Unlike before, his supporters are no longer limited to young men and women.

Some people quoted the Confucianism and discussed it from Lu Zi'an's life and style of conduct, and believed that Lu Zi'an could not do such a thing.

Some people use the Thirty-Six Scheme as the basis to explain in detail the consequences of Lu Zian doing this.

[I am a pure passerby, let me tell you my point of view: Even if it is a case, it is a motive. I want to say that Lu Zian really has no motivation to do this. He is now in a high position and has no power, but his popularity is extremely high. Why did he take such a big risk to frame some people who are not as good as him? I am frank, I have never heard of these people before. Although I am not interested in Lu Zian, I will stand on him in this wave.]

[I am frank, if you say you don’t know these people, you really can’t blame others, you can only blame yourself for having too little knowledge. However, this wave, I will also stand on Master Lu.]

It is no longer limited to verbal support like 666 Lao Tie, but is truly true and fundamentally to fundamentally attack all doubts raised by the other party.

And these did not even happen in the operations of his support team.

There are also doubts that some people manipulate comments, but some people directly retort: ​​If you want to control it so well, what a powerful crisis PR it would be?

Lu Zian looked down for a long time and basically supported him.

He returned to his Weibo interface, thought about it, and finally posted: Thank you for your support, I am very grateful.

Regarding these ups and downs, he would arrange for people to investigate and clarify for himself, but he would not take this matter into himself in public places in advance.

Because, he has a clear conscience.

But he suddenly remembered that when he was misunderstood, he was not only unable to defend himself, but also surrounded by reporters...

Of course I also remember how Manman was so angry at that time that he sharply repelled those unwilling reporters.

Thinking of Manman, Lu Zi'an couldn't help but smile.

In fact, at the beginning, when he saw Tiehua, he thought of Manman.

After all, her temperament and characteristics are so similar to Tiehua.

This "After the Snow in the Mountains" was put in the museum for exhibition. The iron painting he bought was given to Manman.

Without reading the comments from fans, Lu Zian quit Weibo.

"Brother An, I've done it!" Zou Kai excitedly turned his notebook and said, "Look at the copywriting. If there is no problem, I will make the video!"

I have to say that Zou Kai’s further study is indeed useful.

At least in terms of literary talent, he has made great progress.

but……

Lu Zian looked at it, frowned and shook his head: "No."

Ah? Zou Kai was completely confused. He looked at his copywriting again and again in disbelief, and said anxiously: "Brother An, please look at it again, look at it..."

"You write very well." Lu Zi'an looked at him calmly, but said without mercy: "But this copy does not apply to iron paintings, nor to Uncle Tang."

The literary talent is remarkable. If used in traditional crafts that are softer, such as calligraphy and painting, such as palace lanterns, it will definitely be the icing on the cake.

However, Yu Tiehua's hard and soft merger technology, using this gorgeous word-making copy will actually bury its attractive characteristics.

Especially Uncle Tang, his temperament is rough, and if he uses this kind of literary style, he may be even less used to it.

After listening carefully to Lu Zian's thoughts, Zou Kai frowned and nodded slowly: "It seems that this is indeed the case."

It was him who was so arrogant that he just wanted to show off his skills and make others look at him with admiration, but he forgot about Uncle Tang's personal style.

"You said...what if I go through the warm wind?" Zou Kai dragged a piece of paper and slowly wrote: "Uncle Tang's growth story, such as the secret that Tiehua and I have to tell..."

"It depends on yourself." Lu Zian got up and took the hot tea handed over by Tang Yuan, blew it gently and took a sip.

Zou Kai suddenly turned his face and stared at Uncle Tang. Uncle Tang was startled: "Ah?"

On the evening of the third day, Zou Kai, who had been in a long while for two nights, finally stretched and kicked the coffee table in front of him. He fell back and collapsed on the sofa.

Lu Zi'an sat by the window reading a book, and the dim light hit the paper page, showing a slight old color.

Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Zou Kai: "What's wrong? Do you want to eat?"

"No need..." Zou Kai closed his eyes and muttered vaguely: "You... help me pass it on, do it... OK..."

As soon as he finished speaking, snoring sounded.

Lu Zian smiled helplessly, picked up the mat on one side and threw it on him, sat across the sofa, and turned the notebook over.

He selects the only video file on the desktop and then double-clicks.

A piece of snowflakes floated gently with the breeze, free of things.

