Feast of Flowers

These words of Teacher Sun made Hua Jin stunned for a long time. Looking at her hands that have become rough or even deformed due to years of persistent straw weaving, Hua Jin smiled and said: "No, the teachers are all very good."

"It's fine if you are not scared." Teacher Sun was a little pleased. "Tonight, the interview with you will be broadcast. Unfortunately, it is too late now. You can't see the premiere. Remember to watch the replay tomorrow at noon."

Hua Jin looked at Teacher Sun in surprise. How could Teacher Sun know about her interview with a TV reporter.

Seeing Hua Jin's expression like this, Teacher Sun laughed and said, "I forgot to tell you that the reporter who interviewed you last time was my niece. After coming back, she loved the handkerchief you gave her, and later saw you. With the business card given to her, I knew that the person she interviewed that day was you."

Huajin didn't expect such a coincidence in the world. No wonder Mrs. Sun would introduce her to those seniors. She stretched out her hand and asked for a taxi, "Mr. Sun, where do you live, I'll take you back first."

"No, I'll just ride a shared bicycle and go back." Teacher Sun waved his hand, "Taking a taxi is too expensive to waste."

"The fare is pricey. It is priceless for you to bring me to increase my knowledge." Hua Jin helped Teacher Sun get into the car, "You have been so hard to accompany me, this night, don't send your old man home safely. , How can I rest assured?"

The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car. Teacher Sun reported the address to the driver and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey, sister Zhou asked me to pull you into the group just now. I forgot how I left the house. Come on. , Let’s add a WeChat friend and I will pull you into the group."

Hua Jin obediently took out his mobile phone and clicked on the QR code to add friends with Teacher Sun, and then he was pulled into a WeChat group called "Wannianqing". There were not many people in the group, and she had only a dozen people.

My family's surname Zhou: Sun sister, you brought in Xiaohua, I thought you forgot.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Zhou Yun looks so elegant, but his name is so domineering.

Fanhua: Hello, Teacher Zhou.

My family's surname Zhou: The group is my own, so don't be too polite. There are people who knead dough, people who squeeze bottles and cans, weaving grass, and people who carve tree roots. They are all older than you. We are not particular about it, just have a good chat.

When the news of Zhou Yun came out, some people in the group came out to speak, and the names they took were very interesting, such as "Tang with the roots of the tree", "Shen with the pinch of the pot", "My sugar painting Jiangshan", "Mianrenerqian" Wait, the style is lively and it is easy to identify them.

Hua Jin also found that these old ladies and old ladies are very fast at refreshing their screens. They use emoticons very skillfully, and there are even many interesting emoticons that even a young man like her does not have.

This is a group of old ladies who are engaged in traditional handicrafts but are very fashionable.

Silently saved a few interesting emoticons, Hua Jin chatted with these old people a few words, and then received a bunch of friend applications. Huajin passed all the applications and gave them the names "Teacher Tanghuajiang", "Mr. Puppet Qian", "Teacher Shudiao Tang" and so on. The teacher Sun sitting next to her accidentally saw her remarks and shook his head. , "Whether the teacher is not the teacher, we are just being stubborn and clinging to the old things."

"Who said that you are obviously the masters who guard traditional beauty." Hua Jin filled in the notes of the new friends one by one, and smiled at Teacher Sun, "If you are old and stubborn, then I am not a little stubborn?"

Teacher Sun was coaxed by Huajin and smiled. Looking at young people like Huajin, she seemed to see the hope for the future of traditional art.

Sending Teacher Sun to the door, Hua Jin refused the invitation of the other party to invite her to come in and rest, and turned and went downstairs.

Squeezing into the subway along the crowd, Hua Jin was on the subway and saw many tired and numb young people playing with mobile phones. There were not many passengers on this route. Huajin found a seat. Not long after sitting down, a couple began to quarrel not far away.

The quarrel between the two attracted the attention of many passengers. When they noticed everyone's gaze, the girl might be a little uninterested, turning her back to face the window, her shoulders shaking slightly, she should be crying.

"Cry and cry, you know cry." The boy was still angry, "but our current income can't live here all the time. Prices are low in my hometown, and I have family members at my job. What are you dissatisfied with? of?!"

The girl still did not speak, and the shaking of her shoulders increased.

Hua Jin closed his eyes back, and such a thing happened almost every day. The pressure of life is enough to kill all feelings and patience, and many people are struggling for life.

After a while, when she raised her head again, the couple had no longer quarreling, and the boy accompany the girl with two tissues in his hand. Neither of them spoke. Hua Jin looked at the girl's face in a daze.

When the subway arrived, Huajin got off the subway. The air-conditioning in the subway was too much, and she shuddered. Walking to the exit, the feeling of alternating hot and cold made her whole person energetic. After walking for a while, she came to the alley downstairs of the rental house. She saw a red sports car parked more than ten meters away from here.

