Feast of Flowers

It was warm and cold in the early morning of March, and there was the sound of cutting vegetables, the sizzling of fried pancakes, and the voice of a woman scolding her own child with a high voice.

Hua Jin opened the door, and a boy in a blue school uniform with a schoolbag in the corridor stood with his head down. He didn't even lift his head when he heard the door opening. But when the woman who was yelling at Huajin came out, she gathered her messy curly hair: "Hua, have you gone to work so early?"

Hua Jin said something to her. Sister Qin used her hands to pull her hair and the curling of her cuffs from time to time. Her child stood beside her silently, like a humble potato.

Perceiving that Hua Jin was casting her gaze on her child, sister Qin stopped her hands with her hair close, and began to count the child's shortcomings.

"Sister Qin." Interrupting the other party's endless words, Huajin took out her mobile phone to check the time, "I will soon be unable to catch the subway, let's talk tomorrow." After speaking, he walked downstairs quickly, and the voice-activated street lights on the corridor kicked. There was no flicker in the tapping sound.

Walking downstairs, she heard Sister Qin start to scold the child again.

After Huajin had breakfast at the roadside breakfast shop, when she walked out, she saw sister Qin's son walking to the side of the road with his head shrugged. He walked very slowly, like a snail that didn't want to crawl out of his shell.

The streets are crowded with densely packed cars, and in the gray morning, there is a dull feeling of weakness but having to fight for life.

"Walk carefully." Hua Jin walked two steps quickly, grabbing the boy's schoolbag strap and pulling him back. At this moment, the car at the corner of the street drove over, only two or three steps away from the child.

The little boy looked up at Huajin, with a dull and blank expression on his face. It took him a long time before he whispered, "Thank you, sister Huajin."

"No thanks." Hua Jin smiled. Which woman in her twenties doesn't like children calling her sister?

"When you walk, pay attention to the traffic. Safety is important." Hua Jin helped the child straighten up the collar of the school uniform. After watching the child leave, he rubbed the faintly painful kneecap and turned and walked in the other direction.

In this prosperous city, everyone can't stop their steps. They want to survive, they want to take root here, and they want a better life. Some people come and some people leave. Only this city will stand here forever, becoming more and more prosperous and becoming the dream city of countless people.

Coming down from the crowded subway, Huajin saw people doing art and hurried pedestrians, so there was no time to stop. Huajin touched her overcoat, took out some change, and put it in the box in front of the other party.

"Thank you." The little busker thanked her in a low voice.

This is a little girl with baby fat on her face, clear eyes and full of hope. Hua Jin put her hand in her coat pocket and smiled faintly: "You are welcome, many people rush to work in the morning, so other things are ignored."

After that, I pointed to the staff who came here: "It seems that talent shows are not allowed here. Why don't you change the place?"

Obviously, she was only doing art to beg for life, but she was gently called by the other party as a "talent show". The little girl smiled gratefully at Huajin.

Jinhui smiled and walked out of the subway station following the flow of people.

She was trembling with the cold outside, and walked quickly towards the place to work.

"Little Huahua." Tan Yuan saw Huajin coming and opened the door from inside, letting Huajin come in quickly, "The wind outside today is a bit strong, are you cold?"

"It's okay." Hua Jin rubbed her hands, took off her coat, folded it and put it in the locker, and sorted out the things in the store. The furnishings in the store are full of embroidery and lacquerware, many of which are handmade by Tan Yuan's parents, which can be regarded as the store's signature to attract customers.

The two elders don't care much about the business now, so Tan Yuan is the big boss of the shop. She can barely be regarded as the second boss and get along very happily with each other.

"I took a custom carp embroidery ornament last night. You know I've always been bad at carp embroidery. This can only work hard for you." Tan Yuan lay back on the table and yawned lazily. "Now young people, just do nothing. Indulge in worshiping koi and sucking pandas. With so many interesting embroidery products in Shu embroidery circles, these two are the most popular."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at Hua Jin and saw that she was carefully wiping the koi lotus fan screen, as if it had mysterious power on it, which could make people enter the gold every day.

"Hush." ​​Huajin set the fan screen, turned to Tan Yuan and said, "Little glutinous rice balls, the mysterious power of koi carp, you such a vulgar and ordinary person cannot understand."

"Yes, yes." Tan Yuan nodded, "Actually you shouldn't be called Huajin, you should be called Huajinli."

"If the police uncle is not too troublesome, I would like to change the name to flower koi panda, cats and fishes, auspicious!" Hua Jin walked to the chair and sat down. Although their store is small, it is better than the exquisite decoration. It's pretty stylish.

The price of customized products is higher, and they are all embroidered by hand, using the best color embroidery thread and Shu brocade. It is a pity that modern life is fast-paced, and few people deliberately spend high prices on custom embroidery. In order to keep up with the times and escape poverty and run for a well-off, they also sell small pendants with Shu embroidery style, blessing bags, scarves and shawls.

Some literary and artistic youths are still willing to spend some spare money to make accessories for these things with traditional artistic style and feelings.

