Feast of Flowers

When they entered the elevator, they swiped their cards, and they pressed the same floor.

"It's a coincidence." The young man seems to be not good at taking the initiative to talk to women, his ears and necks are red. "My name is Zhou Dong. Although I am not from Furong City, I am a native of Shu Province. Perhaps you know Furong better than you people from other provinces. Someone in the city, if you have anything you want to know, you can ask me. This is my business card."

With that, he took out a business card from his wallet and handed it to Hua Jin.

Hua Jin looked at the red-eared man in front of her, reached out her hand to take the business card, and said with a faint smile: "Mr. Zhou, your way of reaching out is too old-fashioned."

"No, no, no." Zhou Dong's cheeks were flushed like sunset by Huajin ridiculed, "I didn't mean anything else, just...that's..." He was at a loss, and lowered his head to explain, "You were happy with me in high school... …"

"Am I disturbing the interest of the two of you?" The elevator door opened at this moment. Outside the elevator door, Pei Yan looked at the two with her arms around her chest and slanted slightly. "The elevator is a public tool. If the two want to talk about each other, You can talk slowly after you come out."

"Thank you Mr. Pei for reminding." Hua Jin put Zhou Dong's business card into her handbag, and Zhou Dong, who was standing next to her, blushed and reached out to help her carry the suitcase, but was stopped by Hua Jin.

"Mr. Zhou, if you continue to be so diligent, I will think you are interesting to me." Hua Jin raised an eyebrow at Zhou Dong, her red lips lightly raised.

Zhou Dong was so surprised by this smile that he lifted his suitcase and fled.

Being amused by Zhou Dong's reaction, Hua Jin walked out of the elevator unhurriedly and made a gesture of asking: "Mr. Pei, please."

Pei Yan did not go in, but squinted at her: "Do you know who I am?"

"Of course." Hua Jin smiled and coughed dryly. "After all, not everyone can be as lucky as me. You can hear others scolding Mr. Pei just by passing by, and the scolding is so intense, so bold."

Although he turned around and saw Pei Yan after he finished cursing, he was embarrassed, but at least the moment he was cursing, he was full of the aura of being a man.

"It seems that you don't have enough knowledge. There are more people who scolded me secretly behind the scenes. If the person who scolded me that day wanted to line up for the number, he would probably be in line 200 away." Pei Yan raised his wrist and cleared it. Click on the cuffs, those beautiful eyes are radiant, just like a walking male vixen.

Hua Jin was silent for a moment: "There are so many people who scold you, is it proud of you?"

"Being scolded is not something to be proud of, but many people want to scold me, but they still praise me in front of my face. This is something to be proud of." Pei Yan raised his wrist and slightly raised his chin. Once you let me look in the mirror, you blocked me."

Looking at the elevator door that can be seen, Hua Jin took out a small cosmetic mirror from her handbag: "High-definition mirror, free to you, don’t thank me."

Pei Yan threw the mirror back into Huajin's arms in disgust, and was about to taunt Huajin when her phone rang.

"What's the matter?" Pei Yan glanced at Huajin, opened the elevator door and walked in, "The embroidery master?"

"The signal in the elevator is not good. I'll talk about it at night."

Seeing that the elevator door had been closed, Hua Jin sighed with regret. For such a good-looking boy, he always feels a bit disadvantaged if he doesn't look twice. Especially the little proud eyes are simply the best in the world.

Back to the room, Hua Jin opened Weibo and found that the netizen who ordered panda embroidery gave her a red envelope again. It turned out that this netizen found out that she had come to Shu Province and guessed that she was looking for the style of panda embroidery in the last century. He came, so I sent her a few big red envelopes.

She didn't even give a receipt, and the netizen kept transferring money to her, really treating money as dung.

But... she likes it.

The next morning, I woke up naturally in the soft and comfortable big bed of the hotel. After washing, Hua Jin rushed to the home of the master panda embroidery master by car.

Over the past eight years, the entire Shu Province has undergone great changes. The highways extending in all directions, the concrete roads and asphalt roads lead to villages of all sizes. Aunt Gao said that the panda embroidery master had a bad breath. After returning to his hometown to cultivate, Hua Jin thought that he would have to trek through the mountains and rivers to find the master’s home. How could he know that he would only need to spend two yuan on the country bus fare to get to the county town. Go to the village where the panda embroidery master is located.

On the bus, most of them were farmers returning home from the market. Most of these people knew each other and talked about the livestock and poultry they raised, and the elderly were showing off the new home appliances their children bought for themselves.

There was an aunt's Huajin who had a delicate skin and tender flesh, and she was dressed up in a beautiful fashion. She thought she was a daughter who had come back to visit relatives in the hometown, so she took the initiative to ask.

"No, I'm here to see Ms. Song Lian. My parents are old friends with her, so I came to visit her." Hua Jin replied to this eldest sister in Shu dialect. She has never spoken the Shu language to anyone for many years. Even the accent lacks the flavor of Shu.

"Listen to your accent, it's not like our local people." The elder sister thought for a while and asked another uncle in the car, "Hey, is Song Lian the girl looking for, isn't it your Song Jiawan?"

