Reborn Troops

Chapter 772 Desert Rose

Zhou Wanwan's eyes lit up when she looked at the jewelry box design draft handed to her by her brother Zhou Guo.

The shape of the jewelry box is like a miniature desert, and a blooming desert rose is carved on the lid.

The texture of the petals is delicate and lifelike, as if you can feel the wind, sand and tenacity of the desert.

The bottom of the box uses a delicate yellow sand color as the background color, giving people a warm and mysterious feeling.

"Guoguo, you are amazing!" Zhou Wanwan couldn't help but exclaimed, "This design completely exceeded my expectations!"

Zhou Guo scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Sister, as long as you like it.

I just think that since your necklace is a 'hundred flowers blooming', the jewelry box should also have something special and not be too ordinary."

"It's really special." Zhou Wanwan nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes, "The design of this desert rose fits the theme of my necklace very well.

They are all symbols of vitality and hope. Guoguo, you really helped me a lot! "

"Of course, I'm your brother!" Zhou Guo raised his chin proudly.

"But sister, how do you plan to make this jewelry box? Do you have any ideas about the material and craftsmanship?"

Zhou Wanwan frowned, thought for a moment and said: "As for the material, I want to use solid wood.

The surface is treated with a fine frosted layer to make the box look more textured.

As for the carving of desert roses, you may need to find a skilled woodcarver.”

"Woodcarver?" Zhou Guo raised his eyebrows. "I do know one, called Lao Chen, who has excellent craftsmanship. But he has a bit of a weird temper, and he only takes jobs based on his mood."

"Then can you help me contact him?" Zhou Wanwan asked anxiously.

"Okay, I'll try." Zhou Guo nodded, took out his cell phone and called Lao Chen.

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello, who is this?"

"Uncle Chen, it's me, Zhou Guo." Zhou Guo said with a smile, "My sister has a design for a jewelry box, and I'd like you to help carve it. Take a look..."

"Jewelry box?" Old Chen interrupted Zhou Guo, his tone a little impatient, "I've been very busy lately and don't have time to take on small jobs like this."

"Uncle Chen, don't be so quick to refuse." Zhou Guo said quickly, "My sister's design is quite special. I'm sure you will be interested after seeing it."

"Oh?" Lao Chen's tone softened a little, "What design?"

"Desert Rose." Zhou Guo briefly described the design concept.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Lao Chen's voice sounded again: "Okay, bring her over to see."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Guo made an "OK" gesture to Zhou Wanwan: "It's done, Uncle Chen agreed to meet us."

Zhou Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, with a grateful smile on her face: "Thank you, Guoguo."

"You're welcome. Let's go over there quickly." Zhou Guo said, picked up the car keys, and took Zhou Wanwan straight to Lao Chen's studio.

"Uncle Chen, we are here." Zhou Guo said softly.

Old Chen raised his head, glanced at Zhou Wanwan, and nodded: "Sit down."

Zhou Wanwan handed over the design draft. Lao Chen took it and looked at it carefully, frowning slightly: "Desert rose? Interesting."

"Uncle Chen, do you think you can do it?" Zhou Wanwan asked cautiously.

Lao Chen did not answer immediately, but tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he slowly said, "It can be done, but the process is quite complicated and the price is not cheap."

In the next few days, Zhou Wanwan stayed in Lao Chen's studio every day, watching how he carved an ordinary piece of wood into an exquisite desert rose.

Lao Chen's craftsmanship is indeed superb. Every cut is precise and powerful. The wood chips seem to come alive in his hands, gradually taking on the outline of petals.

"You see, it needs to be tilted slightly here to show the layering of the petals." Old Chen explained patiently while carving.

Zhou Wanwan listened carefully and nodded from time to time. She found that although Lao Chen had a strange temper,

But his love for wood carving comes from the heart, and every stroke of his knife is full of persistence and awe for art.

"Uncle Chen, how many years have you been doing wood carving?" Zhou Wanwan couldn't help but ask.

"Almost forty years." Old Chen said calmly, "I started learning it when I was a little boy."

"No wonder your craftsmanship is so good." Zhou Wanwan praised sincerely.

Old Chen smiled, with a complicated look in his eyes: "What's the use of having good craftsmanship? Who is willing to spend time appreciating these old things nowadays?"

Zhou Wanwan was silent for a moment, and then said softly: “Uncle Chen, I think your craftsmanship is priceless.

Although this era is fast-paced, there will always be people who know how to appreciate true art.”

Zhou Wanwan stood in Lao Chen's studio, her eyes falling on the desert rose jewelry box that was about to be completed.

The petals of the wood carving have begun to take shape, and each petal seems to sway gently in the wind, carrying the ruggedness of the desert and the softness of a rose.

However, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind: perhaps the element of tornado could make this work more complete.

"Uncle Chen," she said softly, with a hint of tentativeness in her tone.

"Do you think... if we add some tornado shapes to the edge of the jewelry box, would it give it a more desert feel?"

Old Chen stopped the carving knife in his hand, raised his head and looked at her, frowning slightly: "Tornado?"

"Yes," Zhou Wanwan nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "A tornado in the desert,

It symbolizes power and change, and contrasts with the softness of roses, which may make the whole design more layered. "

Old Chen was silent for a moment, tapping the table with his fingers, as if thinking about the feasibility of this proposal.

After a few seconds, he slowly spoke: “The shape of the tornado… is indeed interesting.

But this is not something that can be achieved by just carving a few random lines. You have to have a specific idea, otherwise it will be difficult for me to start.”

Zhou Wanwan immediately took out a notebook from her bag and opened a page. On it was a sketch she had just drawn.

She handed the notebook to Lao Chen, and said with a hint of expectation: “Look, this is what I just thought of.

The tornado shape could be designed as a spiral that extends upward from the base, tapers, and disappears over the edge of the jewelry box.”

"This will not destroy the overall beauty, but will also add a sense of dynamics."