Feast of Flowers

Hua Jin opened the door and saw Pei Yan lying pitifully on the bed, looking at the door with watery eyes, like a helpless little milk dog. Her heart was so soft that she quickly walked to the bed and reached out to probe his forehead: "It's still a bit hot, her face is so bad, have you eaten anything in the morning?"

"I don't have an appetite, I don't want to eat." Pei Yan grabbed Hua Jin's hand, "I was dizzy and vomiting, and I felt like the sky was spinning, but seeing you makes me feel better."

"I’m not honest when I’m sick. What sweet talk." Huajin glanced at the medicine bottle, one-third of the liquid in it was left. She sighed and glanced at his needle-piercing hand, "I'll give it to you. Make fruit porridge, you take a rest first."

"Don't go." Pei Yan grabbed her hand, "Just sit here and stay with me for a while, OK?"

Seeing him staring at him eagerly, Hua Jin sat back on the side of the bed and tidied his quilt: "Then I will wait until the bottle of water is finished before going down."

"Okay." Pei Yan looked at Hua Jin's side face and pressed her face to her palm, "I planned to take you to Dr. Lin tomorrow and give you a change of ointment. It seems that only a few days have passed. Up."

"My knee is an old problem. It doesn't make any difference between morning and evening." Hua Jin sighed, "Take care of your own body first, so I can rest assured."

Pei Yan's spirit was not very good, so she forced herself to talk to Hua Jin for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep. Hua Jin got up and touched his forehead, a layer of fine sweat erupted from it.

Sweating is a good thing, and the fever should go away later.

Go downstairs and ask the doctor to change the potion for Pei Yan, and Hua Jin asks the helper aunt to take her to the kitchen. The kitchen in Pei Yan's house is very large, with everything you need for kitchenware. Some kitchenware Huajin has never been seen.

There was a cook in the kitchen cooking soup. He was surprised when he saw her coming in, but he found that the helper aunt accompanied her and smiled.

Huajin's cooking skills are not superb, but she has been washing and cooking from elementary school and can at least reach the standard of normal home cooking. Perhaps it was because she had to cook every day when she was a child, and she was scolded if she didn't do well. After she came to this city and lived alone, she became less keen on cooking.

When she was a child, her living conditions were not good. She had a bad appetite after catching a cold and fever. If it happened during the fruit harvest season, grandma would use rock candy and fruit to cook for her. She ate it in her mouth, full of sweetness.

When I was young, the sweetness of rock candy can be sweetened to my heart, even if more than ten years have passed, it is unforgettable.

After preparing the ingredients for the fruit porridge, Hua Jin began to slowly cook the porridge in a casserole. When adding fruit later, she asked the chef, "Is there any sugar in the kitchen?"

"Sugar?" The chef froze for a moment, and helped Huajin find several jars, each containing a different sugar. "Yes, but Mr. Pei doesn't like too sweet food."

"I see, thank you for letting me know." Hua Jin scooped up a rock candy with a sugar spoon and threw it into the bubbling porridge. The rock sugar was quickly overwhelmed by the porridge soup and was never seen again.

Use a wooden spoon to gently stir the porridge in the casserole, Huajin turns off the fire to a minimum: "Ten minutes later, please turn off the fire for me. I will go upstairs and have a look."

"Okay." The chef quickly agreed. After Hua Jin left, he looked at the rock candy jar in a puzzled manner, just adding a rock candy. Why did this lady look so solemn, as if she had finally completed the most important step. ?

Hua Jin went back upstairs and saw that Pei Yan was not awake, she found a dry towel and patted Pei Yan, "Your pajamas are wet with sweat, I will help you with a fault."

Pei Yan sat up in a daze, obediently let Hua Jin put the towel on his back, and then continued to sleep with Hua Jin's hand.

After the fever subsided, his face finally disappeared, but he became a little more unhealthy and pale. Hua Jin sat with him for a while, and when the doctor came in to get Pei Yan the needle, Pei Yan slowly woke up again.

"Wake up?" Huajin touched the top of his hair, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Pei Yan shook his head and looked at Hua Jin with a smile: "Hua Hua, you are still there."

"You are disappointed to see that I'm still there?" Huajin helped Pei Yan to hold down the hemostatic cotton swab that pressed the pinhole, "Don't move around, or I will clean up you."

Pei Yan lay down obediently: "I'm just so happy to see you still there."

The doctor who was packing up the needles and the medicine bottle heard the conversation between the two young men, smiled and hugged his medicine box, and said to the helper aunt: "I didn't expect that Mr. Pei was as good as a cat in front of his girlfriend. It’s really overwhelming."

