After dressing as a cat, I locked up with the actor

The old man's son did not agree at first, no matter how much Feng Qiran persuaded him, he refused to agree, but in the end he couldn't, Feng Qiran had to use his trump card - video call.

It turned out that the other party happened to be a fan of Feng Qiran, so the other party was very happy that he didn't even plan to charge the rent. He only needed to pay for materials and water and electricity. However, he also made a small request, hoping that he could meet Feng Qi when he came back. Take photos and get autographs.

Of course, Feng Qiran didn't tell anyone about these things. After he went downstairs, he took Rong Yi to a machine and said, "Since people agree, let's start working quickly. By the way, take this and help me Get some water outside."

When he came, he saw a faucet outside the workshop, so Rong Yi went outside with a small bucket, and came back with most of the bucket of water.

Same as last time when he was burning firewood, Rong Yi moved a small stool and sat next to Feng Qiran, watching him make ceramics.

Feng Qiran cut a small piece of mud from the side, and slapped it on the turntable of the drawing machine, and then stepped on the pedal speed controller below, and the turntable started to rotate at a constant speed.He moistened his hands with the water in the bucket, then covered the mud with his hands, and pushed hard, the mud that was originally in a messy shape was firmly covered on the turntable in a circular frustum shape.Then slowly pull up the round table-shaped piece of mud, then press it down, pull it up, press it down, and after looking back a few times, the mud block is firmly pressed against the center of the turntable.

Rong Yi was dumbfounded when he saw this: What happened, why did this thing suddenly change its appearance? ? ?

Next, Feng Qiran moistened his hands again, and used his thumb to make a nest in the middle of the mud, and then slowly pulled it out with the thumb and index finger of both hands, and then pulled it up, with a height of about [-] centimeters. At that time, the upper end is tightened with the tiger's mouth, and then the shape is finely adjusted, and finally it is removed from the drawing machine, and a vase is completed.

Rong Yi looked at his watch, it seemed that it took Feng Qiran less than 10 minutes to finish this thing.

Feng Qiran handed the freshly drawn blank to Rong Yi's hands, and Rong Yi carefully held it up by holding the bottom of the vase, observed it carefully, and then put it on the small wooden table aside.

"How long have you been learning this?" Rong Yi asked.

"Hmm... about half a year." Feng Qiran cut another piece of mud, and talked to Rong Yi while casting.

"Half a year?" Rong Yi was very surprised. As far as he knew, Feng Qiran had only been around ten years since his debut, yet he actually used this half a year to learn a manual job that had nothing to do with his profession?He suddenly thought that this was filming, and his tone seemed a little too fussy, so he slowed down his tone and asked, "Has Mr. Feng been learning pottery for the past six months?"

"No, I'll learn woodcarving and carpentry when I'm free."

"Didn't you shoot a movie or TV show?"

"No."

"Why? Will not accept work for such a long period of time."

Feng Qiran thought for a while, and replied: "Because I only regard acting as a hobby, not a job. I chose to be an actor at the beginning, purely because I wanted to act, I wanted to choose a favorite script, and play a favorite role. When I come across a script and character I like, even if the pay is not high, I will spend a lot of time and energy shaping him for that character; if it is a script I don’t like, I won’t accept it even if the pay is high.”

"So, I didn't take the job in those six months, was it because I really liked that character, and I just didn't have a favorite script?"

"Yes." After saying this, Feng Qiran made another vase with a different shape from the previous one, and handed it to Rong Yi.

Rong Yi's heart is in a mess. As a person who has worked his way up from the bottom of the entertainment circle, he has a different experience from Feng Qiran.At that time, in order to create popularity and make money, I also held free small concerts on the street. Even if it rained heavily that day and no one was watching, I would sing some unknown songs that I didn’t like at all, even if the song was ridiculed by others later. for a long time.

Unlike Feng Qiran, Rong Yi can choose what he likes to do at will, so he doesn't quite understand Feng Qiran, and he also envies Feng Qiran very much.Why doesn't he regard idols as hobbies, even ideals?It's a pity that reality will never allow him to have smooth sailing.

Rong Yi took the vase and put it on the wooden table without looking at it carefully, and asked, "But if you don't accept work for half a year, don't you have to worry about livelihood?"

"No need, I'm not short of money." Feng Qiran didn't mean to show off when he said this, his tone was basically similar to 'I ate hot pot tonight'.

Rong Yi: "..." No wonder...

"And if you only act in the scripts you like, you can free up a lot of time to learn some new skills." Feng Qiran first took a bamboo knife to scrape off the remaining mud on the turntable, then washed his hands in a bucket, and put them aside Wipe it dry with a cloth, got up and walked behind Rong Yi, and said, "Come and try to make one."

"Me?" Rong Yi was in a daze, he was not good at manual work since he was a child, and he only read it twice now, how could he learn it.

"Yes, try it first, it's your first time learning, you can pull a relatively simple bowl."

