Feast of Flowers: 23. Don’t think too much

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The car drove outside the dilapidated alley again. The water on the ground was still wet. Pei Yan got out of the car silently and walked downstairs with Hua Jin.

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

"Who told me I'm unlucky? I always encounter things like you." Pei Yan waved his hand lazily and said, "Let's go."

When he reached the alley, he stopped and turned around to see Hua Jin still standing there: "Aren't you going to pay me for the gas to transfer tonight?"

"No more." Hua Jin smiled and raised her eyebrows, "We are so familiar with each other, we can be considered friends after all. It hurts our feelings to ride in a friend's car and pay for the gas. ”

It was the first time I heard that being friends can be rounded off. Pei Yan didn't bother to correct her: "You can find so many reasons to not pay for gas. You are considered a talent."

Hua Jin 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 food. Why didn't he ask her when he came out?

I was lost in thought. A figure walked out of the corridor, which scared her so much that she almost screamed: "Grandma Chen?"

It’s almost ten o’clock in the evening. The old lady is not sleeping. Why is she out to scare people?

"I saw it." Mrs. Chen said with a smile, "That young man is so handsome. He is much better-looking and discerning than the boy who introduced you."

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

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

Hua Jin: "..."

What do you know?

"The bottle of bean paste you gave me last time was delicious, and the stir-fried vegetables were particularly fragrant." Seeing that Hua Jin was unwilling to say more, Mrs. Chen thought she was shy, so she took a bottle of fermented bean curd made by herself. Putting it into Hua Jin's hand, "Take this back and try it. If you like it, come and get it from me."

"Thank you, Grandma Chen." Hua Jin did not refuse. She was very familiar with most of the tenants in the building. She usually shared some of her own condiments or side dishes with each other, and her life was quite lively.

Walking to the fourth floor, the lights at Sister Qin’s house were still on, and Hua Jin guessed that her children might still be doing homework. As soon as I took out the key and prepared to open the door to my home, the door of Sister Qin's house opened. The person who walked out was not Sister Qin, but a young boy with a slim cut and black-rimmed glasses.

"H-Hello." When he saw Hua Jin, his eyes were shy and evasive.

"Hello." Hua Jin unlocked the door, held her hand on the edge of the door, and took two steps back toward the opening of the door. "What can I do for you?"

"Xiaohua, are you back from get off work?" Sister Qin leaned out from behind the door, glanced at her distant nephew awkwardly, and pushed him into the room, "You are very tired after a long day of work. Let’s go back and rest.”

Seeing the embarrassed expression on Sister Qin’s face, Hua Jin guessed that this boy might be the distant relative who asked Sister Qin to come as a matchmaker last time. She pretended that nothing happened, pushed the door into the house, and locked the door. Okay, just throw yourself on the sofa.

What is this?

After completely quieting down, Hua Jin had the energy to think about what happened today. After a long time, she sighed. Nowadays, traditional handicrafts have gradually declined. She is afraid that if things go on like this, many things will gradually disappear as time goes by.

Open Weibo. Weibo, which had been lively for a few days in the past few days, gradually returned to its former deserted state.

After posting the photos of the lacquer plate and bracelet made by Tan Yuan on Weibo, Hua Jin couldn't help but express her emotion.

Flowers: The lacquerware industry has difficulty not only in finding successors, but also in finding lacquer trees. The lacquerware made by my friend is not only gorgeous, but also shiny and smooth. She started learning to make lacquerware when she was a child, and it has been many years now. 【Pictures】

After a long time, a few people came over and liked it. There were also two people who praised the bracelet in the comment area, but no one paid attention to it anymore. It seemed that the excitement on Weibo was just a dream. Fortunately, she had anticipated this situation, otherwise she might not be able to accept it mentally.

The next morning, she rushed to the store early, but Tan Yuan had not arrived yet. After she packed up the store, Tan Yuan arrived late and his eyes were a little red and swollen. Hua Jin pretended not to notice anything strange about her, and handed the brewed tea to Tan Yuan: "Have you finished the earrings customized by the customer last time? It seems that the pick-up date is within these two days."

"It's been done a long time ago." Tan Yuan took the tea and took a big sip, "You can tell me now what happened with Mr. Pei."

"We have a pure relationship between a man and a woman. I lied to you like a puppy." Hua Jin yawned and lay on the table, "If a man like this, who is rich and good-looking, really has anything impure with me, Relationship, why don’t I post ten posts in a row on Moments to show off?"

"The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. How can they have a pure male-female relationship when they come together?" Tan Yuan looked at Hua Jin suspiciously, "Could it be that you got into it just because the person looks good-looking? Evil thoughts?"

"Am I such a superficial person?" Hua Jin clicked her tongue, "Although Pei Yan is indeed very good-looking, with a slim waist and long legs, you can't just look at people by their faces."

