Xiaoqi woke up from her nap, washed her face, but did not start practicing calligraphy as usual. Instead, she took out the bundle of bamboo strips she had bought from town that morning.
The other people in the dormitory also gradually woke up, because everyone had things to do in the afternoon.
Wei Cheng's film club was going to screen a movie, Yunshu's tea ceremony club also had an event, and Mier signed up for so many clubs that she had to run between the public relations club and photography club events in the afternoon.
Xiaoqi had the calligraphy and painting club event starting at 3pm, so she wanted to make a little bamboo bag first.
Since everyone was going out, they all got up to wash up and dress up. As a result, they saw their miraculous dormmate, Su Xiaoqi, actually weaving something with bamboo strips...she was really weaving something.
Mier and Yunshu had never seen such a thing before, they were simply astounded.
Wei Cheng had seen elderly people weaving bamboo products in her hometown, but her impression was that it was something only very old people did, so what kind of fairy roommate was this?
Mier quickly took out her phone to record video.
Xiaoqi was at beginner level in bamboo weaving, not as skilled as her dad, but she was cleverer, having seen more things outside. Her workmanship was definitely not as exquisite and intricate as her father's, but much better than the bamboo baskets sold in stores.
Bamboo weaving was actually an ancient craft with a long history in the ancient town of Muli. It had been passed down over the generations.
Xiaoqi wove very quickly, the bamboo strips seemed to come alive in her hands.
Because the dorm was stuffy, the girls usually left the door open, so people in the dormitory across could also see.
Seeing a commotion in room 606, people from other dorms also came over to watch.
As a result, they saw Su Xiaoqi classmate actually doing handicrafts...not just ordinary paper folding or something.
Many of them grew up in cities and had never seen such a scene before, and were very curious.
Xiaoqi didn't want to be watched by so many people, thinking she should hang a curtain on the door later, to allow ventilation but also block people's sight.
She wove faster, actually just making a small bag that could be worn on the back, to hold a cell phone and lipstick. Foreigners didn't have the habit of carrying hot water bottles, so she didn't need to consider that.
The little bag was soon woven, she just needed to twist two bamboo strips together to make the handle, bamboo roots would have been even better, but Xiaoqi saw the shop didn't have any this morning, but they did have hemp rope, so she also bought some.
The bamboo strips here were quite good, wide and green and beautiful. The good thing about bamboo products was that the color changed over time, each period had its own characteristics, from new green to old green to brown. The more it was used, the more it was like a natural varnish, and it actually looked better and more durable.
Seeing Su Xiaoqi easily twist the bamboo strips into a stiff strip, apparently not afraid of hurting her hands.
The class vice monitor Yue Lai even came to watch, her family was in Alliance City, she had never seen anything like this before, and curiously asked, "Isn't that going to hurt your hands?"
"It will if you're not used to it, and even if you do it a lot it can still hurt your hands, but just twisting two handles is fine for me." Xiaoqi explained.
Someone asked where she learned it.
"My dad is very good at bamboo weaving, I guess you could say I learned it from home," said Xiaoqi, her smile even brighter than usual when talking about her dad.
Chu Yu also came over to watch the excitement, but stood at the back of the crowd.
Xiaoqi finished the handles, and at the last step, her hand was pricked by a bamboo thorn, instantly drawing blood, bright red.
She was going to put her finger in her mouth to suck it, but Yunshu immediately took out a bunch of alcohol swabs and disinfected it.
Yunshu had a whole first aid kit prepared by her mom.
Seeing her attempt to wrap Xiaoqi's hand like a mummy, Xiaoqi quickly declined: "It's nothing, just a little prick."
But Yunshu was still very worried, and put on a bandaid. Xiaoqi looked at her refusal to be wrapped in gauze, and compared to that, a bandaid was better. It really was a very small wound, just a little prick that bled for a bit, it would probably be fine in a while, the cut couldn't even be seen.
Then Xiaoqi continued, using hemp rope to tightly wind around the handles where they attached to the bag, and finally tied a knot and burned the ends.
The materials were all rough, but turned into a delicate little bag, the hemp rope matched the bamboo especially well.
Xiaoqi also found some homespun her mom prepared. Of course it wasn't for gifting, Shen Juan thought the fabric was sturdy and could be used anywhere, for pillowcases, padding things, etc., so she packed some. At the time Xiaoqi said she didn't need it.
Now she cut the homespun into strips, braided them together into a long strap, and tied them on both sides of the bag handles. A simple bamboo bag was complete.
The homespun was brightly colored, the hemp rope handles were rustic, the woven bamboo bag was verdant, it looked very nice.
Even the most artistically inclined dormmate Yunshu couldn't help but take some pictures with it.