"This, this, okay." At this moment, there is no way for Feng Qiran to say such a thing again, so Rong Yi sat where Feng Qiran had just sat, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at the person at his feet. There was a huge piece of mud, and I didn't know where to start for a while, so I turned around and asked Feng Qiran, "What should I do first?"

"Cut a piece of mud with a mud cutting line. It's the first time you do it. Don't cut too much."

Cut the mud line?

Rong Yi saw a wire with small wooden sticks lying on both sides lying beside his feet, and thought it was it, so he picked it up and cut a piece of mud off.

Following Feng Qiran's example, Rong Yi slapped the piece of mud on the turntable, moistened his hands with water, and then looked at Feng Qiran: "And then?"

"Press one hand on the top of the mud block, don't press it too tightly, push the mud forward with the other hand, step on the governor below, and step on it lightly."

Rong Yi nodded, lightly stepped on the governor below, and the turntable rotated at a moderate speed, and then he did as Feng Qiran said, pressing one hand on top of the mud block, and the other hand toward the Push the mud forward, hard.

With a snap, the mud clod slipped and flew off the turntable into the shell.

Rong Yi: "..."

Feng Qiran: "It's okay, try a few more times, this time when putting the mud on the top, press it down first."

Rong Yi did it again as Feng Qiran said, and this time he didn't slip, but he couldn't push the mud into a round table like Feng Qiran did, and the mud absorbs water, and the water on his hand is very Quickly gets sucked up and becomes dry and hard to push mud.So Rong Yi would moisten his hands once in a while, and then push.

After trying for more than 20 minutes, Rong Yi finally returned the mud block into a round table shape, and stood right in the center of the turntable. Rong Yi's mood suddenly seemed to be a super difficult math problem, and his face was full of excitement. Looking at Feng Qiran, his face was full of praise.

Feng Qiran looked at the wet lump of mud on the turntable, and said, "There's too much moisture, it can't be rolled, you have to change a piece of mud and push it again."

Rong Yi: "..." I $C$%Ydqw&$NI%&*^sfhs&

So Rong Yi threw away the previous mud again, replaced it with a piece of mud, and did it again according to the previous method. This time he learned his lesson and didn't get so much water, and with the previous experience, the speed was much faster.

After pushing the mud to the center, Rong Yi turned his head to look at Feng Qiran, and asked, "And then."

"Open a nest."

"Open a nest?"

"Just put your thumb on it, press down, don't press too deeply."

Rong Yi nodded, and made a nest on the mud block as Feng Qiran said. This step was much simpler than before, and it was completed in one go.

"And then what?"

"Dip some water and pull it out."

So Rong Yi moistened his hands again, and then...it won't work.

He looked at Feng Qiran with some embarrassment: "Can you...can you teach me again?"

Feng Qiran thought about it for a while, and felt that it would be too embarrassing for Rong Yi to learn from him after only demonstrating twice, so he said, "Okay."

Rong Yi heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Feng Qiran was going to demonstrate to himself again, and was about to get up to give up his seat to Feng Qiran, but saw that Feng Qiran had already walked behind him and bent down.

Before Rong Yi could react, he felt Feng Qiran's chest pressed against his back, and the other's palm was on the back of his hand.

Hug!Hug!hand!hand!

Rong Yi's heart beat suddenly like a drum, strong and fast, if Feng Qiran sat beside him now, he would definitely see Rong Yi's face as red as a ripe tomato.

Obviously, they have kissed on the face before, but it seems that this is the first time that such a close contact has been made.

Feng Qiran didn't notice Rong Yi's embarrassment, he grabbed Rong Yi's hand, and led him step by step to expand and raise the hollow in the middle of the mud, and finally formed a bowl shape.

How did the shape of the mud change, he didn't pay attention at all, Rong Yi's whole body was attracted by the man behind him, the temperature of the man's palm, the heat of his exhalation, and the touch of his back all attracted him.

"Okay, that's about it." After making it, Feng Qiran got up naturally, and returned to the small stool beside him, leaving Rong Yi to stare at the bowl on the turntable, wandering away.

"Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong?" Seeing that Rong Yi's complexion was a little red, and he was staring at the bowl in a daze, Feng Qiran poked him.

Unexpectedly, just such a light poke would provoke a huge reaction from Rong Yi. With a shake of his body, the palm of his hand moved in unconsciously, and the bowl just now collapsed in an instant.

Seeing the bowl that was finished after a long time being destroyed like this, Rong Yi was so excited that he couldn't utter a complete sentence: "This, this, this, this..."

Seeing his panicked face, Feng Qiran hurriedly comforted him: "Don't panic, just do one more."

There was no other way but to do it again, Rong Yi followed Feng Qiran's instruction and did it again, but he couldn't do it anyway, and after finally making it, the shape was messed up, and he couldn't sell it at first glance.

"It's not good to go on like this." Feng Qiran looked at the pile of crooked bowls made by Rong Yi, and said, "Throwing is not something that can be done quickly, and we don't have much time, how about it?" , I will make it, and you will do the glaze."