Feast of Flowers

The car drove outside the somewhat dilapidated alley again, and the water on the ground was still wet. Pei Yan got off the car in silence and walked downstairs with Huajin.

"Mr. Pei, thank you today." The man behind her silently following her became quiet in the night, and the pride in his eyes turned into a moon shadow by the lake, with a sense of peace in the tranquility.

"Why don't I have bad luck? I always encounter things like you." Pei Yan waved his hand lazily, "Go."

He stopped when he reached the entrance of the alley, turned around and saw Huajin still standing on the spot: "Will you transfer me the gas fee tonight?"

"Don't turn." Hua Jin smiled and raised her eyebrows. "We are both so familiar with each other, and we can be regarded as friends if we round off. It hurts our feelings to pay for the gas in a friend's car."

The first time I heard that being a friend can still be rounded up, Pei Yan was too lazy to correct her: "In order not to pay for the car gas, you can find so many reasons, you are considered a talent."

Huajin smiled innocently.

Watching Pei Yan leave, when Hua Jin walked to the second floor, she suddenly remembered that Pei Yan asked her to taste the dishes. Why didn't she ask her after she came out?

Was thinking about it. A figure walked out of the corridor, and she was so scared that she almost screamed: "Grandma Chen?"

It's almost ten o'clock in the evening, the old lady won't sleep, will she come out to scare people to play?

"I saw it." Old lady Chen said with a smile, "That young man is really handsome, much better-looking than the boy who introduced you to him, and he has vision."

Hua Jin smiled helplessly: "Grandma Chen, that's just a friend of mine."

"Yes, yes, don't young people start with ordinary friends?" Grandma Chen nodded repeatedly, "I understand."

Flower brocade: "..."

What do you always know?

"The bottle of bean paste you gave me last time was delicious, and the fried dishes were very fragrant." The old lady Chen was reluctant to say more when she saw Hua Jin, but thought she was shy, and stuffed a bottle of fermented bean curd made by herself. Jin said, "Take this back and try it. If you like it, come to me again."

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Hua Jin did not decline. She knew most of the tenants in the building. She usually shared some self-made seasonings or side dishes with each other, and the days were quite lively.

When she walked to the fourth floor, Qin's light was still on. Hua Jin guessed that her child might still be doing homework. As soon as she took out the key to open the door of the house, the door of Sister Qin's house opened. It was not Sister Qin who came out, but a young boy with cutouts and black-rimmed glasses.

"You, hello." When he saw Hua Jin, his eyes were a little shy and dodging.

"Hello." Hua Jin unlocked the door, held the door with her hand, and took two steps back towards the opening of the door. "May I ask you something?"

"Xiaohua, are you back from get off work?" Sister Qin leaned out from behind the door, glanced at her distant nephew with some embarrassment, and pushed him into the house. "You are tired after a day of work, so go back to rest earlier. ."

Seeing sister Qin’s embarrassed expression, Hua Jin guessed that this boy might be the distant relative of Sister Tuo Qin’s last time as the mediator. She pretended that nothing happened, pushed the door into the house, and locked the door. Throw yourself on the sofa.

What's all this?

After she was completely quiet, Hua Jin had the energy to think about what happened today. After a long time, she sighed. Now the traditional handicrafts are gradually declining. She is afraid that in the long run, many things will gradually disappear with the passage of time.

After opening Weibo, Weibo, which was lively a few days ago, has gradually returned to its former desertedness.

After posting the photos of Tan Yuan's lacquer plates and bracelets on Weibo, Hua Jin couldn't help but express his emotion.

Fanhua: Lacquer ware is not only difficult to find a descendant, but also difficult to find a lacquer tree. The lacquerware made by my friend is not only gorgeous, but also shiny. She has been learning lacquer ware since she was a child, and it has been many years. 【With Picture】

After a long time, a few people came over to click like, and there were two who praised the beauty of the bracelet in the comment area, but no one paid attention. It seemed that the excitement under Weibo was just a dream. Fortunately, she had expected this situation a long time ago, otherwise she might not be able to accept her mentality.

The next morning, she rushed to the store early, but Tan Yuan hadn't arrived yet. After she cleaned up the shop, Tan Yuan arrived late and her eyes were a little red and swollen. Hua Jin pretended not to see her anomaly, and handed the tea made to Tan Yuan: "The earrings made by the customer last time, have you finished it? The pick-up date seems to be just two days."

"It's already done." Tan Yuan took the tea and took a big sip. "You can tell me now, what happened to Mr. Pei."

"We are a pure relationship between men and women. I deceive you to be a puppy." Hua Jin yawned and lay on the table. "This kind of rich and good-looking man, if there is any impure relationship with me, I Can you not show off by posting ten Moments in a row?"

"Male unmarried, female unmarried, what kind of pure male-female relationship can they have when they are together?" Tan Yuan looked at Hua Jin suspiciously. "

"Am I such a superficial person?" Hua Jin sighed, "Although Pei Yan does look good, with long waist and thin legs, you can't just look at the face."

"No, you are so superficial." Tan Yuan rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, "No need to refute, I won't believe anything you say."

