Did Mr. Xu Confess Today?

   Chapter 419

  We are in a tunnel, one end is the twilight of ancient civilized dogmatism, and the other end is the dawn of participation in the dialogue of universal civilizations.

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  PaulRicoeur

  She didn’t know how many perfumes of bone essence were, but why did Mr. Ali pull the chair over?

   "Big brother, what are you doing? Can you let me draw a good picture? You can go to the dragon boat race. You will definitely win."

  The little girl has started to play tricks again.

   "Money, no one can't live with money, quadruple! I will draw details next to you, you hurry up to draw the line structure, and work quickly, don't let others **** such a good job."

   "Are you helping or supervising?"

   "Stop talking nonsense! I have finished drawing a bathroom in a while."

   "Why don't you return the design draft to you, okay? I don't like to think about the troubles of his house. Drawing pictures of his house is easy to get angry."

   "No, no, no, you have conceived the copywriting. Hurry up and take advantage of the Muse's arrival, and draw it!"

  It is a good thing for Mr. Ali to want to work, a great thing. Being able to supervise himself explained that he had also passed the hurdle.

  Luo Xin seems to continue to conceive the teahouse, settle the text of the copy, and then start editing.

  Music is the customer, and Ai Seng’s is the boss.

   Grind and carve white jade and weave red yarn.

  铫 fried yellow stamen color, the bowl turns Quchenhua.

  Every color is beautiful.

  Since the support of his soul is Lu Yu, in addition to the tea culture, he starts with his preferences. People are not afraid of hobbies, they are afraid that they have no hobbies, mourning is greater than death, loving nothing, and being strong without desire, there is no way to start. Okay, Luo Xin seems to have begun to sigh again.

   "Brother, I removed the partitions in your private rooms, and the low walls were also killed."

   "Is it normal that there are many private rooms in the tea house?"

  "Have you played a script kill that young people like?"

  Mr. Ali shook his head. He had heard that it is said that a good script cost tens of thousands of dollars. Mr. Ali can only lament that the children nowadays have money and ideas.

  "You won’t decorate this place as a script, do you? Are you using his story as a script?"

   "Hey, good idea, let me learn from it."

"real or fake?"

"you guess!"

  Each design has Party A’s emotional appeal. It’s not really putting his story in, just letting him substitute emotion. The Luo Xin-like composition is roughly as follows:

  She changed all the private room structure, originally the first floor plus the second floor, about more than 200 square meters of space.

The first floor is designed as an open structure, or separated by sofas, or separated by decorative utensils. The rustic and fresh design is in line with the aesthetics and values ​​of young people. It is retro and elegant, and gives full play to the spirit of craftsmanship. The entire first floor Divided into four main areas:

  The first area is the cashier counter. This area is made small and makes full use of the original pillars and stairs. To put it bluntly, it dilutes the functional attributes of the cashier counter and highlights other soft decoration spaces.

The second partition is the two sides of the entrance. On both sides are two tea drinking areas. The windows are retro and can be lighted. The left side is decorated in natural wood. The original wooden table and chairs are placed on the table. The sofa is used as a partition. It has become the feeling of a family living room. The color of the sofa is red woven yarn, all using the color of copywriting: white jade milled, red woven yarn, choshi fried yellow.

  Boss Lu insisted on setting up his antique calligraphy and painting. Luo Xin seemed to take the most expensive one and put it on the desk to make sure that the camera angle was the best.

  As with other tables and chairs, there is another partition on the right, and the color matching is still based on the copy color. Paired with dried flowers and hay, the decoration is retro and rustic, mixing and matching the green ant culture wine and the small red clay stove, which is visual.

   To put it bluntly, it means that the Internet celebrity punches in and takes photos.

Luo Xin seems to have demolished all the private rooms on the first floor, but the function of the private rooms on the second floor has not changed. Some guests who want to come to the teahouse to have a tea and talk about things can go to the second floor. Of course, the price is also on the same level. Each private room has a different style. Divided into:

  Lu Yufang, Mu Shike, loves the monk’s house, accompanies the bright moon, and faces the sunrise.

Among them, Lu Yufang was painted by Luo Xinsi with great care. In addition to the tea scriptures, Luo Xinsi placed the Q version of Lu Yu and various Q version of the tea ceremony ornaments. In addition to the historical atmosphere of the antique calligraphy and painting tea scripture itself, it adds The saturation of the chat and the warm atmosphere, the chemical reaction of the time-space dialogue between the stern antique calligraphy and the Q version of the artifacts, the strong sense of contrast makes the whole room a lot more interesting.

Mu Shike put all the copying poems of Mr. Lu in, and put the Four Treasures of the Study. Luo Xin seems to have seen Boss Lu’s office. The Four Treasures of the Study should be a big price. Putting them in the Mu Shike can satisfy his vanity. The heart can also cultivate sentiment, and if the guest likes it, he can also use his pen to practice calligraphy. After all, this object is not insulted.

  Love the monk’s house is the previous Buddhist house. In addition to the Buddha, the tea table also looks like a young monk chanting. Luo Xinsi’s favorite is the incense burner. The back-flowing incense is placed, and there is always a hint of Zen in his heart. But there are only two kinds of tea for monk lovers: the "Shuiyue Tea" collected by the mountain monks of the Dongting Shanshuiyueyuan in Jiangsu, which is now known as "Biluochun". The other is "Tieguanyin" in Anxi, Fujian, which is related to the love monk's house. There is only this designated tea in a few private rooms.

   Accompanying Mingyue to Zhaoxia is Mr. Ali's free play. Among them, his most important thing is to accompany the Mingyue. The stars and moon that show through the curtains are light and shadow on the wall during the day, and flowing fireflies at night.

  These private rooms are based on script kills. Each room has a different main body and a different tea craftsman. There is no uniformity, and each room has its own soul.

  Givemefive after drawing, the cooperation is completed, and the division of labor is clear.

"success!"

  "I checked Lu Yu's information, and one said he had left the temple. No wonder Mr. Lu also believed it."

   "Of course, we did a full set of the show."

Three days have passed since this set of paintings. Mr. Ali devoted himself to drawing CAD drawings according to Luo Xin's creativity. Originally, Luo Xin seemed to want to be together. The bone spirit said that the beauty salon's design and construction still needed her, so she was transferred. Out.

   "Sister Yanyan, why don't you let me help him?"

   "Let him paint, when he has something to do, he will be energetic, and if he is idle, he will think wildly."

   "You mean Mr. Ali has not passed that hurdle?"

   "How can it be so good? Chu Yang doesn't know how to torture his heart."

Luo Xin seemed to understand. After she told Mr. Ali about her creativity, she began to do other things. It is undeniable that Mr. Ali is experiencing various conflicts in her heart, but at the same time she is constantly reconciling with herself and loving the monk's Buddha. Letting go of the red dust to cultivate the heart is also an experience for Mr. Ali.

  The tea water varies from strong to light, from the fragrance of tea to tasteless, it was after drinking Qianfan tea, and finally fell in love with boiled water.

  (End of this chapter)