Feast of Flowers: 33. So pitiful

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These words of Teacher Sun made Hua Jin stunned for a long time. Looking at her hands that had become rough and even deformed due to years of insisting on straw knitting, Hua Jin smiled and said: "No, the teachers are very careful. OK."

"It's good that I'm 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 at noon tomorrow. ."

Hua Jin looked at Teacher Sun in surprise. How could Teacher Sun know about her interview with 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 niece. After she came back, she couldn't put it down the handkerchief you gave her. Later, she couldn't put it down. Only when I saw the business card you gave her did I know that the person she interviewed that day was you."

Hua Jin never thought that there would be such a coincidence in the world. No wonder Teacher Sun would introduce her to those seniors. She reached out and hailed a taxi, "Teacher Sun, where do you live? I'll take you back first."

"No, I'll just ride the shared bicycle back." Teacher Sun waved his hand and said, "Taking a taxi is too expensive, so we can't waste it."

"The fare is pricey, and the knowledge you bring me here is priceless." Hua Jin helped Teacher Sun sit in the car, "You worked so hard to accompany me here. It's so late at night. If you don't keep your old man safe, How can I rest assured when I send you home?"

The two sat side by side in the back seat of the car. Teacher Sun reported the address to the driver and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Hey, Sister Zhou asked me to join you in the group just now. Why did I forget it as soon as I left the house? Come on, 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 Teacher Sun as a friend, and then was pulled into a WeChat group called "Wannianqing". There were not many people in the group, and she was only about ten. personal.

My surname is Zhou: Sister Sun, you brought Xiaohua in, I thought you forgot.

I really didn’t expect that Teacher Zhou Yun, who looks so elegant, would have such a domineering name.

Fanhua: Hello, Teacher Zhou.

My surname is Zhou: We are all my own people in this group, so there is no need to be too polite. In the group there are people who make dough, people who make bottles and jars, people who weave grass, and people who carve tree roots. They are all older than you. We are not particular about it. We just have a good time chatting.

When the news about Zhou Yun came out, some people in the group came out to talk, and the names they gave were also very interesting, such as "Tang who carved the roots of the tree", "Shen who pinched the jar", "My sugar painting country", "Mianren" "Child's money" and so on, the style is lively and their identities are easy to identify.

Hua Jin also discovered that these old men and women refreshed the screen very quickly and used emoticons very skillfully. There were even many interesting emoticons that even a young person like her didn't have.

This is a group of old men and women who are engaged in traditional crafts but are also very fashionable.

Silently saving a few interesting emoticons, Hua Jin chatted with these old people for a few words, and then received a series of friend requests. Hua Jin approved all the applications and gave them notes such as "Teacher Tang Hua Jiang", "Teacher Nian Puppet Qian", "Teacher Shu Diao Tang", etc. Teacher Sun who was sitting next to her accidentally saw her notes and shook his head. , "There is no such thing as a teacher. We are just old stubborns who hold on to old things."

"Who said that? You are obviously the masters of protecting traditional beauty." Hua Jin filled in the notes of the new friends one by one and smiled at Teacher Sun, "If you are old stubborns, then am I just a little stubborn? ”

Teacher Sun was coaxed to smile by Hua Jin. Looking at young people like Hua Jin, she seemed to see the hope of the future of traditional art.

After sending Teacher Sun to the door of her house, Hua Jin refused the other party’s invitation to come in and rest, and turned and went downstairs.

Following the crowd and squeezing into the subway, Hua Jin saw many young people playing with their mobile phones on the subway, looking tired and numb. There were not many passengers on this route. Hua Jin found a seat. Not long after she sat down, a couple started to argue not far away.

The quarrel between the two attracted the attention of many passengers. They noticed everyone's gazes. The girl might be a little embarrassed. She turned her back to the window and her shoulders were shaking slightly. She must be crying.

"Cry, cry, cry, just cry." The boy was still angry, "But with our current income, we can't live here forever. The prices in my hometown are low, and there are family members to help with the job. What do you have? What are you dissatisfied with?!"

The girl still didn't speak, her shoulders started shaking more.

Hua Jin looked away, this kind of thing happened almost every day. The pressure of life is enough to wear away all emotions and patience, and many people are struggling to survive.

After a while, when she raised her head again, the couple had stopped arguing. The boy was beside the girl, holding two tissues in his hand. Neither of them spoke. Hua Jin saw confusion on the girl's face.

When the subway arrived, Hua Jin got off the subway. The air-conditioning in the subway was so strong that she shivered. When she walked to the exit, the alternating feeling of hot and cold made her whole body energetic. After walking for a while, she came to the alley below the rental house. She saw a red sports car parked more than ten meters away.