"Actually, I don't know if it is my illusion. I think you are a little special to Mr. Pei." Tan Yuan put the cup back on the table, "Huahua, you are a more defensive person, except for those close to us. I have always been alienated from other people, especially men. I didn't feel this sense of alienation when you talked to Mr. Pei."

"That...maybe because he looks good."

"Cut." Tan Yuan didn't intend to break the casserole to the end. She got up and walked to the workbench and sighed, "I don't have a beautiful man to molested, so I should hurry up and strive for daily gains and become the white rich beauty that others can't afford. ."

Amused by Tan Yuan's optimistic attitude, Hua Jin finally relieved her mind.

There is also the dream of making Bai Fumei, which shows that glutinous rice **** are still full of hope in life.

In the next few days, Tan Yuan was in good spirits, and Cao did not come to the store to make trouble, Hua Jin finally completely relieved. In the blink of an eye, it was the opening day of the exhibition. She deliberately changed into a set of clothes that made herself look elegant and intellectual, and rushed to the venue of the exhibition by car.

After passing through security checks, Huajin finally successfully entered the gate. Going to a brochure on the shelf, Huajin walked slowly in.

In the two rows of shop windows near the main entrance, pottery that is still very popular is placed. She slowly looked over it one by one, walking through the corridor where the porcelain was placed, and found that there were not many people inside. Wearing glasses and holding a magnifying glass in their hands, several elderly people lie on the outside of the showcase and watch carefully, as if the things in the showcase can be blown away by a gust of wind.

There are many things in the exhibition hall, such as wood carvings, bone carvings, ceramics, clay sculptures, weavings, wood engravings, puppets, embroidery and so on. Coming to the embroidery area, the brocade was shocked by the exquisite embroidery in the showcase.

The embroidery piece and the cloth are perfectly combined, without any blemishes, and the dewdrops on the petals are still not falling, which is amazingly beautiful. But this dress is still an unearthed cultural relic. The clothes that have been buried in the soil for hundreds of years can still be so delicate, which shows how high the level of embroidery was at that time.

Unfortunately, there are not many exhibits related to embroidery in the exhibition hall, but there are more lacquerware.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." The two old men stood in the lacquerware exhibition area, shaking their heads and sighed, "Some crafts have long been lost, and there are only a few notes left on the ancient books."

After hearing the two old people say a few times, it's a pity that Hua Jin felt a kind of heroic twilight. The more beautiful and dazzling things in the exhibition hall, the more sad she felt for the current state of traditional handicrafts.

The lacquer tree in the lacquer industry is hard to find, and there are many problems in Shu embroidery. In the past, many places in Shu Province had the habit of planting mulberry trees and raising silkworms. There was even a city called the Land of Sangzi. Later, with the economic development, the scale of silkworm breeding shrank significantly. She wanted to buy authentic Shu brocade and silkworm embroidery thread, and she could only buy it from a few old factories.

There are already many difficulties in the raw materials, let alone the handicraft inheritance teaching, without thinking a little bit, the more you can feel the current difficulties.

"I really don't understand, what's so good about these earthy and ugly things." Two young men walked in. One of them knew him. She didn't know the other man who was sent to the door yesterday. He said the words just now.

This person didn't speak loudly, but the exhibition hall was too quiet. As soon as he said this, he felt countless pairs of eyes fixed on him. Many experts present have studied the traditional crafts for a lifetime, and value the domestic heritage. Now I hear Chinese people say that these things are earthy and ugly, and their faces are really not beautiful.

Being glared at by these gazes, the speaker wanted to pull Chen Jiang in front of him, but he didn’t know that Chen Jiang moved faster than him. He stepped back several steps, wishing to hang another sign in his hand, which said "I don’t Know this person."

Chen Jiang carefully scanned the exhibition hall with his eyes to see if there was anyone he knew, and in the next second he saw the woman who was ambiguous with Pei Yan.

He took a deep breath, how could he forget that she also did this job, did she hear what Meng Tao said just now?

Chen Jiang was overwhelmed by the river, but with a smile on his face, he walked to Hua Jin and whispered: "Hello, I didn't expect you to be here."

"I got a ticket a few days ago, thinking about the rare opportunity, so I came to have a look." Hua Jin tried to keep the volume to the lowest level, "Is that your friend?"

"I just met at the door, not a friend." Chen Jiang accompanied with a smile, "I didn't expect the exhibits inside to be so radiant, beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and all over the country..."

"Hush." ​​Hua Jin put her index finger to her lips, "Quiet."

She was afraid that if he let this person go on speaking, the other person could say any messy idioms.

Chen Jiang did not dare to speak any more, and looked around behind Huajin. It was not until the two of them reached a remote corner that Chen Jiang said again: "Did Mr. Pei come to the exhibition with you?"

Hua Jin looked at Chen Jiang with a subtle expression. She came to an exhibition, why should Pei Yan be with her.

Chen Jiang couldn't see that the woman was sad. Seeing Huajin's expression lonely, he hurriedly persuaded, "Don't think too much, Mr. Pei may have something to do, so I can't come with you."

Flower brocade: "..."

No, I didn't think too much, you think too much.

The author has something to say: Meng Tao: Wait, Chen Jiang, I am your cousin!