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

"Actually, I don't know if it's my misunderstanding, but I think you are a little special to Mr. Pei." Tan Yuan put the cup back on the table, "Huahua, you are a defensive person. Usually, except for those of us who are close to you, People who have always been alienated from other people, especially men. I didn’t feel this sense of alienation when you were talking to Mr. Pei.”

"Then...maybe it's because he looks good."

"Tch." Tan Yuan had no intention of breaking the casserole and asking for the truth. She stood up and walked to the workbench, sighing, "I don't have a handsome man to flirt with, so I'd better work hard, strive to make a lot of money every day, and become something that others can't reach. Let’s be white, rich and beautiful.”

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

There is also the dream of being white and rich, which shows that glutinous rice **** are still full of hope for life.

In the next few days, Tan Yuan was in good spirits, and Cao Yi did not come to the store to cause trouble. Hua Jin finally felt relieved. In the blink of an eye, the opening day of the exhibition arrived. She specially put on a set of clothes that made her look elegant and intellectual, and drove to the venue of the exhibition.

After passing all the security checks, Hua Jin finally successfully entered the gate. There was a brochure on the shelf and Hua Jin walked inside slowly.

In the two rows of windows near the main entrance, there were pottery that was still very popular today. She slowly looked at them one by one, walked through the long corridor where the porcelain was displayed, and found that there were not many people inside. Several old people wore glasses and held magnifying glasses in their hands. They lay outside the display cabinet and watched carefully, as if the things in the display cabinet could be blown away by a gust of wind.

There are many things in the exhibition hall, including wood carvings, bone carvings, ceramics, clay sculptures, weavings, woodblock prints, puppets, embroidery, etc. Coming to the embroidery area, Hua Jin was shocked by the exquisite embroidery in the display cabinets.

The embroidery piece and the fabric are perfectly combined, and no flaws can be seen. There are still dewdrops on the petals, which is amazingly beautiful. But this piece of clothing is still an unearthed cultural relic. Clothes that have been buried in the soil for hundreds of years can still be so exquisite, which shows how high the level of embroidery was at that time.

Unfortunately, there are not many embroidery-related exhibits 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 sighing, "Some crafts have been lost long ago, and only a few records remain in ancient books."

Listening to the two old men saying it was a pity, Hua Jin felt like a hero in his late days. The more beautiful and dazzling the things in the exhibition hall were, the more she felt sad about the current situation of traditional handicrafts.

Lacquer trees in the lacquerware industry are hard to find, and Shu embroidery also has many problems. 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 mulberry trees. Later, with the development of the economy, the scale of silkworm breeding shrank significantly. If she wanted to buy authentic Sichuan brocade and silkworm embroidery thread, she could only buy it from a few old factories.

There are already many difficulties in terms of raw materials alone, not to mention handicraft inheritance and education. Without thinking more, the more difficult it is to feel the current situation.

"I really don't understand what's so good about these crude and ugly things." Two young men walked in. One of them she knew was his brother who was the victim of a crime yesterday, and the other one she knew I don’t know, it was him who said the words just now.

The man didn't speak loudly, but the exhibition hall was too quiet. As soon as he said these words, he felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him. Many experts present have studied traditional crafts for a lifetime and attach great importance to domestic inheritance. Now they hear Chinese people say that these things are tacky and ugly, and their faces are really not good-looking.

Being glared at by these eyes, the speaker wanted to pull Chen Jiang in front of him to block him, but Chen Jiang moved faster than him. He took several steps back and wished he could hang another sign on his hand that read "I don't know this person."

Chen Jiang carefully scanned the exhibition hall to see if there was anyone he knew, and the next second he saw the woman who had an affair with Pei Yan.

He took a breath, how could he forget that she was also in this industry? Did she hear what Meng Tao said just now?

Chen Jiang was in a state of turmoil, but with a smile on his face, he walked up to Hua Jin and whispered, "Hello, I didn't expect you to be here."

"I got a ticket a few days ago. I thought it was a rare opportunity, so I came over to take a look." Hua Jin tried her best to keep her voice as low as possible, "Is that your friend?"

“We just met at the door, so we can’t be considered friends.” Chen Jiang said with a smile, “I didn’t expect the exhibits inside to be so radiant, beautiful, pleasing to the eye, and captivating...”

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

She was afraid that if she let this person continue talking, he would be able to say any nonsense idioms.

Chen Jiang did not dare to speak anymore and just followed Hua Jin and looked around. It was not until the two of them reached a remote corner that Chen Jiang spoke again: "Didn't Mr. Pei accompany you to see the exhibition?"

Hua Jin looked at Chen Jiang with a subtle expression. She came to see an exhibition. Why should Pei Yan accompany her.

Chen Jiang couldn't see the woman feeling sad. Seeing Hua Jin's lonely expression, he quickly advised her, "Don't think too much about it. Mr. Pei might have something wrong and he can't come with you."

Hua Jin: "..."

No, I didn’t think too much, it was you who thought too much.