She couldn't help but take another look, remembering that Pei Yan also liked to park the car there when he took her home, and she couldn't help but curl her lips.

Seeing Hua Jin enter the alley, Pei Yan, who was lying under the steering wheel, slowly poked his head out. Thinking of his inexplicable hiding behavior just now, Pei Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the tie around his neck and sighed.

Looking at the dark alley, he started the car and drove away from this place.

He didn't know what he was avoiding, and he didn't even understand why he had to sit outside this dilapidated alley for two or three hours. It was like...like a disgusting pervert.

After returning home, Pei Yan turned on the shower, turned the water to cold, and rushed it towards his face.

Cold water might wake him up.

"Mr. Pei, are you back?" The maid knocked on the door outside.

Drying his face with a towel, Pei Yan opened the door: "Well, what's the matter?"

"In the afternoon, Mr. Meng Tao sent a gift." The helper brought over a wooden box.

"Meng Tao?" Pei Yan took the wooden box, thanked the helper, turned around and put the wooden box on the table. Putting the towel on his head, he opened the lid of the box. After seeing what was in the box, his movements froze.

Inside the box is a very exquisite embroidered screen for a lady, with a signature on it. It is the work of a domestic master embroiderer.

On the embroidered screen, there is also a beautiful card, which says, "I came across this beautiful thing by chance, and I couldn't bear the pearl to be covered in dust, so I give it to Mr. Pei."

The pearl is covered in dust?

Heh, if you give it to him, it won’t be regarded as a pearl covered in dust? When did he say that he liked this kind of thing?

Closing the lid of the box, Pei Yan threw aside the towel on his head. Why did he become related to embroidery after meeting Hua Jin?

The phone rang, and Pei Yan received a message from an assistant, saying that it was the 20th anniversary of the death of a master who made traditional musical instruments. His descendants wanted to exhibit the musical instruments and materials he made during his lifetime, and hoped that they could be used in the rental exhibition. The prices are discounted when visiting the hotel.

After reading the information sent by the assistant, Pei Yan remembered that Hua Jin had said that traditional craftsmanship has become increasingly difficult nowadays, and many craftsmanship has been lost.

Looking at the black-and-white photo of the kind-faced old man on the screen, Pei Yan pinched the bridge of his nose and replied to his assistant: "Lend it to them for free."

Traditional craftsmanship belongs to the same family, so he is supporting the traditional industry.

The next time she met Mr. Mark was in his studio. After visiting Mr. Mark’s studio, Hua Jin had to admit a cruel reality. Her studio could only be regarded as a small workshop. This kind of decoration style and large area A studio that is large and has many assistants is called a high-end studio.

After signing the work agreement, Mark stood up and shook hands with Hua Jin: "I wonder if I have the honor to invite Miss Hua Jin to a casual meal?"

"Mr. Mark, you are too polite." Hua Jin let go of her hand, nodded to Mark and said with a smile, "Why bother you?"

"Dining with Miss Hua Jin is a spiritual enjoyment, how can it be troublesome." Mark smiled and said, "Please."

"Thank you very much." Hua Jin responded, and the two walked into the elevator together. Mark's assistant pressed the elevator button for them. The three of them came to a Western restaurant with a beautiful environment and found a secluded corner to sit down.

"Actually, I was very surprised when I first met Miss Hua Jin." 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. Why should I be surprised?" Hua Jin took the red wine glass and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"I am thirty-four this year. When I was in college, you were still in elementary school. If we had known each other at that time, you would probably have called me uncle." Mark smiled, "I'm not young anymore. ”

Hua Jin smiled and did not answer. Today, Mark wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and his smile is somewhat elegant. From the outside, he doesn't look like a designer who deals with fashion, but more like a professor at school.

Mark is a person who is easy to like. Not only does he speak in a measured manner, but he also shows his respect for women in his words and deeds. Such a man is almost perfect.

After dinner, Mark offered to send Hua Jin back, but Hua Jin refused. She was half serious, half joking: "Please rest assured, Mr. Mark, I will not do anything halfway before completing the embroidery you need." A runaway."

Mark chuckled lightly and no longer insisted on sending Hua Jin back. He stretched out his hand to hail a taxi and sent her into 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 to look straight ahead, and reported the location of the store to the driver.

"Teacher." The assistant looked at the expression on Mark's face and said, "Do you need me to order flowers?"

"No, no need." Mark shook his head, "Miss Hua Jin is a lady worthy of respect."

"I understand." The assistant stopped talking.

Back in the store, Hua Jin threw her bag on the sofa: "Tangyuan, where are the instant noodles in the store?"

