, thank you for your encouragement. " Su Xinyue suddenly felt a little embarrassed. She really was a bit too hasty, so she couldn't do it for him.

At this time, Uncle Liu had already taken the fan face and sat in front of his workbench. He carefully looked at the overall style of the fan mask and finally decided to use Zen Mountain and River to draw this fan mask. Uncle Liu picked up a golden brush and dipped it in special ink. He lightly drew a few strokes on the fan, and a picture of a mountain boat appeared in front of him. He then asked, "The Jin Ling folding fan is in your hand, and it is as warm as jade. " The signature, It was the stamp of the Qingcheng Scholar.

After Uncle Liu wrote down the ordinary fan face, it immediately had an elegant beauty. Su Xinyue sincerely praised, "Uncle Liu, you really have the power to turn plain into magical. You, Uncle Liu, and the others are all deeply hidden people. It's really my luck to be able to meet you all. "

"Xiao Yue, it's getting late. Take the fan and go back quickly. You must complete the agreement at the appointed time. You can't let your Uncle Liu find an excuse to decline. I think he actually pushed it whenever he could. After all, compared to back then, it's better to avoid unnecessary trouble. Back then, when he came down from the fan shop, We all have a pension, so our lives are not a problem. It's just that after so many years of cooking, I don't want to give up just like that. That's why we persisted until now, becoming a part of our lives" Uncle Liu advised earnestly.

Su Xinyue's heart warmed. Uncle Liu had told her everything he had said to her. He was really an elder who took care of her at all times.

The sky had not completely darkened yet, but thousands of lights were already lit. The neon lights were flickering with seven colors. The streetlights were like a yellow dragon that stretched into the distance.

Su Xinyue walked on the street where the lights were flashing. In the midst of the dreamy lights and shadows, she calculated in her heart that she would be able to pierce the fan bone into the fan face and complete a folding fan as promised.