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Reed Mat Weaver
Among the reeds in the river wetland, Xing Yan is the last craftsman who knows how to lock muscles in ancient ways. With his thumb against the edge of the mat, he threaded the reed strips between his fingers three and a half times - the mat fell apart when loosened, and the reed strips collapsed when tightened. He had practiced this technique for ten years. When I was sixteen, my first love Fang Yu left for Guangdong without saying goodbye, leaving behind a torn mat. Ten years later, Fang Yu, in
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Within a Reasonable Distance
Rui Shanshan is a hydrophobic pore ratio designer for understory humus soil potted plants. She can determine the moisture content and air permeability by rubbing the soil with her hands. Seven years ago, she helped a strange man resuscitate a dying orchid at the flower market, leaving a handwritten maintenance note and then quietly disappeared. Seven years later, we met again at the annual meeting of the industry. The flower grower back then was now the well-known landscape designer Lu Yan. The
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Time Flies Between Bamboos
During the plum rains in the south of the Yangtze River, deep in the Bamboo Art Lane. You Ning makes a living by repairing broken bamboo sieves with thin bamboo strips. People in the ancient town call her "Xi Ban Aning". Seven years ago, my childhood sweetheart Mu Ci felt that this skill was poor and decided to go to the city. Now he has returned with his grandmother's belongings, and an old bamboo sieve has become the only connection between the two. You Ning used his fingertip skills honed ove
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A Trace of Water
Yu Xiaofei is a plumber who scrapes away the scale layer by layer in the courtyard spring stone basin. She broke up seven years ago due to the obstruction of Shen Yan's mother. In late autumn, she received a maintenance order and met the courtyard landscaper Shen Yan again - the black bluestone spring basin was an old thing she had scraped. Scale is the trace left by running water, and estrangement is the scar left by love. She had to scrape off the stubborn scale in layers, but she could never
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Hemp Color Undyed
Lingshan only believed in two things in her life: the cooking instructions passed down by her grandmother, and the water temperature she felt with her own hands. Until Zhang Yi, the fourteen-year-old boy who taught her how to recognize madder, came back from studying in the city. He is still the young owner of Zhang Ji Dyeing Workshop, with a big blue brick house and silver button cuffs; she is guarding a leaky workshop and can't even afford a decent pot. He handed over an urgent order from the
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Rust Color Can Be Crossed
Shu Yaoyao's hand has been steady for ten years. Where the welding gun fell, the rust hole was closed and the iron sheet was as good as new. She thought that craftsmanship could fix everything, until she met Lin Du in an old factory on the outskirts of the city - the man with whom she once shared a bowl of instant noodles and shared a leaky roof. He stood under the roof she had repaired, pointing to the newly seeped water marks: "The hole you patched is leaking again." The rust on a tin house c
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