"What's wrong with you?" Tan Yuan took out a box of instant noodles from the cabinet and threw it to Hua Jin, "Take it, it's not expired yet."

"Thank you, dear, you are my lifesaver." Hua Jin tore open the lid of the instant noodle bucket and said while tearing apart the seasoning packet, "Quickly, turn on the TV, I will be on TV at noon today replay."

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon." Tan Yuan turned on the TV, "Where can there be replays? But my mother took a few photos in front of the TV. I will go back in the evening and ask her to send you a few photos."

"I knew Aunt Gao loved me the most." Hua Jin filled the boiling water in the instant noodle bucket and stared at the TV for several times. Sure enough, the show was over. She was a little regretful, but it was a pity that the store installed was not an Internet TV, otherwise it could still be played back, so she went to Tan Yuan's house to watch it in the evening.

"Is Mr. Mark so stingy that he invites you to cooperate without even inviting you to lunch?" Tan Yuan changed a plate of stronger incense and lit it, "I still have two bags of dried beans in my bag, I'll give them to you Take it."

"Please, I haven't eaten enough." Hua Jin smiled bitterly, "In order not to be rude when talking to people in the morning, I drank some tasteless porridge, and I was already hungry. I am Shuxiu Heirs must hold back their intellectual and elegant side in front of outsiders."

"People who eat more than pigs still want to say that they are intellectual and elegant." Tan Yuan handed her the dried tofu, "How about I order you some takeout."

"No, I filled my stomach during lunch, and now it's enough to eat a bucket of instant noodles."

Just as the instant noodles were soaking and Hua Jin was about to eat them with a plastic fork, he suddenly heard a scream at the door: "Hua Embroidery Master, how can you eat this kind of thing?"

Hua Jin, who held a plastic fork in her right hand and dried tofu in her left hand, looked at the person at the door blankly. What did she eat? Wasn't it just a bucket of instant noodles?

Yang Shao quickly walked into the door and said with a sad expression: "I will pay you the balance first, and you can do the embroidery slowly, there is no rush."

"No, wait..."

Watching Yang Shao transfer money with his mobile phone in one go, Hua Jin bit a plastic fork, looked at the transfer prompt on the mobile phone, and said after a long time: "Mr. Yang, you came here today, what's the matter?"

"Oh." Yang Shao patted his head and placed an invitation card with the word "longevity" printed on it in front of Hua Jin, "My grandma heard that I ordered an embroidered screen from you, so she wanted to invite you to come with me. Attending her birthday party, I came to run errands and deliver invitations."

Hua Jin wiped her hands with a tissue, picked up the invitation and opened it: "Thanks to the old lady, I will definitely come when the time comes."

Yang Shao immediately smiled when he heard this: "That's great, thank you, embroidery master."

"The old lady has a long life. I am lucky to be able to attend her birthday banquet." Hua Jin put the invitation away, "Mr. Yang, you are too kind to say that." Although the aesthetics of pineapple essence are A bit unconventional, but very filial to the elders.

"Where is it?" Yang Shao scratched his head and smiled, then looked down at the instant noodles in front of Hua Jin, "Master Hua Jin, you must take good care of yourself and pay attention to nutritional supplements."

"Okay." Hua Jin laughed. At this moment, in Yang Shao's eyes, she was probably no more than a winter cabbage.

"Then I'm leaving." Yang Shao was afraid that if he said too much, Hua Jin would suffer, so he had to leave the embroidery shop in three steps. Tan Yuan looked at his back and said to Hua Jin, "This rich second generation has a pretty good mind."

"It's a generous move." Hua Jin opened her phone and looked at the transfer amount. It was really a lovely pineapple essence.

"I admire them and envy them..."

Looking at Hua Jin smiling on the TV, Pei Yan leaned on the sofa, waited for the show to end, and played it back again.

Hua Jin on the TV screen has a gentle and tolerant smile, and her eyes are like blue waves, beautiful and quiet. She said she came from a poor village and said she envied a beautiful family. So what was her family like?

I have excellent grades but have no chance to go to college. I have an injury on my leg at a young age. I am obviously just an ordinary person, but I want more people to like Sichuan embroidery. I even travel far away in order to embroider a good work. Ask questions and take notes.

And that mouth that can make people angry...

He took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Grandpa Zhang, how are you doing lately?"

"I have a friend who has an old injury on her leg, which tends to hurt on rainy days. Can you help her take a look?"

"Okay, I will definitely have a drink with you when the time comes."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Yan looked at the exquisite embroidery in the camera and leaned on the sofa, thinking that he was meddling in other business and contributing 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 came to play with you, are you at home?"

"Not here." Pei Yan refused ruthlessly.

"I'm telling you, the flower embroidery master is having 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 be in this industry."