Teacher Sun's words made Hua Jin stunned for a long time. Looking at her hands that had become rough and even deformed due to her insistence on straw weaving for years, Hua Jin smiled and said, "No, the teachers are all very good."
"It's fine if you're not scared." Teacher Sun was a little happy. "Tonight, the program interviewing you will be broadcast. Unfortunately, it's too late now. You can't watch the premiere. Remember to watch the replay tomorrow at noon."
Hua Jin looked at Teacher Sun in surprise. How could Teacher Sun know that she was interviewed by a TV reporter.
Seeing Hua Jin's expression, Teacher Sun laughed and said, "I forgot to tell you that the reporter who interviewed you last time was my own niece. After she came back, she loved the handkerchief you gave her, and she saw you later. The business card I gave her, and I learned that the person she interviewed that day was you."
Hua Jin didn't expect such a coincidence in the world, no wonder Teacher Sun would introduce her to those seniors. She reached out and called for a taxi, "Mr. Sun, where do you live, I'll take you back first."
"No, I'll go back on a shared bicycle." Teacher Sun waved, "Taking a taxi is too expensive, it can't be wasted."
"The fare is expensive, and it is invaluable for you to bring me here to gain insight." Hua Jin helped Mr. Sun into the car, "You have worked so hard to accompany me here, and you won't be able to send your old man home safely at night. , how can I rest assured?"
The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car. Teacher Sun reported the driver's address and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey, Sister Zhou asked me to pull you into the group just now, why did I forget it as soon as I went out. Come and come. , let's add a WeChat friend, and I'll pull you into the group."
Hua Jin obediently took out her mobile phone, clicked on the QR code, and added a friend to Teacher Sun. Then she was pulled into a WeChat group called "Wan Nian Qing". There were not many people in the group, and she only had more than ten people.
Ben Gong's surname is Zhou: Sister Sun, you brought Xiao Hua in, I thought you forgot.
I really did not expect that Teacher Zhou Yun, who looks so elegant, has such a domineering name.
Fanhua: Hello, Teacher Zhou.
Ben Gong's surname is Zhou: The group is all my own, so don't be too polite. There are noodle kneaders in the group, those who knead bottles and jars, those who weave grass, and those 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 who carves roots of trees", "Shen who squeezes pots", "My sugar painting country", "Mianren'er money" Wait, the style is lively, and it is easy to identify their identities.
Hua Jin also found that these old men and old ladies swipe the screen very fast, use emojis very skillfully, and even a lot of interesting emojis, not even a young man like her.
This is a group of old men and old ladies who are engaged in traditional handicrafts but are very fashionable.
Silently saving a few interesting emoticons, Hua Jin chatted with these old people a few words, and then received a series of friend requests. Hua Jin passed all the applications, and gave them the names of "Teacher Tang Hua Jiang", "Teacher Qian Puppet", "Teacher Tang Tree Carving", etc. Ms. Sun, who was sitting next to her, accidentally saw her remarks and shook her head. , "What a teacher is not a teacher, we are just old stubborn stubborn guards who hold on to old things."
"Who said that, you are obviously masters who protect traditional beauty." Hua Jin filled in the notes of the new friends one by one, and smiled at Teacher Sun, "If you are old stubborn, then I am not a little stubborn?"
Ms. Sun was coaxed by Hua Jin and smiled. Looking at a young man like Hua Jin, she seemed to see hope for the future of traditional art.
After sending Teacher Sun to the door of the house, Hua Jin refused the invitation of the other party to invite her to come in to rest, and turned around and went downstairs.
Squeezing into the subway following the flow of people, Hua Jin was on the subway and saw many young people playing with their mobile phones, looking tired and numb. There are not many passengers on this route. Hua Jin 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. Noticing the eyes of everyone, the girl might be a little embarrassed. She turned her back to the window, her shoulders shook slightly, she should be crying.
"Cry, cry, and cry." The boy was still angry, "But with our current income, we can't live here all the time. The prices in my hometown are low, and my family helps me at work. What are you dissatisfied with? of?!"
The girl still didn't speak, and her shoulders shook more and more.
Hua Jin took his eyes back, this kind of thing happened almost every day. The pressure of life is enough to kill all emotions and patience, and many people are struggling with life.
