Feast of Flowers

The previous two sending flowers brocade home were in the evening, Pei Yan has not seen the life environment of the brocade completely. When he found that the alley was dilapidated and old, with a pit in the east and a bulge in the west, he couldn't help but frown. Hua Jin went home every night, so did he go this way?

After the alley, there is a small open space with thick dust accumulated on the open space, and the original appearance of the concrete floor is almost invisible. A few weeds grow in the cracks of the ground, and they live very stubbornly. The house behind the vacant lot has mottled walls and dark gray lines on it. I don't know if it is moss, or it has been washed away by rain.

Clothes were hung in a mess on the balconies on each floor, and colorful quilts on the roofs fluttered in the wind.

"You live in a place like this?" Pei Yan suspected that this house was older than him. He glanced at the third floor, where there was a man standing by the corner of the balcony smoking a cigarette, and his brows were instantly frowned. "Are you safe to live here alone?"

"I have lived here for a long time. The landlord is kind and doesn't raise rents randomly. The neighbors are also easy to get along with..."

As soon as Huajin's voice fell, I heard Grandma Chen on the second floor scolding, who stole her dried vegetables.

If it weren’t for the makeup, Huajin wanted to cover her face now. She blinked, “I don’t like sharing with people. Although the house here is a bit old, the tenants live in their own houses and the rent is not high. Okay." Seeing Pei Yan's face of disbelief, she couldn't help but smile, "For a single girl like me, living in this kind of house is already considered a luxury. There are more people for it. Save money and rent a few square meters of basement and small shack together with others. There is a saying that poverty limits the imagination of the poor to the rich, and I think being rich also limits the imagination of poverty among you rich people."

"Who is yin and yang scolding?" Sister Qin stood on the balcony on the fourth floor, with her right hand akimbo, and her left finger pointing downstairs, "As if someone has a few stinky rotten vegetable leaves, don't scold someone if you lose something. If you don’t bother others, it’s annoying."

Seeing this woman, Pei Yan thought of Mr. Lu Xun's "Hometown", the tofu Xishi Yang Ersao. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although Huajin's mouth is still neat, compared with these two, I am afraid that he can only be scolded to nothing.

At the moment of his trance, the quarrel between Old Lady Chen and Sister Qin has escalated from rotten vegetable leaves to personal attacks. Pei Yan has lived 27 years old and is considered knowledgeable, but this kind of unreserved He hasn't encountered the quarrel scene before.

For a while, I was surprised and dumbfounded.

"Bah, I’m not like some black-hearted women who don’t want to be stinky. I married a scumbag and ran out in a mess, and I had to introduce my natal family to other beautiful girls. What is my natal family? , Don't have any points in my heart? Why do you still harm others?!"

"Your sons and daughters are all good things, they are all good things, but unfortunately they don't want to live with you. What is my family's thing that has something to do with you?" Sister Qin poohed, "Look at your old lack of things. ,I bother!"

Hua Jin pulled La Peiyan's sleeve and whispered: "Mr. Pei, let's go." If we don't go, the fire will burn on her.

Pei Yan, who was listening with great relish, only reacted when Hua Jin pulled his sleeves for a while. He whispered: "Will they fight?"

"No." Hua Jin said affirmatively, "The two of them sometimes quarrel, but they can't fight. Grandma Chen is so old, how dare Sister Qin do it with her? They are just arguing. People are used to it."

Unfortunately, Hua Jin dragged Pei Yan two steps before being discovered by Mrs. Chen.

"Xiaohua, wait!" When Mrs. Chen saw Huajin, she seemed to be assisted. She pointed to Pei Yan next to Huajin and said, "I also want to introduce relatives to Xiaohua. Look at what her boyfriend is. It looks better than your relatives, with longer legs than your relatives, and even the clothes you wear are better than those of your relatives."

Huajin and Pei Yan looked at each other. At this moment, they finally understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Pei Yan: Boyfriend? She's talking about me?