For many ordinary people, they don't care whether the embroidery they buy is Shu embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Suzhou embroidery, Guangdong embroidery, etc. As long as they are beautiful and attractive, and the price is acceptable, they may spend money. Huajin and Tan Yuan are well aware of the current situation. In order to run this store well, they must not only be aesthetically in line with the times, but also try to retain the characteristics of Shu embroidery.

Tan Yuan’s parents are more traditional craftsmen. The second elder does not know what “connecting with the times” means, but as there are more and more young customers in the store, the second elder does not say much.

Huajin sat next to the embroidery frame, embroidering the unfinished picture of fame and wealth. Tan Yuan placed the incense in the shop, barely making the shop a little more ancient.

Embroidering samples in the store can not only arouse the curiosity of customers, but also make them believe that the things in the store are all hand-embroidered instead of using a machine to embroider them and then sell them at high prices under the banner of hand-embroidering.

In recent years, as some young people have paid attention to traditional art, some black-hearted merchants have begun to sell their feelings, holding ordinary embroidery products embroidered by machines, and boasting that they are artificial hand embroidery. This has attracted some fooled customers to think that the so-called traditional embroidery art is nothing but in this way.

Tan Yuan's mother, Gao Shulan, Huajin's master, often sighed helplessly because of these things. However, in such a big world, many things will not change due to personal will. The only thing they can do is not to change their original aspirations and let every object in their hands have its own characteristics.

There were basically no guests at eight or nine in the morning. The flowers were splendid for a while, and heard footsteps from the door. Looking up, a middle-aged man wearing a gray coat stood outside the door and looked inward. His neck retracted and his arms were not. Hanging naturally behind him, it looks a little cramped.

Putting down the needle, Hua Jin got up and walked to the door: "Welcome, if you have any needs, please enter the store and watch it slowly."

The man squeezed a smile at her, Hua Jin noticed that he secretly wiped his hands on the hem of his pants twice before gently stepping in the door. He moved cautiously, as if he was afraid of stepping on the floor under his feet and rubbing the contents of the store.

He turned his gaze around in the shop, then turned to see that Hua Jin hadn't been staring at him all the time before continuing to look. The store has fashionable and retro handbags, as well as exquisite and beautiful Shu embroidered high heels, group fans, ornaments, cloaks, hats, and even a set of reduced versions of Fengguanxiamen.

"Do you... have quilts sold here?" The man spoke in substandard Mandarin, turning his head to look at Hua Jin, "It's the red dragon and phoenix quilt."

Now in this era, there are many styles of quilt covers, and machine embroidery can meet various requirements. Hand-embroidered quilts like Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang not only bother when embroidering, but are also outdated and old-fashioned in the eyes of many people. Now even newlyweds don’t like to use this quilt in the wedding room. Li naturally wouldn't prepare this: "Sorry, there is no quilt in our store."

Hearing Hua Jin's answer, the middle-aged man seemed not surprised, he nodded and was about to go outside.

"Please wait a minute." Hua Jin saw that the man could walk profusely even in March weather, turned around and took him a glass of water in the drinking fountain, "Do you have to buy a dragon and phoenix quilt?"

The man dressed slightly shabby, he couldn't let go of his hands and feet when he came to such a small shop with exquisite decoration. When the beautiful shopkeeper poured water on himself, he thanked him again and again. His eyebrows and eyes were stained with melancholy, wrinkles left furrows after another on his dark forehead, and the rough big hands holding the paper cup trembled slightly.

Perhaps he was depressed for a long time, and when he saw a strange young girl, he also had an idea to talk.

"Twenty years ago, I married my baby's **** mother. At that time, I told her that if I became rich in the future, I would definitely buy her a long and phoenix red quilt. But these years, we paid for the baby's tuition and house repairs. The old man’s money for medical treatment was rushing around to work. Now that she is seriously ill, I remembered that many of the promises made to her had not been fulfilled." The man in his forties squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, covering his face with one hand. He looked ugly when he cried, and even leaked the long-sleeved shirt with frayed edges inside his jacket.

"I'm not a thing, useless and useless..." The man said hoarsely, "Finally collected some money to send her to the big city to see a doctor, but the doctor said that she was in the terminal stage of cancer. That's it for me, that's it for me. "

With a face full of wind and frost, he counted his wife's goodness, how he was useless, and said that he had found many places in this city, but he had not found the kind of dragon and phoenix quilt his wife wanted.

Seeing a big man crying like this, Tan Yuan looked up at Huajin at a loss. Unfortunately, Huajin lowered her head and she couldn't see Huajin's expression clearly.

"Listen to your accent, it should be from a city in the southwest. Maybe we are still very fellow." Hua Jin raised her head and handed the tissue to the man. "If you really need it, I can help you make one. set."

The dragon and phoenix red quilt was once a favorite among customers in Shu embroidery.

All sorts of unfortunate things always happen in the human world, and the notion that people have to be cured is a common sense in many ordinary people. But ordinary people certainly don't know how difficult it is for a poor family to send their seriously ill family members to a big city for treatment.

Feelings and humanity are sometimes vulnerable to money. It is precisely in this way that the commendability of simple feelings is shown.