After a while, when she raised her head again, the couple had stopped arguing, and the boy was by the girl's side, holding two tissues in his hands. Neither of the two said a word, Hua Jin saw blankness on the girl's face.
When the subway arrived at the station, Hua Jin got off the subway. The air in the subway was too cold, and she shuddered. When she walked to the exit, the feeling of alternating hot and cold made her wholehearted. After walking for a while, she came to the alley downstairs in the rental house. She saw a red sports car parked more than ten meters away from here.
She couldn't help looking at it more, remembering that when Pei Yan sent her home, she also liked to park the car there, and couldn't help hooking her lips.
Seeing Hua Jin entering the alley and lying under the steering wheel, Pei Yan slowly poked his head out, remembering his inexplicable hiding behavior just now, Pei Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the tie around his neck and sighed.
Looking down at the dark alley, he started the car and drove away from the place.
He didn't know what he was avoiding, and he didn't even understand why he was sitting outside this broken alley for two or three hours, it was like... like a disgusting pervert.
Back home, Pei Yan turned on the shower, adjusted the water to cold, and rushed towards his face.
Cold water might wake him up.
"Mr. Pei, are you back?" The servant 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 over." The maid brought a wooden box over.
"Meng Tao?" Pei Yan took the wooden box, thanked the helper, and turned to put the wooden box on the table. Putting the towel on top of his head, he opened the lid of the box. After seeing what was in the box, his movements froze.
In the box is a very beautiful embroidered screen for ladies, and there is a signature on it, which is the work of a domestic master embroiderer.
On the embroidered screen, there is also a beautiful card, which reads "I found this beautiful thing, I can't bear the dust of the pearl, and it is specially given to Mr. Pei."
Pearl dusted
Oh, it's not a pearl dust if it is given to him? When did he say he likes this stuff
Closing the lid, Pei Yan threw the towel on his head aside. How come he became involved with embroidery after getting to know Hua Jin
When the phone rang, Pei Yan received a message 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, hoping to rent the exhibition hall. The price is favorable.
After reading the information sent by the assistant, Pei Yan remembered that Hua Jin had mentioned that traditional craftsmanship has become more and more difficult at present, and I don't know how many craftsmanship has been lost.
Looking at the black and white photo of the kind-hearted old man on the screen, Pei Yan pinched the bridge of his nose and replied to the assistant's message: "Lend it to them for free."
Traditional craftsmanship is a family, and he can be regarded as supporting traditional industries.
Meeting with Mr. Mark again was 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. Many assistants' studios are called Gao Da Shang.
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 for a light meal?"
"Mr. Mark, you are too polite." Hua Jin let go of her hand, nodded and smiled at Mark, "Why bother you?"
"Dinning with Miss Hua Jin is a spiritual enjoyment, how can it be troublesome." Mark said with a smile, "Please."
"Thank you very much then." Hua Jin responded, 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 Hua Jin, I was very surprised." Mark poured a glass of red wine for Hua Jin, "You are much younger than I thought."
"Mr. Mark, you have become such a powerful designer at such a young age. What's surprising about me?" Hua Jin took the red wine glass and wiped the corner of her mouth.
"I'm thirty-four this year. When I was in college, you were still in elementary school. If we knew each other at that time, I'm afraid you would still call me uncle." Mark smiled, "I'm not young anymore."
Hua Jin smiled, but 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 does not look like a designer dealing with fashion, but more like a professor in a school.
Mark is a person who is easy to make people feel good about. He not only pays attention to proportions in his words, but also shows his respect for women everywhere in his words and deeds. Such a man is almost perfect.
After dinner, Mark proposed to send Huajin back, but Huajin refused. She was half serious and half joking: "Please rest assured, Mr. Mark, I won't run halfway before finishing the embroidery you need. ."
Mark chuckled softly, and did not insist on sending Huajin back, but reached out to call a taxi and escorted her to 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 her head to look straight ahead, and reported the location of the store to the driver.
"Teacher." The assistant glanced at the expression on Mark's face, "Do you need me to order flowers?"
"No, no need." Mark shook his head, "This Miss Hua Jin is a lady worthy of respect."
"I understand." The assistant stopped talking.
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 Hua Jin, "Take it, it hasn't expired yet."
