Chapter 2058

The old lady cut a few window flowers for Su Xinghui. There was a spring flower, a tiger, because this year was the Year of the Tiger, and there was also a "Fu" character, a "Year after Year Surplus," and a cow, because Su Weizhen was born in the Year of the Ox.

In the process of the old lady cutting window flowers, Su Xinghui chatted with the old lady. The old lady had a thick Guanzhong accent, but Su Xinghui could barely understand it.

The old lady said she had never been to school. This window flower cutting was something she liked to cut in her spare time, so it became her craft. Now every year during the New Year, she would come out to set up a stall at the temple fair, cut window flowers, and earn some money.

Although the old lady had never been to school and had never received professional training, her hands were skillful. Everything she cut was vivid, and there was a special spirituality, which didn't look stiff at all. The window flowers she cut could simply be called works of art.

Su Xinghui liked these window flowers very much. He felt that these window flowers were also an inspiration for his painting art, especially that kind of original spirituality, and a kind of simple clumsiness, which was really too rare. Su Xinghui felt that if he absorbed some of the spirituality in these window flowers, his own paintings could also go to a higher level.

Lu Xiaoya also liked these window flowers very much, especially the cow that symbolized her son. She planned to take it back and treasure it. It would be very interesting when her son grew up and saw this window flower.

Su Xinghui paid the money, carefully folded these window flowers, and put them in his bag.

They continued to walk forward, eating snacks while walking, and buying some folk items, which was also a very interesting thing. The only regret was that there were too many people and it was too crowded, and it was very difficult to walk forward a few steps.

After walking for a while, Su Xinghui saw an antique stall on the side of the road, so he squatted in front of the stall, wanting to see the antiques here.

Xidu is the ancient capital of several dynasties. Thousands of years of history have made this a place where cultural relics are everywhere. Therefore, there are also many people who come here to buy antiques. Su Xinghui hoped to find one or two treasures to take home, and the harvest would not be small.

Of course, he is not buying these things for money now. His money is enough. He is because of his pure love for antiques.

He is engaged in art. Who doesn't like antiques in art? However, he didn't have much money in his previous life, so his collection was not much, and he couldn't afford it. In this life, he is considered rich, and he has picked up leaks several times and has some good things, but he is too busy and has no time to go to the antique market to find them.

Today is a good opportunity. Coming to Xidu, where cultural relics are everywhere, how can he not take a look when he sees an antique stall?

He squatted down and watched for a while, but was very disappointed. The things on this stall were either fakes or things of low value. He didn't like them. There was a piece of pottery he liked a little bit. He asked about the price, and the stall owner opened his mouth like a lion, asking for fifty thousand, so he shook his head and stood up to continue walking forward.

At this time, Lu Xiaoya said she was tired and wanted to go back to the car to rest. Su Xinghui prepared to send her to the car, but Lu Xiaoya knew that Su Xinghui liked these antiques, so she said let Su Xinghui continue to stroll here, and let Shen Feng send her and the child to the car.

Su Xinghui hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed. He said he would go home together after watching for a while.

Shen Feng sent Lu Xiaoya back to the car, and by the way, sent the things bought in front back to the car. Feng Shulun accompanied Su Xinghui to continue walking forward. There were still many antique stalls in front.

Lu Xiaoya and the child returned to the car, leaving only Su Xinghui and Feng Shulun, which was much lighter. They looked at one stall after another.