Chapter: 670

After waiting for about ten minutes, when the old man was drinking tea, he found two people standing on one side. He laughed dumbfounded, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "How long have you been waiting?"

"We just came here." Zi Yan replied with a light smile.

"Hehehe..." The old man stood up, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. When people get old, they like to remember. Come, sit here."

"It's okay, it's okay." Zhou Fei said repeatedly.

Following the old man to the right, Zi Yan and Zhou Fei sat on the small stools used by the guests, while the old man sat on a higher chair, with his various tools beside him.

"What do you want to do?"

"Can I show you the photos?" Zi Yan asked softly.

"Can."

Zi Yan took out her mobile phone, found the prepared photo, and said: "This, this, and this, the three of us, the background is this mountain."

"How big do you want to make it?"

"It's so big." Zi Yan gestured with her palm, which is about the size of an eight-inch cake.

"Then ten inches."

The old man nodded, took the phone and put it on the shelf, and started to make photos.

The main material of clay sculpture is clay. Seeing the old man kneading the clay slowly into a human being and painting it with color, the lifelike figure appeared in front of his eyes. The whole process made them feel amazing.

It was eleven o'clock after the clay sculpture was finished, and it took a total of more than three hours.

"Okay." After the old man finished, he put it in a box, tied it with a belt and handed it to Zi Yan.

"Thank you, Master Liu." Zi Yan happily took it.

"How much?" Zhou Fei asked while holding her bag.

"Look at it." The old man said with a smile.

He is not short of money, and now making clay sculptures is just a hobby.

"Then..." Zhou Fei was a little confused, not knowing what the market price of this clay sculpture was.

Seeing Zhou Fei's expression, the old man chuckled lightly and said, "Just leave two hundred yuan."

"Two hundred?" Zhou Fei was taken aback for a moment. No matter how ignorant she was of the market, she also knew that such an exquisite clay sculpture must not be worth two hundred yuan. Two hundred, probably can only pinch a brother-in-law's arm, right?

"Feifei, leave all the cash." Suddenly, Zi Yan opened her mouth.

After hearing the words, Zhou Fei took out two wads of banknotes from her bag and put them on the small table.

"Master Liu, the clay sculpture you made is of great significance to me, and it is a work of art, which is not measured by money. I just want to express my gratitude. Thank you, Master Liu, then we will leave." Zi Yan slightly With a smile, he tapped his forehead and led Zhou Fei to turn around and leave.

After seeing this, the old man shook his head slightly.

"It's really beautiful." After leaving the door, Zhou Fei sighed again and again: "That taxi driver is really kind, but Master Liu is so old, his children are no longer around, and he is really lonely without a wife. "

"Maybe..." Zi Yan glanced back at the shop, and said softly: "This is what every old man has to go through."

At this moment, Zi Yan misses her parents a little bit, the last contact seems to be a month ago? The last time we met seemed like a year ago? They also have gray hair.