"Song Lian?" The uncle recalled, "Is she looking for Song Lian who worked in the Furong Embroidery Factory before?"

"Yes, yes, it's her." Huajin didn't expect to hear from Song Embroidery so soon, and said with joy, "Uncle, do you live in the same village with Song Embroidery?"

"Oh, you don't know yet, Song Lian left last year." The uncle said, "When she had a funeral last year, many people came to offer condolences. Where can you find someone."

Seeing Hua Jin's face changed, the uncle persuaded: "Don't worry, now she still has her eldest daughter and her eldest son-in-law in her house. When you go with me all the way, I will take you to her house."

"Thank you." Huajin's mood was a little depressed. Aunt Gao mentioned that this Ms. Song was a very amazing embroiderer. She told Aunt Gao that it was a pity that she had no successor, and she was afraid that a craft would be abandoned.

I don't know if Song Embroidery Master has found someone to inherit her craft before going west.

Song Xiushi's daughter lives in a two-story building. I heard that Huajin came to her mother. She was over fifty and enthusiastically greeted Huajin to sit down and cook sweet soup for Huajin. Hua Jin stopped.

There are some embroidered paintings hanging on the wall in the house, they are rare fine works, Huajin couldn't help but take a few more glances. Noting the look in Hua Jin’s eyes, the eldest daughter was half proud and half regretful, “My mother’s favorite thing in her life is embroidery. She had won awards from the province in the past. Later, she had bad eyesight, so she often talked to me. There are fewer and fewer people who like embroidery, and no one inherits her craft."

"Are these all the works of Song Embroidery on the wall?" Huajin looked up at the wall. The embroidery styles were different, and they didn't look like a single person.

"No, this is the work of my mother and some of her friends." The eldest daughter said, "She has not good legs and feet in the past few years, so she hangs the works given by her friends on the wall to enjoy."

Huajin went to the cemetery with the eldest daughter of Song Embroidery Master to put incense wax on Song Embroidery Master. On the way back from the cemetery, the eldest daughter said: "Ms. Hua, you are also engaged in embroidery, right?"

"Did you see it?" Hua Jin was a little surprised.

"Although I have no talent for embroidering, I can see in you the unique temperament of an embroiderer." The eldest daughter of Song Embroidery smiled bitterly. "When my mother was buried last year, because there were leaders who valued traditional art. The condolences have caused many people to join in the fun, but no one has come in the past six months."

"Before I came, my teacher said that she had a relationship with Song Embroidery Master, so I asked Song Embroidery Master to expand my horizons." Walking on the ridge, smelling the rich fragrance of golden rapeseed flowers, the Huajin tone was low, "Yes. I have no chance with Song Embroidery Master."

"If you don't dislike it, I have a few copies of the notebook here that I can give you. The inside is a summary of my mother's embroideries."

"These are all the efforts of Master Song Embroidery, how can I..."

"The most regrettable thing my mother had before her death was that she did not receive a young and talented apprentice. It is rare to meet you, a young man who is so obsessed with embroidering today, and give you the notebook. My mother will only be happy and not sad "The eldest daughter of Song Embroidery Master smiled, "Not to mention it's just a copy, not the original."

Back home, the eldest daughter of Song Embroiderer gave Huajin a copy of the notebook, and also showed her many photos of the panda embroidery work of Song Embroiderer before his death, as well as the materials collected by Song Embroiderer.

Each top embroiderer not only has skills that surpass ordinary people in stitching, but also has unique talents in artistic aesthetics. And Embroiderer Song is worthy of being one of the most famous panda embroidery masters in Shu Province. The oldest panda embroidering photos she collected turned out to be nearly a hundred years ago.

The sharpness of the photocopies of a hundred years ago is not high, but through the blurry photos, you can see the vivid pandas on the embroidery.

It is agile, fresh, and it is obviously just embroidery, but it makes people feel the illusion that they are alive.

This is the real masterpiece.

After reading the works of Song Embroidery Master and the photos of embroidery that she collected, Huajin finally realized clearly how far away she is from these masters.

Aunt Gao always praised her for her talent, Tan Yuan also said that she embroidered things full of aura, almost making her really think that she is a genius among young embroiders.

What is shamelessness?

A blurry photo a hundred years ago is enough to make her blushing with shame.

On the way back to Furong City, Hua Jin thought a lot, and the most clear impression was the exquisite embroidery. Rubbing her confused brain, she turned on the phone and took a look. It was not too cold in winter to send her a message again.

It's not too cold in winter: Master, my grandma lives far away, so don't rush over. If you really want to go, you can go with my cousin, who happens to be returning to his hometown to worship the ancestors. If you don't mind, can you add me to WeChat?

Hua Jin glanced at the WeChat QR code picture sent by the other party, remembered the red envelopes he sent, and silently added friends.

The WeChat avatar that is not too cold in winter is a very personal comic character. After the two added friends, the other party sent a few messages over.

Dongdong: Your old man has worked hard.

Hua Jin frowned when she saw this sentence.

Old man?

Who is old?

The author has something to say: Huajin: You can insult me ​​and charge a lot, but you can't insult my age!