"Then look, these two people...can they make it?" The helper aunt looked upstairs and said in a low voice, "This is the first time Mr. Pei has brought a girl back."

"It's hard to say about young people, but it's indispensable to see Mr. Pei's attitude towards this little girl." The family doctor smiled and said, "If you have something to call me, I will leave first."

As soon as the doctor left, the helper aunt saw Hua Jin coming downstairs, thinking she was going, and immediately said: "Miss Hua, lunch is ready, do you want to eat first before..."

"I'm not hungry yet. First bring the fruit porridge to Pei Yan to eat, and then I will come down." Hua Jin went to the kitchen to bring out the cooked fruit porridge, "You and the others should eat first, don't wait for me."

Hua Jin carried the fruit porridge upstairs and found that Pei Yan had changed into a clean coat and was sitting against the head of the bed. She put the porridge aside: "It's dinner."

"Ah." Pei Yan opened his mouth.

"Young Master Pei, how old you are, you still need to be fed." Hua Jin laughed helplessly, holding a bowl to feed Pei Yan, "Try it first, I haven't had this kind of porridge for several years."

When the porridge was eaten in his mouth, with a touch of fruity and sweet and sour, Pei Yan nodded: "It's delicious, peerless and delicious."

Seeing Pei Yan smiling, Hua Jin remembered her childhood: "When I was sick, what I looked forward to most was the fruit porridge made by my grandma. It was a pity that the transportation was not as convenient as it is now, and the family was reluctant to spend all year round. Money buys fruit to eat, only when the fruit is ripe can you eat it."

"Grandma's house has many fruit trees, pear trees, plum trees, peach trees, apricot trees, and citrus trees. Every time I go to my grandma's house to play, it is my happiest time." Speaking of her childhood at her grandmother's house, Hua Jin A smile appeared on his face, “I was very skinny when I was a child. During the summer vacation, I looked for cicadas in my grandmother’s citrus grove, picked up the tender citrus fruits on the ground and dried them, and then went to the traditional Chinese medicine shop in the county to exchange for money. Every time I made money, I am very happy."

A bowl of fruit porridge was finished unknowingly, Pei Yan looked at the empty bowl: "I have eaten it all, what do you eat?"

"I'm not a sick person, of course I went downstairs to eat big fish and big meat." Hua Jin patted Pei Yan's head, and Pei Yan felt that she was in this posture very much like a dog, "Hey, wait for me to eat Come to accompany you after dinner."

Pei Yan: "..."

He should thank her for not eating big fish and meat in front of him.

After lunch, Pei Yan's spirits improved a lot. Hua Jin watched a sweet movie with him, and suddenly there was a violent wind outside, flashing thunder, and it looked like it was about to rain.

"It's going to rain?" Hua Jin frowned, looking at the thunder light flashing outside the window, "Pei Yan, I..."

"You just promised to accompany me to dinner, now you are going to break your promise?" Pei Yan suddenly became dying, "My head is so dizzy and my whole body feels uncomfortable."

Flower brocade: "..."

The man was shameless, he could really say anything.

"I'm afraid that it will be inconvenient for me to go back later when it rains heavily."

"Then don't go back, stay here." Pei Yan approached Huajin, blinking beautiful eyes, "I won't eat you again, what are you afraid of?"

Huajin covered her chest, not only shameless, but also using beauty tricks. How can she resist this confusion?

"I slept on the second floor alone, and all the workers hired by the house slept on the first floor. In case I had a fever in the middle of the night and the thunder was too loud and they didn't hear me, how pitiful I was to be alone and sick?" Lahuajin’s little hand, "Tonight, you will live next door to me and stay with me, okay?"

"Okay." In front of the beauty, the flower brocade with no bottom line instantly lost his helmet and armor.

"Then we watch another movie?" Pei Yan, who was dying just now, got up from the sofa and ran to the cabinet to look for the disc.

Flower brocade: "..."

Can't you pretend to be a bit more?

The phone rang, she glanced at the caller and pressed the call button: "Hello, Mr. Mark."

Hearing the words "Mark", Pei Yan continued to search for the discs nonchalantly, but her ears stood up.

Mark stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dark clouds rolling in the sky outside the window: "Miss Hua, I have a draft of the Luan Bird pattern. I don’t know if you will have time tomorrow. Let’s have lunch together and talk about embroidery. thing."

"Tomorrow?" Hua Jin glanced at Pei Yan's unruly hands that were turning around in the cabinet. "Sorry, I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow. If you don't mind, we can post dinner on the video. Talk about it."

