near and far

This year's Chinese New Year is short, and school starts before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, so Le Mingxin can only sigh and go back to work.On the first day of school, Kang Xiaoqin was as happy as a little magpie, Le Mingxin was entrusted by Kang Chen to send the little girl home, and secretly stuffed her with a red envelope for the Chinese New Year.

Kang Xiaoqin happily told him that she would go on a spring outing in a while.

Le Ming knew about the spring outing, but because he didn't lead a team, he didn't care much about where to go, so he asked casually, and Kang Xiaoqin replied, "Go squeeze the mud!"

He was taken aback when he heard that: "Squeeze the mud?"

"Father said it was just making mud," Kang Xiaoqin said, and took out the spring outing notice from the drawer of the small desk to show Le Mingxin, "Teacher Le, look at it."

Le Mingxin took it over and took a look. It was to organize children to do pottery, which is no longer called a spring outing, but a research trip, a comprehensive practice.He suddenly remembered that Kang Chen had told him that He Chengan had opened a pottery studio, and his heart moved, before he could ask, Kang Xiaoqin said it like a bean.

"I've been here before, that's Uncle He's place. I pinched a puppy last time, and I'll show you."

Aunt Hong, the nanny, won't be back until tomorrow, so Kang Chen asks Le Mingxin to take her home, and Shao Zhihe will come and cook for her later.There was no one at home, and Kang Xiaoqin was the master. She ran in and out like a gust of wind, and showed Le Mingxin a ceramic puppy.Le Mingxin almost didn't laugh out loud when he saw it, he looked like a pig instead of a puppy, his eyes, nose and ears could only be vaguely discerned, although the pinching was not good, but the coloring was very serious, and he even drew the dog carefully Hairy texture.

Le Ming held back her laughter, and praised her earnestly: "Wow, that's a really good pinch."

Kang Xiaoqin only gave him a look, then graciously let him touch it, then retracted it, proudly puffing out her chest, "Uncle He helped me paint it."

On the day of the spring outing, Le Mingxin drove there with Kang Xiaoqin and his team.

He Cheng'an's pottery studio is located in the creative park in the suburbs. The large and small gallery cafes inside have uniformly made the outer walls like red bricks, and creepers are crawling on them densely. It looks very literary and artistic. fresh.The studio is at the innermost part of the Creative Park. There are three small buildings surrounded by white wrought iron railings. Rose flowers are planted in the yard, and the pink-yellow roses with large bowl mouths bloom layer upon layer.

The little doudings lined up chattered, and the teacher who led the team reminded them to walk carefully, not to step on the lawn, and not to touch the flowers.Le Mingxin packed lightly, with a hoodie and jeans under the coat, a sports bag straddled diagonally, and followed at the back with the pockets inserted.

The building outside the three small buildings is the largest. Once the glass door is opened, the children file in. When you go upstairs, you will find an open space on the whole floor, filled with small tables and chairs, and the wooden shelves next to it are filled with colorful pottery. The works seem to be made by children, full of childlike fun.

Leading them away was a petite girl with long straight black hair, wearing a white sweater dress, and a sweet smile.

Kang Xiaoqin called her quietly: "Sister Xiaolin."

She didn't dare to yell loudly, and she just didn't know Yu Xiaolin. Kang Chen taught her at home not to be special, but to behave with other children, study and practice honestly, and she didn't dare to behave in a friendly manner at school. Le Ming is too familiar with her and is very obedient.

Yu Xiaolin blinked at her, and hooked her face with her little finger.

Each child shared a piece of clay, and Yu Xiaolin demonstrated how to knead it on it and projected it on the big screen. She pinched a rabbit three or two times, and used a thin bamboo stick to make out the eyes and three petals. Mouth, the children were taken aback when they saw it.The students were pinching all kinds of things on their own. The staff came over and patted Le Mingxin, who was watching with great interest, and told him that the teacher could also be a Taoist.

Le Mingxin followed him, and found that the teacher could not only knead, but also try to make pottery on the casting machine.He hadn't tried it, so he picked a casting machine curiously and sat down beside it.The staff briefly explained the essentials to him, picked out a piece of clay for him, soaked it in water, threw it on the casting machine and fixed it, and started the machine for him.

Because there were so many people today, and the staff couldn't guide one by one, Le Mingxin had to do it by himself.He wet his hands and tentatively touched the clay fixed on the high-speed spinning drawing machine. It was wet, sticky and cold, and it was much more difficult than expected. The force was difficult to control. The demonstrator pulled it out quickly He fiddled with the prototype of the vase, but the clay was still turning limply, and his hands were covered with mud.

He wasn't discouraged, he was just playing a new game, he worked patiently and carefully, and managed to make a crooked shape, not like a vase, but like a crooked drunk.Le Mingxin was so happy with himself, and when he started to do it again, his hand shook, the vase was like a deflated balloon, deflated, and turned back into a lump of shapeless mud, and threw a bunch of mud ideas at him. White hoodie with front closure.

"Ugh."

Someone sighed behind him, Le Mingxin turned to look, and found that He Chengan was standing behind him, wearing a rather formal gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a neat forearm, and a muddy shirt on the outside. The idea is a pottery apron whose original color cannot be seen, and several tools of different sizes are inserted in the upper pocket.

He seemed to be a little darker, his hair was a little longer, and it was tied into a small knot at the back of his head, and the rest that couldn't be tied up was scattered casually.

Le Ming turned back to look at his lump of clay that couldn't stand up, and smiled embarrassedly: "It doesn't seem to work."

He Chengan rolled up his sleeves again, and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Le Mingxin said: "I want to make a small vase."

He Cheng'an rolled up his sleeves, saw that Le Mingxin was still sitting still, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Aren't you going to move?"

It was only then that Le Mingxin realized that He Chengan wanted to help, so he hurriedly stood up to get out of the way, washed his hands, pulled another small bench, and sat beside him.

He Chengan turned off the casting machine, cleared away the shapeless mud, took another piece of clay, and started the machine.In Le Mingxin's hands, Tao Ni is a disobedient child, a crooked drunk, but in He Chengan's hands, he is as obedient as a kitten, and when he folds his hands together and strokes upwards, the bottle stands up.

Moreover, his hands are beautiful, moving on the smooth surface of the clay, the ten fingers are slender and strong, covered with clay, but they are still beautiful, it reminds Le Ming of the day when his fingers were put in and out of his body for no reason.

"You want to open the mouth or narrow the mouth." He Chengan looked at the clay under his hands, his brows were lowered, and he seemed extremely focused.

Le Mingxin cleared his throat and said, "Narrow mouth."

He Cheng'an moved closer, holding the bottle mouth with the tiger's mouth, and repaired it a little bit. Le Mingxin saw that he did it very meticulously, so he was embarrassed to think about it, so he moved closer to have a look. The heads are very close together.

"Okay." He Chengan said in a low voice.

Le Mingxin turned to look at him subconsciously, he was only a little away from He Chengan's profile, and he could meet him just a little forward.He Chengan also turned his head, and the two looked at each other.For a moment, the "buzzing" sound of the spinning machine and the students' frolic sound became the background sound, and Le Mingxin heard the sound of his heart beating.