"Thank you dear, you are my savior." Tear open the lid of the instant noodle bucket, Hua Jin said while tearing the seasoning packet, "Quickly, turn on the TV, there will be a replay of my TV show at noon today. "
"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon." Tan Yuan turned on the TV, "How can there be a replay? But my mother took a few pictures of the TV. I'll go back in the evening and let her send you a few."
"I knew Aunt Gao loved me the most." Hua Jin took the boiling water from the instant noodle bucket and stared at the TV for a few times. Sure enough, the show was over. She was a little regretful, but unfortunately the network TV was not installed in the store, otherwise it could be played back, so she went to Tan Yuan's house to watch it at night.
"Mr. Mark is so stingy and invites you to cooperate, not even for lunch?" Tan Yuan changed a plate of incense with a stronger flavor, "I still have two bags of dried bean curd in my bag, I'll go get it for you."
"Please, it's because I'm not full." Hua Jin smiled bitterly, "In order to not be rude when talking to people in the morning, I drank some tasteless gruel, and I was hungry early. I am a descendant of Shu embroidery, and I am away from home. In front of people, you must hold your intellectual and elegant side."
"A person who eats more than pigs would like to say that he is intellectual and elegant." Tan Yuan handed her the dried bean curd, "Why don't I get you a takeaway."
"No, I padded my stomach during lunch, and now it's enough to eat a bucket of instant noodles."
Just as the instant noodles were soaking, Hua Jin was about to put a plastic fork in his mouth when he suddenly heard a scream from the door: "Hua Embroiderer, how can you eat this kind of thing?"
Hua Jin, holding a plastic fork in her right hand and holding dried tofu in her left hand, stared blankly at the person at the door. 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, and you can do it slowly, no hurry."
"No, wait..."
Seeing that Yang Shao made the transfer with his mobile phone in one go, Hua Jin bit the plastic fork and looked at the transfer reminder on the mobile phone, before saying, "Mr. Yang, what are you doing here today?"
"Oh." Yang Shao patted his head and put an invitation card with the words "Shou" in front of the flower brocade, "My grandma heard that I ordered an embroidery screen with you, and wanted to invite you to join her. Birthday banquet, I'm here to run errands to send invitations."
Hua Jin wiped her hands with a tissue, picked up the invitation card and opened it: "Thank you, the old lady, I will definitely come."
Yang Shao immediately laughed when he heard the words: "That's great, thank you, flower embroiderer."
"The old lady has a long life. It's my blessing to be able to attend her birthday banquet." Hua Jin put away the invitation, "Mr. Yang, you are too polite." Although the aesthetics of pineapple essence are not mainstream Some, but they are very filial to their elders.
"Where is it." Yang Shao scratched his head and smiled, and looked down at the instant noodles in front of Yan Huajin, "Hua Embroidery Master, you should take good care of your body and pay attention to nutritional supplements."
"Okay." Hua Jin laughed. At this moment, in Yang Shao's eyes, she was probably similar to the winter cabbage.
"Then I'll go." Yang Shao was afraid that he would say too much, which would make Hua Jin's face difficult, so he had to leave the embroidery shop three steps at a time. Tan Yuan looked at his back and said to Hua Jin, "This second-generation rich has a good heart."
"It's generous." Hua Jin clicked on the phone and glanced at the transfer amount, she was really a lovely pineapple essence.
"I admire them and envy them..."
Looking at Hua Jin smiling on TV, Pei Yan leaned on the sofa, and when the show ended, she 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 she came from a poor village and said she envied a beautiful family, so what was her family like
Excellent grades but no chance to go to college, and injured legs at a young age. Although he is just an ordinary person, he wants more people to like Shu embroidery. In order to embroider a good piece of work, he even travels far to ask questions. Take notes.
And that mouth that can piss people off...
He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Grandpa Zhang, how have you been recently?"
"A friend of mine has an old wound on her leg, which tends to hurt on rainy days. Can you help her take a look?"
"Okay, then I will definitely accompany you to have a drink with the old man."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Yan looked at the exquisite embroidery in the camera and leaned on the sofa, as if he was busy with his own business 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?"
"Not here." Pei Yan ruthlessly refused.
"Let me tell you, the embroiderer has had a miserable 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 live a smart and unrestrained life with the lied about military intelligence~