Slowly Falling For Changkong

For the convenience of carrying, Xu Lian specially prepared a small wax melting furnace, and put it into a large backpack with other tools, ready to brush to the sky home.

Today is Thursday. Her store is closed. She stays at home and makes candles. She might as well take it to Xiang Changkong's house to make her face.

Because she had to work early in the sky today, she did not let him wait for herself at home. When she arrived, she took the key and opened the door.

Weng Shuli changed her clothes today, but still sits in her old position and reads a book. Seems to know that Xu Lian is coming. She watched Xu Lian walk in from behind with her back behind her, without revealing a strange look.

Xu Lian put her backpack on the sofa and smiled at her: "Auntie, I'm back again."

Weng Shuli looked at the black backpack she brought, and she seemed a little concerned, but in the end she didn't ask anything, she just looked down and turned a page of the book in her hand.

Xu Lian took a special look, and the book in her hand had been changed. This time, it was Teacher Xingxin's latest book, Secret. Xu Lian sat down in her old position and said to Weng Shuli: "This" Secret "has also been filmed. Feng Jing and Yu Yao are filming."

Weng Shuli was obviously not a fan of Feng Jing and Yu Yao, and was indifferent to what Xu Lian told her. Xu Lian didn't care, she poured herself a glass of water, then walked back to the sofa and laid out the contents of her backpack one by one.

Wax melting furnace, wax melting pot, electronic scale, thermometer, wax block, gypsum, paper cup ... A small coffee table was instantly filled with Xu Lian. Her movement was so big on this side, Weng Shuli finally looked up, stared at the coffee table for a while, and then looked at Xu Lian.

Xu Lianchao smiled and said, "I don't know if I have told you to Changkong. I opened a scented candle shop in Xingguang Park. These are the tools I usually use to make candles."

Weng Shuli looked at her and said nothing. Xu Lian pressed the electronic scale and poured some plaster into a small paper cup. "Relax, I'm very quiet at work, and I won't make you read a book."

Weng Shuli's expression finally loosened, it seemed that she had never seen such a brazen person. She stared at Xu Lian for a while, and found that she really started to concentrate on making candles, and then set her eyes back on the book.

Xu Lian weighed the total amount of plaster and glanced at Weng Shuli before adding water. Weng Shuli wanted to use the trick of "ignoring her" to force her back, and that was too much for her.

Her greatest strength is her ability to withstand loneliness.

As far as she knows, Weng Shuli only ignored her in the last three years, and she had been a woman who knew the family and knew life before she died to her father.

She heard from Xiang Changkong that Weng Shuli was a dancer of the troupe when she was young. His father fell in love with his mother at first sight during a performance. Weng Shuli looks good and dances well. When she was young, there were many young men chasing her, but only to her father.

After marriage, although she devoted her energy to taking care of the two brothers and sisters, Xiang Changkong and Xiang Nuan, the dance did not end. She will go to square dance with her sister, and participate in regular dance competitions with the dance team. In her spare time, she will teach others to dance.

Xu Lian is different from her. She has been with herself for twenty-four years. No one knew better than her how to stay alone.

If today Weng Shuli was very enthusiastic to talk to her, she might have to retreat first, but she chose to ignore her.

In this silent tug-of-war, Xu Lian felt that he had a winning chance.

Adjust the plaster to the most suitable consistency, and Xu Lian dipped the black liquid pigment with a toothpick. The toothpick stained with paint touched in the gypsum solution, and the black paint was smudged out, as if sketching a pair of ink paintings.

Xu Lian turned the paper cup, let the pigment dye a satisfactory pattern, and poured the plaster solution into the mold. While waiting for the gypsum solution to solidify, she poured the weighed soy wax into the wax melting pot and put it on a preheated wax melting furnace.

Like magic, she didn't make much noise, but still attracted Weng Shuli's attention. After discovering that Weng Shuli was looking at herself, she did not show uneasiness, but just waited until the wax liquid dropped to a proper temperature, and then poured it into the newly released plaster container.

I inserted a wax wick and fixed it with a clip. Xu Lian swung it in, and asked Weng Shuli, "Does it look good? This basic candle is sold very well in our shop and its fragrance is also very good. It smells good. "

She only brought two fragrances here today, both of which are the most popular flavors in the store, as well as female customers asking her about the same perfume.

There was a faint aroma fragrance in the air. Xu Lian re-weighed some plaster and asked Weng Shuli: "Auntie, why don't you learn to make candles with me? Instead of boring at home, why not spend time with a craft?

