Feast of Flowers: 10. An old man?

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Going into the elevator, after the two of them swiped their cards, they clicked on the same floor.

"What a coincidence." The young man seemed not good at striking up conversations with women, and the tips of his ears and neck were red. "My name is Zhou Dong. Although I am not from Furong City, I am a native of Shu Province, maybe better than you from other provinces. I want to know more about Furong City. If you want to know anything, you can ask me. This is my business card."

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

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

"No, no, no." Zhou Dong's face was as red as the sunset due to Hua Jin's teasing, "I don't have any other meaning, just...just..." He was at a loss and lowered his head to explain, "You and I went to high school Good luck..."

"Have I disturbed your interest?" The elevator door opened at this moment. Outside the elevator door, Pei Yan crossed his hands on his chest and looked at the two of them slightly, "The elevator is a public tool. If you two want to interact with each other, We can talk about it slowly after we come out."

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

"Mr. Zhou, if you continue to be so attentive, I will think you are interested in me." Hua Jin raised her eyebrows and smiled at Zhou Dong, her red lips slightly raised.

Zhou Dong was so shocked by the smile that he picked up his suitcase and ran away.

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

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

"Of course." Hua Jin coughed with a smile, "After all, not everyone can be as lucky as me. I can hear others scolding Mr. Pei just by passing by, and they scold Mr. Pei so fiercely and courageously. ”

Although after the man finished cursing, he turned around and saw Pei Yan and was intimidated, but at least at the moment when he was cursing, he was full of the momentum of one man being able to stand in his way.

"It seems that you are not knowledgeable enough. There are many people scolding me secretly behind my back. If the person who scolded me that day wanted to queue up to get a number, he would have to queue about two hundred years away." Pei Yan raised his wrist. , straightened his cuffs, his beautiful eyes were shining like a walking male vixen.

Hua Jin was silent for a moment: "There are so many people scolding you. Is it something you should be proud of?"

"Being scolded is not something to be proud of, but many people want to scold me but still praise me in front of me. This is something to be proud of." Pei Yan raised his wrist and raised his chin slightly and said, " Step aside, you are blocking my view in the mirror."

Looking at the discerning elevator door, Hua Jin took out a small make-up mirror from her handbag: "High-definition mirror, given to you for free, no need to thank me."

Pei Yan threw the mirror back into Hua Jin's arms in disgust, and was about to mock Hua Jin when his cell phone rang.

"What's the matter?" Pei Yan glanced at Hua Jin, opened the elevator door and walked in, "Embroidery master?"

"The signal in the elevator is not good, let's talk at night."

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

Back in the room, Hua Jin opened Weibo and found that the netizen who ordered panda embroidery sent her a red envelope again. It turned out that the netizen found out that she came to Shu Province and guessed that she was here to find out about the past century. She came in the style of panda embroidery, so I sent her a few big red envelopes.

She didn’t even give her a receipt, so this netizen kept transferring money to her. She really treated money like dirt.

But...she likes it.

The next morning, Hua Jin slept in the hotel's soft and comfortable big bed until she woke up naturally. After washing herself, Hua Jin took a car and rushed to the home of the master who was good at panda embroidery.

In eight years, the entire Shu Province has changed a lot. Highways, cement roads and asphalt roads extending in all directions have led to villages of all sizes. Aunt Gao said that the master of panda embroidery had poor breathing and returned to his hometown to recuperate. Hua Jin thought that she had to travel across mountains and rivers to find the master's home. Little did she know that when she got to the county town, she only needed to spend two yuan on the rural bus fare. Go to the village where the panda embroidery master lives.

Most of the people on the bus were farmers returning home from the market. Most of these people knew each other. They gathered together to talk about their own livestock and poultry, and some elderly people were showing off the new home appliances their children bought for themselves. It was extremely lively.

There was an aunt named Hua Jin who had thin skin and tender flesh, and was dressed fashionably and beautifully. She thought she was the daughter of some family who had made a career outside the country and was returning to her hometown to visit relatives, so she took the initiative to ask her.

"No, I'm here to see Ms. Song Lian. My parents are old friends with her, so I came to visit her." Hua Jin answered the eldest sister in Shu province dialect. She had not told anyone about Shu province for many years. The language, even the tone, seems to lack a bit of Shu flavor.

"Your accent doesn't sound like a local here." The eldest sister thought for a moment and asked another uncle in the car, "Hey, is the Song Lian this girl is looking for from Songjiawan?"

"Song Lian?" The uncle thought for a moment, "Is she looking for Song Lian who used to work at Furong Embroidery Factory?"