Huajin: This is all a misunderstanding...

Pei Yan: I will take you home, not only for gas, but also for fame?

Flower brocade:...

She turned around and smiled awkwardly at Granny Chen, and was about to explain to Granny Chen that Pei Yan was just her friend, and she saw a young man in a sports suit walking out of the alley.

The young man's eyes brightened when he saw Hua Jin, but when he saw Pei Yan next to Hua Jin, his foot stepping on Hua Jin retracted.

Sister Qin was about to scold Mr. Chen for being too nosy, but when she saw her natal nephew appeared, she had to swallow her breath. If the quarrel continues, not only will her nephew be embarrassed, but Hua Jin and her boyfriend will also be embarrassed.

When she saw sister Qin's nephew, Mrs. Chen also chose to die. The person she disliked the most was Sister Qin. This young man was handsome and did not offend her. She was afraid that she would embarrass the young man if she continued to scold her.

The two chose to truce very tacitly, but for the sake of face, they both stood on the balcony and did not leave, as if whoever returned to the house first would lose.

"Hello." Hua Jin nodded slightly towards the other party.

Pei Yan tilted his head slightly, his eyes swept across Hua Jin's body, he felt Hua Jin's alienation from this man.

"Hello." The cut-out young man smiled reluctantly. He stammered, "What a coincidence."

"Are you here to find Sister Qin?" Hua Jin pointed upstairs, "Sister Qin happens to be at home. Go up."

"Oh...oh, okay." The young man seemed to come back to his senses. He reluctantly walked past Hua Jin and asked a little unwillingly after walking a few steps, "Is this... your boyfriend? "

Hua Jin smiled and did not answer.

The young man's eyes dimmed a little bit, and the smile on his face could hardly hold up: "I'm sorry." He bowed his head and walked into the dilapidated corridor without street lights, Hua Jin glanced at his back, and withdrew himself expressionlessly. Eyes.

"I'll send you out." Hua Jin raised her head and smiled at Pei Yan, "You won't be used to this kind of living atmosphere." The poor and high-ranking Mr. Pei was scared by the quarrel.

"I sent you in, and you sent me out again. Isn't this a mess?" Pei Yan glanced at the somewhat dilapidated building behind. The old lady on the second floor and the woman on the fourth floor didn't know when they had entered. After the room, he asked Hua Jin, "Which floor do you live?"

"Fourth floor." After Hua Jin returned this sentence, he saw Pei Yan's expression become tangled and smiled, "Don't think too much, I get along well with them. Sister Qin sometimes cooks soup, but Will give me a bowl. Grandma Chen often gives me dried vegetables and medicinal wine. They may have many unpleasant shortcomings, but they are not evil. Like them, I am a member of all living beings, or annoying, Or likable."

"You are different from them." Pei Yan blurted out.

"Where is it different?"

Where is it different?

Pei Yan didn't know how Huajin was different from them, saying that she was more gentle and pleasing than them, and Pei Yan felt that she couldn't say it. Isn't this a bright compliment? If you really say that, doesn't this flower peacock raise its tail?

"You are younger and better-looking than them."

"Everyone will grow old, and everyone will become less beautiful." Seeing Pei Yan's expression "I don't want to praise you, but I must reluctantly praise you", Hua Jin couldn't help laughing, "They also have the most The young and most beautiful time is just something that has been worn away by life."

Pei Yan fell silent. Most of the women he had come into contact with were exquisite and elegant. Even if they met their husbands and sons, they would still use gorgeous costumes as battle clothes.

In front of everyone, this kind of thing will never happen for a few words, a few pieces of dried vegetables.

"Here." Walking out of the alley, Hua Jin looked at the luxury car parked not far away. She looked at Pei Yan with a smile, "Be careful on the way home."

"You are still a little different from them." Looking at Hua Jin's smiling face, Pei Yan hesitated for a few seconds, and then said the words in his heart, "There is hope in your eyes."

