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Leng Feng did not finish his sentence, he subconsciously wanted to say, then why do you draw so well?

That deer, Leng Feng was lying on the bed at night, and the blue deer he saw in the afternoon appeared in his mind again, the eyes were the eyes of a deer, the head was the head of a deer, and the horns were the horns of a deer. A deer looks like a man.

It is because of the eyes, the deer’s eyes are always innocent and pure, while the deer painted by Bie Dong is sad and calm, like a god, standing on the top of the snow mountain, overlooking the earth.

Leng Feng didn't understand why Bie Dong could draw such a vivid feeling with just a few swipes of his finger. The deer was extremely rough, but it made Leng Feng unforgettable after seeing it. It was even a pity that the painting was destroyed in the end.

But he remembered it in his heart.

The next day's activities were not outdoors, and the children all came to Lengfeng's studio to play with mud.

This is a project that Lan Xueqing lobbied with Leng Feng for a long time before he agreed to it. I also know how a person like Leng Feng can tolerate more than [-] uncontrolled children coming from the studio and playing in the mud. How messy does it have to be?

But for some reason, he agreed in the end, and prepared soft clay suitable for the group of children.

Bie Dong went back to Leng Feng's studio for the first time, feeling like he had gone to the enemy's house to step on the territory.

This area is on the edge of Lijin Town. It used to be a winery. Later, the old factory closed down and was converted into a creative park by the government. Many people rented it to make studios, shops, and hotels. There are also such old factories here, many of them, but no one cares about them. It is not as vibrant as here. There are more and more tourists coming here for work, shopping, and leisure. It is not like a place far away in the valley. The place a town should be.

Lijin is very small and very remote. It is located at the foot of the mountain and by the sea, but it has taken in many people who can’t find a sense of belonging in other places. The strangers in the city regard it as their hometown. Don’t think about the day when you first came here. , The stranger who carpooled with him said to him, these days he gradually felt that this is indeed the case here.

Jiang Yuan, Leng Feng, Gu Erzang, and the people who set up stalls on Suiyuan Road, the people who shuttle around in this park, are all eager to make a living here, don't think that you are also a part of them .

Barely counted as having some sense of belonging.

Bie Dong pretended not to be interested in Leng Feng's private space, his face was cold, but he secretly looked at it curiously, the space was very large, but there was nothing obvious at first glance, there were two workbenches, one large and one small next to each other, on the first floor, There are a few sets of sofas scattered, and a large sandbag is hung in the corner. Beyond that is the kitchen and bathroom. There is a wrought iron staircase winding upwards. There is only a small piece on the second floor, which is separated by a black curtain, so you can’t see inside. Don't guess that it is the place where Leng Feng sleeps.

A "home" that can be seen at a glance, Bie Dong actually wanted to see if there were any works he had made here in Lengfeng, the legendary work that could sell for hundreds of thousands, but unfortunately, he didn't see it. All I saw was a propped up easel in a dark corner behind the sandbag, covered by a piece of cloth.

Leng Feng moved all the prepared soft clay to the big workbench, where the children could just stand in a circle, Leng Feng showed them how to play with this kind of soft clay, and the clay was kneaded in his hand After a few strokes, a little duck came out. The children were really attracted and stared blankly at his hand. Leng Feng continued to pinch another little pig, and some children began to dig a ball by themselves with great interest. The clay began to knead itself.

Lan Xueqing gave them guidance at the right time, "Come on, let's think about what cartoons we usually watch? Do you watch Peppa Pig? Do you watch Pleasant Goat? Then let's make a Peppa and a beautiful sheep today." How are the sheep?"

As long as there is something that catches their attention, this group of children will immediately become very involved, whether it is painting, making pottery, or crying, it is the same for them.

Seeing them quietly pinching the soft clay in their hands, Lan Xueqing and Bie Dong finally felt relieved.

Leng Feng was still making all kinds of fun things for different children, Bie Dong didn't realize that he had been staring at him for a long time, "Those hands have magic power", Bie Dong suddenly remembered what Jiang Yuan said The words popped out of his mind at this moment, and his heart skipped a beat, it was true.

Compared to seeing Leng Feng casually drawing pictures on the cloth yesterday, today Leng Feng casually kneads pottery for children, it is more like he has entered a field where he can handle things with ease. Little ducks, pigs, dogs, and tortoises are all lifelike. Bie Dong doesn't know how he did it. The clay takes shape naturally in his hands, and it can be whatever Leng Feng wants it to be.

These hands are not only capable of fighting, but also make a bunch of little ducks, pigs, dogs, and turtles, which are not like things he can pinch, coupled with such a tall and mighty figure, and the indifferent iceberg that has never changed for thousands of years There was a strong contrast in the face, and Bie Dong even felt a little cute.