She couldn't help but take another look, remembering that when Pei Yan took her home, she also liked to park the car there, and couldn't help but hook her mouth.

Seeing Huajin entering the alley, Pei Yan, who was lying under the steering wheel, slowly poked her head out, remembering his inexplicable hiding behavior just now, Pei Yan stretched out and pulled the tie on his neck, and sighed.

Turning his head to look at the dark alley, he started the car and drove the car away from this place.

He didn't know what he was avoiding, or even why he had to sit outside this broken alley for two or three hours, it was like...like a disgusting pervert.

When he got home, Pei Yan opened the shower, adjusted the water to cold, and rushed towards his face.

Cold water might make him sober.

"Mr. Pei, are you back?" The helper knocked on the door outside.

Drying her face with a towel, Pei Yan opened the door: "Well, what's the matter?"

"In the afternoon, Mr. Meng Tao brought a gift here." The helper brought a wooden box.

"Meng Tao?" Pei Yan took the wooden box, thanked the helper, turned and put the wooden box on the table. Putting the towel on top of his head, he easily opened the lid. After seeing what was in the box, his movements froze.

Inside the box is a very exquisite lady embroidery screen with a signature on it, which is the work of a master embroidery artist in China.

On the embroidered screen, there is also a beautiful card that says, "Occasionally I got this beautiful thing, I can't bear the pearl, I will give it to Mr. Pei."

Dust the Pearl?

Oh, is it not a pearl to give him dust? When did he say that he likes this stuff?

After closing the lid, Pei Yan threw the towel on his head aside. How did he get involved with embroidery after getting acquainted with Hua Jin?

When his cell phone rang, Pei Yan received news from an assistant saying that it was the 20th anniversary of the death of a master of traditional musical instruments. His descendants wanted to exhibit the musical instruments and materials he made during his lifetime. They hoped to rent the exhibition hall. The price is favorable.

After reading the information sent by the assistant, Pei Yan remembered that Hua Jin said that traditional craftsmanship has become more and more difficult nowadays, and how many craftsmanship has been lost.

Looking at the black-and-white photo of an old man with a kind face on the screen, Pei Yan pinched the bridge of his nose and replied with the assistant message: "Lend them for free."

Traditional craftsmanship is one family, and he supports traditional industries.

I met Mr. Mark again in his studio. After visiting Mr. Mark’s studio, Hua Jin had to admit a cruel reality. Her studio can only be regarded as a small workshop. This style of decoration, large area, has Many assistants' studios are called Gao Dashang.

After signing the work agreement, Mark got up and shook hands with Hua Jin: "I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss Hua Jin to have a light meal?"

"Mr. Mark, you are too polite." Hua Jin let go and smiled at Mark, "How can I trouble you?"

"Dining with Ms. Huajin is a spiritual pleasure, how can it be trouble." Mark said with a smile, "Please."

"Thank you then." Hua Jin answered, and the two walked into the elevator together, and Mark's assistant pressed the elevator for them. The three of them came to a western restaurant with a beautiful environment and found a secluded corner to sit down.

"Actually, when I first met Miss Huajin, I was very surprised." Mark poured a glass of red wine for Huajin, "You are much younger than I thought."

"Mr. Mark, you have become such a powerful designer at such a young age, what else is surprising about me?" Hua Jin took the red wine glass and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I am thirty-four this year. When I was in college, you were still in elementary school. If we knew each other then, you might call me uncle." Mark smiled, "Not young anymore."

Hua Jin smiled and did not answer. Today's Mark wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and when he smiles, he has a somewhat refined taste. From the outside, he is not like a designer dealing with fashion, but more like a professor in school.

Mark is a person who makes people feel good. He not only pays attention to proportions, but also shows his respect for women in his words and deeds. Such a man is almost perfect.

After dinner, Mark offered to send Huajin back, but Huajin refused. She was half serious and half jokingly said: "Mr. Mark, please rest assured, I will not run halfway before finishing the embroidery you need. ."

Mark chuckled and didn't insist on sending Huajin back. He reached for a taxi and drove her into the car.

"Hua Jin, see you next time." Mark stood outside the car door, bowing his head and smiling at Hua Jin.

Hua Jin nodded and smiled at Mark, turned to look straight ahead, and reported the location of the shop to the driver.

"Teacher." The assistant glanced at the expression on Mark's face, "Do I need to order flowers?"

"No, no need." Mark shook his head. "This lady Huajin is a lady worthy of respect."

"I understand." The assistant stopped speaking.

Back in the store, Hua Jin threw the bag on the sofa: "Tangyuan, where are the instant noodles in the store?"

"What's wrong with you?" Tan Yuan pulled out a box of instant noodles from the cabinet and threw it to Huajin. "Take it, it's not expired yet."