"Thank you." Hua Jin was stunned, then smiled and said, "I am one of the heirs to the future of Shu embroidery."

"In order to put gold on my own face, I don't even need my face." Astonished by Hua Jin's shameless words, Pei Yan couldn't help sighing. At a moment ago, how could he feel that he needs to say something? Come to comfort Huajin.

Sitting in the car and starting the engine, Pei Yan found that Huajin in the rearview mirror was still standing in the alley, with a faint smile on his face, incredibly gentle. He suddenly wanted to see Hua Jin's expression in the flashlight, so he turned off the fire, unfastened his seat belt, opened the car door and got up to look at the alley.

Huajin no longer stood there.

At this moment, Pei Yan was unspeakably lost.

In the next few days, neither Hua Jin nor Tan Yuan received any orders, but a few of the finished products in the store were sold. They have long been used to this kind of desertedness. Apart from drinking tea and chatting in the shop, they embroidered and made lacquerware. The days were pretty pleasant.

When the two of them were eating at noon, Tan Yuan talked to an unfamiliar female artist in the entertainment industry: "She is also really pitiful. The family favors sons over daughters. Her younger brother owes usury, and her parents are arguing for her sister to pay it back. Two months Before walking on the red carpet, some people ridiculed her for being too poor to wear hundreds of counterfeit goods. There was an important event two weeks later. Now some netizens are speculating about which counterfeit dress she will wear this time."

Hua Jin glanced at the pictures on the screen of Tan Yuan’s phone. The female artist was very beautiful, but her eyes were filled with fatigue. She put down her chopsticks: “If she doesn’t want to solve this kind of sick family relationship, she will be stuck forever. There is no escape inside."

"Her parents are also really cruel, and the daughter managed to get a little grade, so she tossed her like that. The son is not well educated, but is just spoiled. Isn't it harmful when he grows up?" Tan Yuan can't get used to this kind of patriarchy. The behavior, "What age is this, and there are patriarchal things, disgusting."

"It's not uncommon to be patriarchal, or to give preference to the youngest sons and young daughters, so that the eldest sons and eldest daughters are wronged." Hua Jin lowered his eyelids and said in a weak tone. "There is no shortage of such unfair things in the world." Wipe your mouth clean with a tissue, "By the way, the cheongsam customization I received last time is basically completed, but the cheongsam buckle I made is not as good as Aunt Gao. You take the cheongsam back tonight and let Aunt Gao help. Come on."

"Your name is not good?" Tan Yuan said helplessly, "Do you know that my mother often regrets that you are not her daughter."

Hua Jin squeezed Tan Yuan's soft face: "I also want to have parents like Gao Aunt and Uncle Tan, but who told me I love you the most, so I can't do anything to rob your parents."

"It's a great pity that life meets stunning beauty, but it's the same sex." Tan Yuan sighed, put the fast food box away and threw it into the trash can at the back.

"Excuse me, I'm bothering you." A Huang Yanyan's head appeared at the door of the store, "Faculturist, have you indirectly customized it recently?"

"Mr. Yang?" Huajin came and greeted him with a smile. Like this kind of rich and generous guests who are not picky, they are sorry for their wallets if they are not enthusiastic.

"I didn't expect the flower embroiderer to remember me." Yang Shao's eyes turned around Huajin and Tan Yuan, "It's like this, it will be my grandma's birthday more than a month later, I think she likes you very much. Panda, I just want to ask you to help me customize a panda embroidered screen. The price is easy to negotiate."

Embroidering the screen has to adopt the double-sided embroidery process, and the time is tight for more than a month. Fortunately, Tan Yuan can make screen frames and can help her with some auxiliary work. If the two of them rush to work together, there is still no problem.

Hua Jin understood Yang Shao's needs, and briefly explained the production process to Yang Shao. After hearing Yang Shao dizzy, he transferred a large deposit to them on the spot.