"Oh?" Mark twitched his eyebrows slightly. "If you don't have time at noon tomorrow, you can do it tomorrow night."

"I'm afraid I won't have time tomorrow night. My boyfriend is sick, and I have to take care of him." Hua Jin said, "Mr. Mark has any requirements for embroidery, even if it is mentioned in the video, even if you did not invite me to dinner, I will I will do my best to finish your work, so don’t worry."

"Miss Hua does things, of course I can trust it." Hearing Hua Jin's refusal, Mark regretted that such an interesting lady was taken away by other men first. "Since it is inconvenient for you, wait for something Opportunity, we will make another appointment."

Hua Jin hung up after a few polite words with him. He looked up and saw that Pei Yan was eavesdropping, and couldn't help but smile: "Just ask."

"What can I ask? I'm not the kind of man whose girlfriend goes out and has to ask countless times." Pei Yan put the disc in the player and said openly, "Don't worry, I don't Would be so careful."

Huajin looked at the player and said with a smile, "The disc is upside down."

The stiff-mouthed man is really careless at all.

After dinner, Hua Jin borrowed Pei Yan’s study room and connected to Mark’s video conference request. Pei Yan sat in the corner with a book in his hand, looking like I was not here to listen to you, but just sitting here and reading. .

The wind and rain outside, but there is an unspeakable beauty in the house. Pei Yan leaned on the comfortable chair back, glanced at the sofa, and Pei Yan, who peeked over here from time to time, couldn't help but smile.

The video went on, and Mark saw the smile on Hua Jin's face that had not yet dispersed, and took a sip of coffee: "Miss Hua, good evening. I'm sorry, for my business, I will trouble you at night."

"You are polite." Hua Jin smiled and adjusted her posture. "I will do my best to meet Mr. Mark's requirements for work."

Mark noticed that Huajin's study room was very large, and there were many precious books on the shelves behind her, which were not like ordinary families could own. However, he only took a look, and then withdrew his gaze: "I have arranged for someone to inquire about the problem of Shu brocade. There are several weaving masters in Shu Province, but they are old and I am afraid they cannot meet my requirements."

It is the inevitability of social development that machines replace most humans. As a top designer, he knows what kind of visual effect each piece of fabric will have when it is made into clothes, but he may not be able to understand the production process of the fabric.

Hearing Mark’s words, Huajin is not surprised: “The difference between the current woven silk brocade and manual weaving is not that big. It’s just that there are some traditional weaving techniques that machines cannot do. I don’t know Mr. Mark. I want to see what effect this skirt can achieve, but as an embroiderer, I still feel that only certain fabrics can make embroidery patterns work best on clothes."

"I don't know if the flower embroidery master can have a suitable weaver recommend?" Mark knew that Huajin was telling the truth. He looked at the flower brocade in the video, "Or, do you have a suitable purchase channel?"

"Sorry, most of the fabrics I usually use are woven silk brocade, only a small amount of artificial fabrics for expensive embroidery, but they are also made by ordinary weavers, and they are not up to that standard." Huajin shook his head. "So I don't have the right purchase channels to improve. In this regard, maybe a few embroidery masters know better than me."

"Then, Miss Hua, have you ever heard of any great weavers?" After Mark asked these words, he found that Hua Jin's expression became a little strange.

"Before I have been exposed to embroidery, I have seen a very good weaver who can weave Shu brocade like cicada wings and mist." Huajin lowered her eyelids, "but she is not a famous master."

Mark was overjoyed when he heard this: "Where is she?"

"In a remote county in Shu Province." Hua Jin hooked her lips. "Anonymous county."

"Anonymous county?" Probably this county is too remote, and Mark hasn't even heard of it.

"A little nameless place." Hua Jin turned her head and looked at her banquet while sitting on the sofa, still peeking at her own banquet. "If Mr. Mark needs it, I'll go there in a few days."

Look at the place where she had fleeed desperately, and had not set foot in it for nearly eight years.

What was once unwilling to face, what I didn't want to remember, and what I was afraid of when I dreamed back at midnight seemed to become less important at this moment.

She wanted to take Pei Yan to take a look at her grandma's hometown and give her a stick of incense so that her old man would know that her granddaughter, who had escaped from the nightmare for eight years, finally had enough courage to face everything.

Seeing Hua Jin turned to look at herself, Pei Yan gave her a big smile.

The author has something to say: Huahua's Diary: Riches do not return to their hometowns, like a night walk in Jinyi.

Pei Yan: Huahua is right.