As soon as these two words came out, Bie Dong himself was taken aback. He actually used the word cute to describe Leng Feng in his heart, maybe he was crazy?

Finally tearing his eyes away from Leng Feng, the slight beating in his heart took a while to calm down.

Bie Dong couldn't help himself wanting to get started, he seemed to recall a long time ago, when his father was still alive, there was a short gap between hunting and working, and the father and son liked to get together to make some useless gadgets.

Everyone seemed to like today's activity, even Lan Xueqing and Renai's two teachers got involved and played together with the children.

Bie Dong dug a piece of mud and pinched a pine cone that can be seen everywhere in the forest. It was small and ugly.

He thought it was ugly, smiled awkwardly, threw it aside, and hid it among a bunch of strange-looking little turtles made of little chestnuts, but Leng Feng walked over somehow and said to him: "You can use this. "

Leng Feng threw him a ball of mud, which was different from the ones in the children's hands, and he didn't say what kind of mud it was, he just said that you use this, don't worry about it. Sticky, still tough, but easier to shape.

He wanted to be a squirrel, the kind he made when he was a child, the mud formed a prototype in his hand, Bie Dong felt that his fingers were not good enough, if there was a knife... Just as he was thinking, the knife was handed over from the side Come here, Bie Dong was taken aback, looked up and saw Leng Feng again, the tools he took from the small workbench behind him.

Bie Dong turned his head and saw that half of the workbench that was originally covered was now uncovered with a corner, revealing a row of neat and precise tools and various knives.

Bie Dong's eyes lit up, he only took a glance, and he knew it was a good knife, just like the one he was holding in his hand at the moment.

The carving knife is small, just right for the unformed little squirrel in his hand. Bie Dong didn't care that the cold-faced man next to him was standing so close to him, and started to work on his own. He hasn't done it for a long time. These are useless gadgets, but only relying on the familiar feel of knives, they were quickly carved out.

Just like the deer he painted, they are all animals in his heart. They don’t look realistic and their proportions are out of balance. The squirrel’s tail is extremely fluffy, as if its small body drags a cloud. Don’t carve it very carefully. It can even be called simple, but there is a kind of indescribable agility in it. Compared with the deer painted earlier, it can be seen that it is something he made.

It has its own style.

The second time Leng Feng saw Bie Dong doing this, he felt more surprised, but he still couldn't see anything on his face.

Bie Dong finished it, but he was not satisfied. In the end, it was just a passing interest and he wanted to miss it. He didn't feel that he was making a so-called "work". I went to the pile of weird things made by the children, and then went to wash my hands.

But Leng Feng quietly took the squirrel out and put it under the cover of the working table behind it.

In such a short moment, one left to wash his hands and the other turned around to put things away. The carving knife left on the table was suddenly grabbed by a child, and then he suddenly poked at the elephant made by another child, suddenly excited, While poking and yelling manically, the kid who pinched the elephant was stunned on the spot, watching the elephant shatter into a pool of mud, and then the scene of yesterday was repeated, screaming and crying, and then driving the whole room scream.

Leng Feng quickly snatched the carving knife from the child, and he broke out in a cold sweat. What if the child stabbed someone with the knife out of control?Then he thought that he handed the knife to Bie Dong, in the final analysis it was his own responsibility, knowing that such a room full of children who were out of control, he still put such a dangerous thing in front of them.

The person who has always been calm and rational will also curse himself in his heart, shit, he can become whoever he is next to, and he has no brains.

Yesterday, the room was full of little Smurfs when they cried, and today, the room was full of little clay figurines. The last few adults coaxed and coaxed them, and they all felt headaches and wanted to laugh.

After all the fuss of the day was over and the children were sent to the bus, a few people had a small meeting in Lengfeng's studio. The benevolent teacher made a temporary decision, and the hiking and camping activities in the next two days were originally scheduled Cancellation, let the children rest, the entire itinerary is reduced, and only the last two days are kept, and the nearby valleys are painted and sketched to reduce the chance of mistakes.

Even if there was a little trouble in the past two days, the benevolent teacher still thinks that this kind of activity is very good. The children's acceptance of new things and adaptability to unfamiliar environments are very good, and the activity can be regarded as fruitful.

After the meeting, Bie Dong was about to go back to the inn. When he went out, his eyes glanced at the big workbench, but he found that the ugly squirrel he made was gone. He paused, and wanted to ask if Leng Feng threw it away for him. I also felt that this person hated me so much, so I probably just threw it away, and it would be self-defeating to ask, so forget it.