Wei Cheng also liked it immensely, and kept praising, "Really good!"
The most practical Mier clicked her tongue and said, "Xiaoqi with your skills, you won't starve even if you don't go to school."
"That's unacceptable, if I don't go to school, my parents would scold me to death." Xiaoqi always spoke more casually with Mier.
With the item completed, the onlookers also dispersed.
Xiaoqi looked at the time, it was about time to go sign up for the calligraphy and painting club. Their event was also in the Da Tang complex building, the same place where the mental health class for college students was held last time.
On the way, Xiaoqi suddenly got a call from student Liang Jiajia.
As soon as she picked up, she heard the familiar excited screams: "Teacher Xiaoqi I saw your singing competition video, you were amazing! The girls in our class all say they want to be your fans, do you think Xiaoqi fans or Su fans sounds better?"
Su Xiaoqi: ......
She held the phone away from her ear, the little girl's screams really were too loud.
Xiaoqi waited for Jiajia to calm down a bit before asking her how she was recently.
"About the same, but the English teacher praised my progress. My mom has been really busy lately and doesn't have time to accompany me. My dad wanted me to go to grandma's house but I said no because I have swimming class, I really don't get him, grandma clearly doesn't like me and only loves her precious grandson, yet dad keeps wanting me to go over there, I don't know what's in his head. Teacher, when you have vacation for National Day can I come visit you and play?"
Xiaoqi: ......
She had never taken a little kid out by herself before.
"You need to ask your mom, if she agrees then it's ok. I have a marathon for National Day so I may not have a lot of time to accompany you."
Liang Jiajia shrieked again when she heard marathon.
Xiaoqi: ......had a bad feeling.
After hanging up, she walked a few more steps and arrived at Da Tang complex building.
This time the calligraphy and painting club was in Classroom 1 of the building. As soon as Xiaoqi entered, she saw a familiar figure...the sports committee member from her class, Li Weijin. Xiaoqi thought she had walked into the wrong place...why would Li Weijin join this club?? The calligraphy and painting club??
She would have expected him to join golf, equestrian, or something like that...coming here clearly did not match his style.
Indeed it did not match at all, because there was no one around him, so Xiaoqi noticed him right away.
But Li Weijin did not seem as unapproachable as legend said, when Xiaoqi sang before, he even went on behalf of the class committee to give her flowers...he actually seemed quite friendly.
Xiaoqi woke up from her nap, washed her face, but did not start practicing calligraphy as usual. Instead, she took out the bundle of bamboo strips she had bought from town that morning.
The other people in the dormitory also gradually woke up, because everyone had things to do in the afternoon.
Wei Cheng's film club was going to screen a movie, Yunshu's tea ceremony club also had an event, and Mier signed up for so many clubs that she had to run between the public relations club and photography club events in the afternoon.
Xiaoqi had the calligraphy and painting club event starting at 3pm, so she wanted to make a little bamboo bag first.
Since everyone was going out, they all got up to wash up and dress up. As a result, they saw their miraculous dormmate, Su Xiaoqi, actually weaving something with bamboo strips...she was really weaving something.
Mier and Yunshu had never seen such a thing before, they were simply astounded.
Wei Cheng had seen elderly people weaving bamboo products in her hometown, but her impression was that it was something only very old people did, so what kind of fairy roommate was this?
Mier quickly took out her phone to record video.
Xiaoqi was at beginner level in bamboo weaving, not as skilled as her dad, but she was cleverer, having seen more things outside. Her workmanship was definitely not as exquisite and intricate as her father's, but much better than the bamboo baskets sold in stores.
Bamboo weaving was actually an ancient craft with a long history in the ancient town of Muli. It had been passed down over the generations.
Xiaoqi wove very quickly, the bamboo strips seemed to come alive in her hands.
Because the dorm was stuffy, the girls usually left the door open, so people in the dormitory across could also see.
Seeing a commotion in room 606, people from other dorms also came over to watch.
As a result, they saw Su Xiaoqi classmate actually doing handicrafts...not just ordinary paper folding or something.
Many of them grew up in cities and had never seen such a scene before, and were very curious.
Xiaoqi didn't want to be watched by so many people, thinking she should hang a curtain on the door later, to allow ventilation but also block people's sight.
She wove faster, actually just making a small bag that could be worn on the back, to hold a cell phone and lipstick. Foreigners didn't have the habit of carrying hot water bottles, so she didn't need to consider that.
The little bag was soon woven, she just needed to twist two bamboo strips together to make the handle, bamboo roots would have been even better, but Xiaoqi saw the shop didn't have any this morning, but they did have hemp rope, so she also bought some.