"Yes, yes, that's her." Hua Jin did not expect to hear news about Master Song Embroidery so soon, and said happily, "Uncle, do you live in the same village as Master Song Embroidery?"

"Oh, you don't know, Song Lian left last year." The uncle said, "When she held her funeral last year, a lot of people came to express their condolences. How could you find anyone?"

Seeing Hua Jin's expression change, the uncle advised, "Don't worry, her eldest daughter and son-in-law are at her house now. Wait, you come with me, and I will take you to her house."

"Thank you." Hua Jin was a little depressed. Aunt Gao mentioned that Ms. Song was a very great embroiderer. She also told Aunt Gao back then that it was a pity that she had no successor and her skills would probably take a long time. Abandoned.

I wonder if Master Song embroidery found someone to inherit her craftsmanship after so many years before going west.

Song Embroidery Master’s daughter lives in a two-story building. She heard that Hua Jin came to see her mother. She, who was already over fifty, warmly invited Hua Jin to sit down and went to cook something sweet for Hua Jin. Tang was stopped by Hua Jin.

There were some embroidery paintings hanging on the walls at home. They were all rare masterpieces. Hua Jin couldn't help but look at them a few more times. Noticing Hua Jin's eyes, the eldest daughter was half proud and half regretful, "My mother's favorite thing in her life is embroidery. She even won the provincial grand prize before. Later, her eyesight became bad, so she often told me, There are fewer and fewer people who like embroidery, and no one can inherit her skills."

"Are these on the wall all the work of Song embroidery masters?" Hua Jin looked up at the wall. The styles of these embroideries were different, and they didn't look like they were made by one person.

"No, these are works by my mother and some of her friends." The eldest daughter said, "Her legs and feet have been bad in the past few years, so she hangs the works given by her friends on the wall to appreciate."

Hua Jin and the eldest daughter of Master Song Embroidery went to the cemetery to apply fragrant wax to Master Song. 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 in embroidery, I can see in you the unique temperament of an embroidery master." The eldest daughter of Song Embroidery Master smiled bitterly, "When my mother was buried last year, because of the emphasis on traditional art, The leaders came to express their condolences, which led to many people coming to join in the fun, but no one has come in the past six months."

"Before I came here, my teacher said that she had met Song Embroidery Master several times, so she asked me to come to Song Embroidery Master to expand my horizons." Walking on the field ridge, smelling the rich fragrance of golden rapeseed flowers, Hua Jin spoke in a low voice. , "It's me and Song Embroidery Master who didn't have a chance."

"If you don't mind it, I have some copies of notebooks I can give you. They contain a summary of my mother's embroidery before she died."

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

"My mother's biggest regret during her lifetime was that she could not receive a young and talented apprentice. Today it is rare to meet a young man like you who is so dedicated to embroidery. My mother will only be happy if I give you a notebook. I won’t be sad.” The eldest daughter of Master Song Xiu smiled, “What’s more, it’s just a copy, not the original.”

Back home, Master Song Embroidery’s eldest daughter gave Hua Jin a copy of the notebook, and also showed her many photos of Master Song Embroidery’s panda embroidery works during his lifetime, as well as the information collected by Master Song Embroidery.

Every top embroiderer not only has skills that surpass ordinary people in needlework, but also has his own unique talent in artistic aesthetics. Master Song Embroidery is indeed one of the most famous panda embroidery masters in Shu Province. The oldest photo of panda embroidery works she collected was from nearly a hundred years ago.

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

Smart and vivid, it is obviously just embroidery, but it gives people the illusion that it is a living thing.

This is a true masterpiece.

After reading the works of Master Song embroidery and the photos of embroidery she collected, Hua Jin finally realized clearly how far away she was from these masters.

Aunt Gao always praised her for her talent, and Tan Yuan also said that the things she embroidered were full of aura, which almost made her think that she was a genius among young embroiderers.

What does it mean to feel ashamed?

A blurry photo from a hundred years ago was enough to make her blush with embarrassment.

On the way back to Furong City, Hua Jin thought about a lot, and the clearest impression was of the exquisite embroidery. After rubbing her somewhat confused brain, she opened her phone and took a look. It was not too cold in winter and she sent her another message.

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

Hua Jin looked at the WeChat QR code picture sent by the other party, remembered the red envelopes he sent, and silently added her as a friend.

The WeChat avatar of Not Too Cold in Winter is a very popular comic character. After the two became friends, the other party sent several messages in succession.

Dongdong: Thank you for your hard work.

Hua Jin frowned immediately when she saw this sentence.

Old man?

Who is old?