Weng Shuli glanced at her and lowered her head to read the book.

Xu Lian stayed at Xiang Changkong's house until the afternoon, made a bunch of scented candles, and wrapped a lot of honeycomb wax. When she left, she only put the candles she made into her backpack. She did not take away the tools she used to make the candles, but packed them in a large paper bag and put them in the long sky room.

Anyway, I always come here in the future, so I just put it here to avoid taking it every time.

Out of Xiang Chang's room, Weng Shuli was still in her room. Xu Lian stepped up, knocked on the door of her room, and stood outside and said, "Auntie, I'll go back first, and see you next time."

Weng Shuli didn't answer, Xu Lian didn't wait for her to answer, and left with her backpack.

When Xiang Changkong returned at night, he saw that there was an extra paper bag under his desk, which contained Xu Lian's tools. He smiled, put the paper bag back, and found that there was a candle on the table.

Compared with many fancy styles in Xu Lian's shop, this candle can be called simple. It is a basic candle with an additional container for candles outside. The container is also very simple. He touched it, it was made of plaster, a hexagonal container with black paint randomly swollen, like a splash of ink landscape painting.

He found a box of matches and lit the candle, the faint candlelight exuding warmth. He turned off the lights in the room, only turned on the small table lamp, adjusted the angle of the light, took a picture of the candle, and sent it to Xu Lian.

Xiang Changkong: Thank you for the candle, it looks good [Image]

Xu Lian: Did you take it with your phone?

Xiang Changkong: Yes, what's wrong?

Xu Lian: It's not bad to shoot, I will look for you in the future [laughs]

Xiang Changkong: I can't do it [cover face]

Xu Lian: Isn't it impossible for a man to say no?

Xiang Changkong: "..."

Suddenly driving ...

Xu Lian: By the way, I have made a few more dishes myself recently, and I feel that I have improved a lot. I will cook for you next time.

It took a long time to scald the long hollow, and it took me a long time to reply with the word "good".

Every time I go to Xu Lian's house, it's not as simple as eating ...

Xu Lian: good night

Xiang Changkong: Good night, rest early

They said good night to each other, and Wei Yichen was at the peak of business.

Wei Yichen was playing billiards with A Mao in the room. A waiter ran in a little panic and said to them, "Chen Brother, Mao Mao, there are two guests outside, it seems something is wrong."

Wei Yichen put down his club, looked up at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I and I don't know. It seems to be drinking too much, but it looks a bit different." The waiter recalled the appearance of the two guests and thought it was not easy. The diners in the bar have not been met before, but they haven't met so much, and they are suddenly hi.

"Go and see." Wei Yichen called on A Mao and walked out.

The two people said by the waiter were a man and a woman, who looked a little bland and should not come here often. They were jumping right in the middle of the dance floor, their clothes were almost stripped off, and the men and women who were watching the bustling around whistled and applauded again.

Wei Yichen led A Mao out of the crowd and walked over, picking up their clothes still on the ground, trying to take them away from the dance floor. The two jumped up, and when someone came to pull them, they opened them: "What are you doing, don't pull me!"

Wei Yichen winked with A Mao, and forcibly pulled away with a few brothers. The two scolded and struggled along the way, causing a lot of customers in the shop to watch.

But after they were pulled away, this episode was quickly forgotten by those who came to drink. The stage has changed songs, and everyone continued to drink and dance.

In the lounge, Wei Yichen threw a small plastic bag in front of A Mao, and looked at him very badly. A Mao was stared at his spine, and looked down at the thing he threw. The whole person was also bad: "Brother Chen, where is this thing ..."

Wei Yichen sneered: "The two fell out of their clothes."

A Mao quickly knelt on the ground to him: "Brother Chen, this is definitely not something in our shop! Those things you don't let touch, you give us ten guts, and we dare not touch them!"

Wei Yichen pursed his lips and sat on the sofa aside. A Mao has been with him for a long time, he still understands his character. If it's not something in their store, it's the two who brought it from somewhere else.

The first day he came to open a bar in Qingnan Lane, he knew the rules that Qingnan Lane should have. This is ... Someone is testing on the edge of violation?

"The two people check to see which shop they are regular customers."

"Understand." A Mao responded and glanced at the small plastic bag again. "Then ... what about this stuff?"

Wei Yichen said, "Throw it in the toilet, wash it away, and those two people. You are not allowed to enter our shop again."

Ah Mao nodded and said, "I'll do it."