Chapter 79: Visit the temple's painting sugar people (3/4, for the book friend 1503... Wanjue plus more!)

Murphy’s anecdote is more and more troublesome with the help of the people, but for Yang Lan, he still believes in his own eyes. Murphy has no problem with the Jie Jie, and can be seen from the photos of those "sneak shots".
What's more, Murphy also deliberately explained it to him, and Yang Lan did not pay attention to it.
On the contrary, it is Murphy's own worry, uncomfortable, and very ambitious Yang Lan still happily took her daughter, according to the original plan, went to the temple fair!
In addition to many well-preserved ancient villages in Tingshan District, there are some interesting traditional customs, such as the temple fair in the middle of the month. Yang Lan listens to the neighbors around him. This temple fair is very prosperous and very large!
Whether you are old-aged, old-fashioned, old-fashioned young people, or greedy children, you can find them!
For a long time, Yang Lan also specially asked about the time of the temple fair held this month. Finally, on this day, in the evening, there was no dinner, and Yang Lan started with a donkey!
"Hey, I want to eat a lot of delicious food!" He sat in the car, and he couldn't help but feel excited, and picked it up with her sweet voice like a lark.
"How many delicious? Dad has never been to you, how do you know that there will be a lot of delicious?" Yang Lan teased her, "What if you don't have delicious food?"
Two small hands covered their mouths, and the big eyes were full of surprises. The innocent little guy still thought it was true, and quickly and nervously asked: "Yeah! What can I do? Is it hungry?"
Originally, it was very cute. Now, if you are serious, it will be even more fun!
"Haha, haha!" Yang Lan couldn't help but be amused by her daughter. For safety, he also gently stepped on the clutch to make the speed slower.
"Hey, I want to eat delicious!" The little girl did not follow, and cried.
Yang Lan smiled and said: "Well, there will be a lot of delicious, Dad promises! Never let go hungry!"
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The venue of the temple fair is not on the university town, but on the Chenghuangmiao street at the foot of the Beiting Mountain. Before he arrived, Yang Lan felt the excitement - his car couldn't go in, he could only find a paid parking lot and put it down.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Yang Lan took a small hand and walked over. Because of a little slope, I could see a spacious but already crowded long street. There were many shops on both sides, but more of them were borrowed. There are many street vendors selling street vendors, and many hawkers are pushing cars to sell.
When I walked closer, I felt that this enthusiasm was strong. The signboards on the head were high-hanging and the flags were on display. The crowds around them were surging, and the shoulders were screaming. The ears were selling, screaming, laughing, and noisy. Three points!
"A lot of people!" He was a little nervous. She was obviously the first time she encountered such a complicated environment. She was small and she saw all kinds of legs in her vision. She couldn’t help but raise her head. It is also a strange and terrible adult. She always feels that the crowd that has been tumbling is rushing to the top, and she is very afraid to hold her father's hand.
Suddenly, she felt that her armpit had been taken care of, and then the whole person flew like a cloud, and rode to the father's neck.
"Oh!" He quickly hugged his father's head and was afraid of falling.
This action, she is not the first experience, but every time I just sat up, I was very panicked, and the feeling of slight dizziness was terrible!
"You are covering my dad's eyes." Yang Lan smiled helplessly. He reached out and pulled the clothes of Lahu. Today he wore denim shorts with short-sleeved T-shirts and small vests. Exquisite, of course, sitting on the father's neck is not easy to go out.
After adapting to the sense of height, he was lively. She not only sat high, but also had a wide view, and more importantly, she was holding her father’s head on her father’s neck, and she didn’t have to worry about being crushed. The problem, the safety of the little guy’s heart is rising.
"Good fragrance!" He looked around happily and couldn't help but greet Dad. "Hey, look, there are a lot of delicious... Hey, look, what is this?"
Yang Lan is still very patient, although sometimes he sees the interested calligraphy booths interrupted by his daughter, but Yang Lan still tirelessly acted according to her daughter's instructions.
"This is a sugar-painting person, and the boss is a good craft!" Yang Lan also came to the interest. He did not expect the existence of this old business in this world. Perhaps even if there are differences in history, some livelihoods developed by material needs are Still appear.
"Hey, this little brother has eyesight!" The old man, who had a good business and couldn’t stop, looked up and looked at Yang Lan and Yan, laughing. "I paint the sugar man’s craft, but in Sichuan. Learned, birds, beasts, trees, flowers and fruits, as long as you can tell, I can't paint them!"
"Look good, I want it too!" The little girl saw this grandfather sticking a painted sugar man on a bamboo chopstick, gently scooping it up and handing it to a young man next to her, she said enviously.
"That trouble boss gave me a dragon!" Yang Xiao smiled and said, "She is a dragon."
"To paint that cute little dragon!" added.
The little guy is talking about the kind of cartoon dragon that Dad used to paint for her, Q version. She likes the kind of dragon, very cute, and looks better than the big dragon with the claws.
Yang Xiao smiled. He put the donkey down and said to the old man: "The dragon she wants is not as fierce as our usual New Year painting, the body is shorter, the head is bigger, and then it looks more lovely. ""
Unfortunately, there are no strokes, otherwise Yang Lan can also draw a reference for the other party.
"It doesn't matter, Grandpa will draw one for you, can't you see it? Can't you?" The old man said with a smile.
Hey nodded a little shy.
The old man first licked sugar, and he squatted and introduced: "Drawing sugar people, the real kungfu is not only in painting, this sugar is also very important, the sugar is thick and thin, and all want to draw a sweet person. !"
After all, it is a craftsman who has done most of his life. The old man is very confident in his craft. After picking up the sugar, I saw him sinking down, picking up the syrup with a spoon, using a spoon as a pen, and drawing on the copper plate.
Compared with the calligraphers who write big characters, they don’t want to let them go. The old man’s wrists go to the spoons, sometimes mentioning them, sometimes shaking them, sometimes stopping, and sometimes deep, a small dragon has emerged.
He also looked at his toes and looked curiously. But she didn't dare to breathe, and the piety was as if she was looking at a very fine piece of art, for fear of breaking it with a sigh of relief.
Finally, the old man finished painting, it is indeed a traditional shape of the dragon, but the head is a little bigger, the ankle is shorter, it looks like a different kind of joy!
But I have to say that the craftsmanship of the old man is very good. The texture of the dragon body is clear, and the hair of the corner of the mouth is also portrayed. Slightly shovel up, and the thin hair is still firmly stuck on the dragon.
"Children, do you think that Grandpa painted well?" The old man glued the sugar man with a bamboo stick, and shook it in front of him, and asked with a smile.
"Good-looking!" He looked at it, she said with her father's legs.
"Then do you want it?" asked the old man with a smile.
I am embarrassed to look at my father, but the desire in my eyes is revealed.
Yang Lan smiled and saved money, how can I not?
He also gave a hundred more, as the admiration and support of his opponent's heritage craftsmanship.
However, this little sugar "dragon", in his hand, is not willing to eat all night!