"Thank you dear, you are my savior." Tearing the lid of the instant noodle bucket, Hua Jin said while tearing the seasoning bag, "Quickly, turn on the TV. There will be a rerun of my TV show at noon today. "

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon." Tan Yuan turned on the TV, "Where is there a rebroadcast? But my mother took a few photos on the TV. I'll go back and ask her to send you some photos at night."

"I know Aunt Gao loves me the most." Hua Jin put the boiling water into the instant noodle bucket, stared at the TV for several times, and the show was over. She feels a little regretful, but it is a pity that the store is not installed on the Internet, otherwise it can be replayed, so she can watch it at Tan Yuan's house at night.

"Is Mr. Mark so stingy? Inviting you to cooperate, not even for lunch?" Tan Yuan changed a plate of stronger fragrance and lit it, "I still have two bags of dried bean curd in my bag. I'll get you."

"Please, I have not eaten enough." Hua Jin smiled bitterly, "In order to be not rude when talking to people, I drank some tasteless gruel and got hungry early. I'm a descendant of Shu embroidery. In front of people, one must hold on to the intellectual and elegant side."

"People who eat more than pigs also mean to say that they are intellectual and elegant." Tan Yuan handed her dried tofu, "Or I will give you some takeaway."

"No, I put my stomach on my lunch at noon, and now I have enough instant noodles."

Just as the instant noodles were soaked, Hua Jin was holding a plastic fork and was about to put her mouth, she suddenly heard a scream at the door: "Hua Embroidery Master, how can you eat this kind of food?"

Holding a plastic fork in her right hand, holding the dried bean curd in her left hand, Hua Jin looked at the person at the door blankly. What did she eat, isn't it just a bucket of instant noodles?

Yang Shao walked into the door quickly, and said with a sad expression: "I will pay you the balance first. You can make the embroidery screen slowly, not in a hurry."

"No, wait..."

Watching Yang Shao take the mobile phone to transfer money in one go, Hua Jin bit the plastic fork and looked at the transfer reminder on the mobile phone. After a long time, he said: "Mr. Yang, are you coming here today, what's the matter?"

"Oh." Yang Shao patted his head and put an invitation card with the word "Shou" in front of Huajin. "My grandma heard that I ordered an embroidered screen with you, so I want to invite you to join her. Birthday Banquet, I'm here to run errands to send invitations."

Huajin wiped her hands with a paper towel, picked up the invitation card and opened it: "Thanks to the old lady, I will come by then."

Yang Shao suddenly laughed when he heard the words: "That would be great, thank you, flower embroidery master."

"The old lady has a long life. It is my blessing that I can go to her birthday banquet." Hua Jin closed the invitation card. "Mr. Yang, you are too polite." Although the aesthetics of pineapple essence is not mainstream Some, but very filial to the elders.

"Where is it." Yang Shao scratched his head and smiled, lowering his head to look at the instant noodles in front of Huajin, "Hua Embroidery Master, you must take care of your body and pay attention to supplementing nutrients."

"Okay." Hua Jin laughed. At this moment, in Yang Shao's eyes, she was probably almost the same as the winter cabbage.

"Then I'm leaving." Yang Shao was afraid that he would say too much and it would make Huajin's face difficult, so he had to turn around and leave the embroidery shop in three steps. Tan Yuan looked at him from behind, and said to Hua Jin, "This rich second generation has a pretty good heart."

"The shot is generous." Hua Jin switched on the phone and glanced at the transfer amount. It was a lovely pineapple essence.

"I admire them and envy them..."

Watching Hua Jin smiling on TV, Pei Yan leaned on the sofa, and when the show was over, he played it back again.

The flower brocade on the TV screen has a gentle and tolerant smile, and those eyes are like Bibotan, beautiful and quiet. She said that she came from a poor country and that she envied a beautiful family. So what is her family like?

Excellent grades but no chance to go to university, and a leg injury at a young age. He is obviously just an ordinary person, but he wants more people to like Shu embroidery. Even to embroider a piece of work, he travels far to ask questions. Take notes.

And that mouth that can anger people...

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Grandpa Zhang, how are you doing recently?"

"I have a friend who has an old wound on her leg. It is easy to get pain in rainy days. Can you help her take a look?"

"Well, I will definitely have a drink with your old man at that time."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Yan looked at the exquisite embroidery in the camera, and leaned on the sofa, just as if he was nosy again and contributed to the traditional industry.

The phone rang, he pressed the answer button, and Yang Shao's loud voice came from the receiver.

"Brother Pei, I'm here to play with you, are you at home?"

"No." Pei Yan refused mercilessly.

"Let me tell you, the flower embroiderer had a terrible life."

"What's wrong with her?" Pei Yan frowned and sat up straight.

"She can't even afford to eat, it's really pitiful to work in this industry."

The author has something to say: Yang Shao: Let me accompany the misrepresentation of military affairs and live a smart life~