Zhou Xiaoyun’s Happy Life

Chapter 69: Decorating the Boudoir (1)

Zhou Xiaoyun's small room is about ten square meters, with a bed and a small desk placed against the wall.

A sixty-watt light bulb was installed in the house, which is much brighter than before.

Zhou Xiaoyun looked at her small room and couldn't tell how much she liked it. Although it was a little rough, it was her territory after all. How to clean it up?

Zhou Xiaoyun took great pains to do this.

First, he asked his father, Zhou Guoqiang, to paint the walls of his room one more time to make them whiter, and then actively asked his mother, Zhao Yuzhen, to add a curtain to his bed. With the light blue curtain, the room immediately looks a lot warmer.

Zhou Xiaoyun often stays in bed and reads. It is very pleasant to look out through the blue tent, which forms a small world of its own.

Zhou Xiaoyun took advantage of his expertise and asked his third uncle to bring him some rice paper. He wrote an ancient poem in block letters and posted it on the wall. In fact, if you come to the "humble room inscription", it will be more artistic.

"The mountain is not high, if there are immortals, it will be famous; if the water is not deep, there will be dragons and spirits; this is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is clear in the curtains." Look at how well these sentences fit the scene, they are simply for the sake of it. Customize your own room.

 Unfortunately, Zhou Xiaoyun is too young now, so Zhou Xiaoyun did not dare to write this poem that only appeared in junior high school textbooks, so he chose the simplest poem "Spring Dawn".

She has been practicing calligraphy for nearly a year and her skills in calligraphy are beginning to show. Her standard block letters are a bit delicate, which cannot be compared with Fang Wenchao's, but she is definitely good at seeing people. At this time, the last name was neatly written on the snow-white rice paper, "Zhou Xiaoyun's eight-year-old book". It looked so beautiful no matter how you looked at it.

After pasting the calligraphy on the wall, Zhou Xiaoyun thought about adding another painting to the other wall.

 The New Year pictures sold at the market during the Chinese New Year are quite nice, but they are not suitable to be posted in children’s rooms. If they are posted with a star like the “Four Heavenly Kings”, it seems that I am not yet old enough to chase stars. You might as well make enough food and clothing yourself!

Zhou Xiaoyun used his treasured private money, the ten yuan bonus he received after the competition, to buy a box of watercolor pens and a box of crayons, and a piece of sketch paper. The drawings were not too complicated. I drew a childlike picture of chickens, ducks, and flowers in the woods and meadows. After coloring, it looked like something like a child's painting.

　　The painting is pasted opposite the calligraphy, which makes it look like a perfect match, fully demonstrating the talent of the owner of the room.

Dabao became more energetic when he saw his sister painting and insisted on showing it off.

 Don't mention it, Dabao drew a robot that was very distinctive and bold and exaggerated, and quite imaginative. Unfortunately, it didn't match Zhou Xiaoyun's room. Zhou Xiaoyun insisted on making the room warmer and refused to accept Dabao's works.

Dabao muttered, "It's really shameless that you would dislike my painting so well." He put the robot on the head of his bed.

Zhou Xiaoyun took advantage of the warmth of spring and went around the fields when the flowers were blooming. He dug up a few wild flowers and brought them back as if they were treasures.

I found a few chipped porcelain bowls from home, filled them with soil, planted wild flowers in them, and placed them on the windowsill. There were small red and yellow flowers that were very interesting.

The best thing is that there was a wild onion that Zhou Xiaoyun accidentally dug up and planted alone in a pot. It quickly grew dense and lush, and looked green from a distance.

When frying rice, pick some wild onion leaves, chop them up and fry them in oil. The aroma will be strong and unique, and you can kill two birds with one stone.

There are some writing brushes and newspapers on the desk, which gives it a scholarly atmosphere. The small stool is stuffed under the desk to take up no space, and the small box for clothes is pushed under the bed.

The room is originally small, so you have to pay attention to the placement of things and try to make the best use of the space.

 Zhou Xiaoyun posted the certificate of three good students he received on the wall behind the tent. Dabao was dissatisfied with this location. He felt that it should be posted in the most conspicuous position so that he could see it as soon as he came in.

Zhou Xiaoyun turned a deaf ear to his mutterings. Thinking about it, if he really did as Dabao said, what he would see as soon as he entered the door was the certificate, which would be too ordinary and too ostentatious.

Zhou Xiaoyun also cherishes his award certificates, otherwise he would not think of posting them all. He made a compromise and posted them on the wall behind the tent so that they can be seen but not so eye-catching.

Hmm, looming, the effect is very good!

Zhou Xiaoyun stood in front of the bed and admired it for a long time. After all, I am now a eugenic. A three-good student certificate every semester greatly satisfies Zhou Xiaoyun's vanity.

The only drawback is that my room has no door, only a curtain.

This is normal. At that time, every house had only one door, and the rooms inside could only hang curtains. Some homes don’t even have door curtains!

The previous thatched house of Zhou Xiaoyun’s family had neither a door nor a curtain. Zhao Yuzhen thought that since she was building a new house, of course she had to hang a curtain. It’s beautiful, doesn’t cost much, and can gather some heat in the house.

The door curtain is very simple to make. Pull the floral fabric and sew the edges, fold a small strip of fabric at the top and sew a hole, find a shorter bamboo pole and thread it through the fabric, and then hang the finished door curtain on the nails next to the door.

Zhou Xiaoyun insisted on choosing the floral fabric by herself. She would rather not have it if it was red and green and ugly.

 So on the day Zhao Yuzhen went to buy floral cloth, Zhou Xiaoyun went to the market with him. It happened to be a Sunday, and there were many people in the market. There were two or three companies selling cloth.

Zhao Yuzhen took a quick look at a piece of dark red fabric with yellow flowers. It was stain-resistant and wear-resistant and the price was not expensive. Let the cloth seller pull it up a few feet.

Zhou Xiaoyun glanced at it and didn't like the color. It was too earthy if it was neither red nor yellow. She searched among the pile of fabrics, and suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Zhou Xiaoyun pulled out a small piece of cloth from under several pieces of fabric. It might be suitable for making a door curtain. The milky white and smooth material seemed to be of good quality.

 (End of this chapter)