The faint sound of silk and bamboo appeared and then the snowflakes fell on the water and slowly melted.

The moment it melted completely, the entire river freezes inch by inch.

Not only is the river frozen, but beautiful ice flowers even formed on the stones.

The camera advances rapidly, and this scene seems to be completed in the blink of an eye.

The cracked ice surface, at the end of the shattered, is a huge, raised hammer.

"when"

He blinked subconsciously, thinking that he would hear a loud bang, but he didn't expect that it would be just a clear and thunderous sound.

Once, then again.

It seemed as if you were tapping tirelessly, making the iron block into the shape you wanted.

The voiceover was a low and cold voice. Lu Zian glanced at Zou Kai unnaturally, worried that he would wake up because this voice was matched by him.

[Iron painting is a work of art made of iron into lines and then welded.]

The camera gradually spread downwards, and Uncle Tang’s strong and powerful arms appeared in the picture.

The strong arms have protruding muscles and are as hard as bones.

Facing the fire, the muscles are distinct, making people feel extremely secure.

[Mainly, it is to learn from the ink, composition, layout, and lines of Chinese painting, which are simple and powerful, vigorous and simple.]

The light and shadow were slightly wrong, revealing Uncle Tang's eight-pack abs and his sweaty face in his prime.

This is a hard man. He is not afraid of cold and heat, nor is he afraid of heat, and has excellent control over his strength. Every time, the high-definition camera faithfully captures the changes in the iron block.

[Using a hammer as the pen, iron as ink, anvil as paper, and wrought iron as painting, it is magical and has a natural charm.]

With a sound of sound, Uncle Tang put the forged iron branch into the pile of iron branches on the table.

There was a crisp sound between collisions.

[Iron painting technology combines the welding technology of ancient gold and silver empty flowers, absorbs the advantages of paper cutting, woodcutting, and brick carving, and integrates the brushwork and composition of Chinese painting. The picture has a clear contrast between light and darkness and a strong sense of three-dimensionality. It is unique among ancient arts and crafts and is a pearl in the treasure house of arts and crafts in my country.]

The camera moved with Uncle Tang, and switched freely to perfectly show all the scenes he made when he was making the iron tree.

Then Uncle Tang's vicissitudes and honest voice appeared: [My surname is Tang, and he is the third generation of iron painting craftsmanship, and Tang Peng is my ancestor.]

Rough fingers twisted a piece of plum blossom petals made of iron, and flexibly welded them to the iron tree.

[We can draw anything that can be drawn on paper, we can draw iron!]

The voice-over voice is filled with a smile and a bit of pride: [Iron paintings were famous in the past, but to this day, there is still a huge iron painting "Welcome Pine" hanging on the Great Hall of the People!]

In contrast to the passion in words, Uncle Tang in the picture is seriously clamping a stamen with tweezers and slowly welding it in the center of the petals.

After editing, Uncle Tang's movements were like flowing water.

There was no pause, and every step was just right.

A tree of plum blossoms is half blooming and half fading, but it stands tall and stands tall in the harsh winter.

Although it is only a semi-finished product, it is already quite stylish.

Then a pair of hands appeared in the picture and began to paint the iron painting.

Uncle Tang's voice also became much more relaxed: [When I first started learning iron painting, I was actually not willing to learn it at all.

At that time, my father was very strict and he couldn't bear to beat me. Every time I wanted to be lazy and didn't want to learn iron painting, he would carry me next to the stove and stand up.

During the dog days of summer, I was sweating profusely after standing for about ten minutes, and I became honest after standing for half an hour.]

Lu Zi'an couldn't help laughing, the picture was very strong.

【Later, my dad died.】

The music gradually started, and the sound of Xiaosheng and flute were harmonious, and the silk strings were merged with it, but the sound of iron striking was extremely clear.

Becoming clearer and clearer.

[I was talking to me... lovers and friends. I said I didn't want to learn iron painting anymore. She said, who should learn it?]

No one has reached the dead end and his father has passed away. If he doesn't learn, who else will learn?

【My father-in-law and mother-in-law were very unhappy, but we got married and didn’t get a certificate, so we bought her a new dress and invited everyone to have a meal.】

The music became stagnant, just like the ink color slowly stained on the iron tree.

Endless, no hope.

[She felt bitter, and I had no choice. She worked hard in the factory during the day and came back to paint iron at night.

When I had no money to buy iron, I wanted to scold my master, why did you do this? You said you forced me...]
To be continued...