"Thank you so much." Hua Jin was willing to take this order, which made Yang Shao very happy. Now the old lady at home doesn't like the embroideries that anyone sends, so she likes the handkerchief made by the flower embroiderer. In order to make the old lady happy, his parents rushed him to place an order.

"It's me thanking Mr. Yang for taking care of our business." Hua Jin issued the deposit ticket to Yang Shao, and Yang Shao put it in his coat pocket. "The embroidery master, you are too kind, what can you do for help in the future? Just make a call."

"Thank you." Hua Jin sent Yang Shao out, and Tan Yuan said with emotion, "These rich people are really generous."

"For these rich and identifiable people, it is best that things can be solved quickly and perfectly, and things that can be solved with money are not counted." This Mr. Yang is polite to her everywhere, speaking and doing things very thoughtfully , But that is a habit brought by others. If she really takes the casual phrase "call if you need it" seriously, it would be boring to ask herself.

"However, I like it." Hua Jin said with a smile, "I'm going to the God of Wealth to worship Grandpa God of Wealth recently, thanking his old man for helping me with fortune."

"Here again..." Tan Yuan sighed, "This Mr. Yang didn't ask for any orders, what are we going to do?"

"Do it with the highest standards within the time frame." Huajin took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Pineapple Fine's WeChat, "You get what you pay for."

Two minutes later, the other party asked them to make embroidery according to the highest standards within the time allowed, as she expected.

"It seems that your superstition every day is still useful, and you have the ability to predict."

"What foresight, I have a comprehensive understanding of customer psychology." Hua Jin shook his head. "To become a successful craftsman, you must grasp both craftsmanship and the market."

"Sister Hua makes sense, and the younger sister admires it."

A few days later, Tan Yuan painted the lacquerware at home. Huajin was the only one in the shop. The female customer who had customized cheongsam before came to pick up the clothes two days in advance. This time she still wrapped herself tightly, even more careful than last time, even using a mask.

"Your cheongsam is ready. If you need to modify it, you can contact me." Seeing that the customer didn't want to let people see her face, Huajin didn't ask him to try clothes in the store. Just briefly mentioned a few washing methods.

"Thank you." The female customer swiped the card and noticed an embroidered handbag on the shelf. "This bag is ordered by someone else or is a finished product ready to be sold."

"It's a finished product ready to be sold in the store." Hua Jin put on fine velvet gloves, took the bag off and handed it to the female customer, "You can try the feel."

"No need, wrap it up for me." Seeing Huajin approaching, the female customer pulled her mask up uncomfortably.

Noting her move, Hua Jin took a few steps back: "Okay, please wait a moment."

The transaction was just completed and the female customer had not had time to go out. A couple of men and women walked in. The man carried the camera in his hand and the woman with the wireless microphone in his hand, and walked directly towards Huajin.

Hua Jin noticed that when the two people came in, the female customer who wrapped herself tightly was a little flustered, turned her body around, and pretended to look at the goods in the store.

"Hello, do you have any needs?" Hua Jin pretended not to see the female customer's response, smiling at the men and women who had just entered the door.

"Hello, we are the reporters of the "True Love in the World" column. We saw a very touching story on the Internet. After contacting the client, we learned that you are the embroiderer who helped the client. May I interview you briefly? Sent?" The female reporter was very young and smiled very amiably.

Huajin has some doubts, what moving story?

Did she do anything good that even the TV station should pay attention to?

Looking at the black hole of the camera, Huajin's mind is in a mess. The makeup she put on in the morning is not messed up. The clothes on her body shouldn't be ugly in the lens, right?

Hua Jin was roaring in her heart, but she tried to show an elegant and polite smile to the reporter: "Of course it’s okay. Please sit here, but I’m not sure what happened. You can tell me what it is. Something?"

Aunt Gao, your good apprentice is going to be on TV!

The author has something to say: Hua Jingao smiled coldly, and inside: rubbing hands with excitement, I'm going to be on TV! On TV! ! I want to post to Moments~