The bamboo strips here were quite good, wide and green and beautiful. The good thing about bamboo products was that the color changed over time, each period had its own characteristics, from new green to old green to brown. The more it was used, the more it was like a natural varnish, and it actually looked better and more durable.
Seeing Su Xiaoqi easily twist the bamboo strips into a stiff strip, apparently not afraid of hurting her hands.
The class vice monitor Yue Lai even came to watch, her family was in Alliance City, she had never seen anything like this before, and curiously asked, "Isn't that going to hurt your hands?"
"It will if you're not used to it, and even if you do it a lot it can still hurt your hands, but just twisting two handles is fine for me." Xiaoqi explained.
Someone asked where she learned it.
"My dad is very good at bamboo weaving, I guess you could say I learned it from home," said Xiaoqi, her smile even brighter than usual when talking about her dad.
Chu Yu also came over to watch the excitement, but stood at the back of the crowd.
Xiaoqi finished the handles, and at the last step, her hand was pricked by a bamboo thorn, instantly drawing blood, bright red.
She was going to put her finger in her mouth to suck it, but Yunshu immediately took out a bunch of alcohol swabs and disinfected it.
Yunshu had a whole first aid kit prepared by her mom.
Seeing her attempt to wrap Xiaoqi's hand like a mummy, Xiaoqi quickly declined: "It's nothing, just a little prick."
But Yunshu was still very worried, and put on a bandaid. Xiaoqi looked at her refusal to be wrapped in gauze, and compared to that, a bandaid was better. It really was a very small wound, just a little prick that bled for a bit, it would probably be fine in a while, the cut couldn't even be seen.
Then Xiaoqi continued, using hemp rope to tightly wind around the handles where they attached to the bag, and finally tied a knot and burned the ends.
The materials were all rough, but turned into a delicate little bag, the hemp rope matched the bamboo especially well.
Xiaoqi also found some homespun her mom prepared. Of course it wasn't for gifting, Shen Juan thought the fabric was sturdy and could be used anywhere, for pillowcases, padding things, etc., so she packed some. At the time Xiaoqi said she didn't need it.
Now she cut the homespun into strips, braided them together into a long strap, and tied them on both sides of the bag handles. A simple bamboo bag was complete.
The homespun was brightly colored, the hemp rope handles were rustic, the woven bamboo bag was verdant, it looked very nice.
Even the most artistically inclined dormmate Yunshu couldn't help but take some pictures with it.
Wei Cheng also liked it immensely, and kept praising, "Really good!"
The most practical Mier clicked her tongue and said, "Xiaoqi with your skills, you won't starve even if you don't go to school."
"That's unacceptable, if I don't go to school, my parents would scold me to death." Xiaoqi always spoke more casually with Mier.
With the item completed, the onlookers also dispersed.
Xiaoqi looked at the time, it was about time to go sign up for the calligraphy and painting club. Their event was also in the Da Tang complex building, the same place where the mental health class for college students was held last time.
On the way, Xiaoqi suddenly got a call from student Liang Jiajia.
As soon as she picked up, she heard the familiar excited screams: "Teacher Xiaoqi I saw your singing competition video, you were amazing! The girls in our class all say they want to be your fans, do you think Xiaoqi fans or Su fans sounds better?"
Su Xiaoqi: ......
She held the phone away from her ear, the little girl's screams really were too loud.
Xiaoqi waited for Jiajia to calm down a bit before asking her how she was recently.
"About the same, but the English teacher praised my progress. My mom has been really busy lately and doesn't have time to accompany me. My dad wanted me to go to grandma's house but I said no because I have swimming class, I really don't get him, grandma clearly doesn't like me and only loves her precious grandson, yet dad keeps wanting me to go over there, I don't know what's in his head. Teacher, when you have vacation for National Day can I come visit you and play?"
Xiaoqi: ......
She had never taken a little kid out by herself before.
"You need to ask your mom, if she agrees then it's ok. I have a marathon for National Day so I may not have a lot of time to accompany you."
Liang Jiajia shrieked again when she heard marathon.
Xiaoqi: ......had a bad feeling.
After hanging up, she walked a few more steps and arrived at Da Tang complex building.
This time the calligraphy and painting club was in Classroom 1 of the building. As soon as Xiaoqi entered, she saw a familiar figure...the sports committee member from her class, Li Weijin. Xiaoqi thought she had walked into the wrong place...why would Li Weijin join this club?? The calligraphy and painting club??
She would have expected him to join golf, equestrian, or something like that...coming here clearly did not match his style.
Indeed it did not match at all, because there was no one around him, so Xiaoqi noticed him right away.
But Li Weijin did not seem as unapproachable as legend said, when Xiaoqi sang before, he even went on behalf of the class committee to give her flowers...he actually seemed quite friendly.
