Feast of Flowers

Pei Yan panted and glanced across Hua Jin's body, making sure that she was not injured, so that she had the energy to look at the child she was holding in her hand, tugging at the corner of her mouth, and turning away.

Seeing him leaving, Hua Jin let go of Xiao Hai's hand and ran to Pei Yan: "Mr. Pei, don't go so fast."

"What are you doing?" Pei Yan raised his arm near Huajin, "If you have anything to say, don't touch me."

Hua Jin quickly put her hands behind her back: "Why are you here?"

"I'm passing by, can't it?" Pei Yan walked quickly toward the car parked on the side of the road and approached, he saw a ticket on the front of the car waving in the wind. Tear off the ticket, he pulled the car door and sat in.

Close the door, turn his head to look at Huajin standing outside the co-pilot window, pull the door again and get out of the car, and say to Huajin, "Have you had breakfast?"

Hua Jin shook his head and blinked at him with big eyes.

"Get in the car first, I'll take you to have breakfast." He turned his head and glanced at the sisters Qin and Xiaohai who were still standing in front of the police station, "Call your friends too."

He still has some impressions of Sister Qin, and that special quarrel, he probably won't forget it in a short time.

Hua Jin went to call Sister Qin, Sister Qin took her son's hand and shook her head and refused: "I've already troubled you very much today. I'll take Xiaohai home to eat, so I won't bother you and your friend." Although she didn't know this young man The identity, but now hurriedly ran over, apparently thinking that something had happened to Huajin, her mouth could deceive, but her eyes would not deceive. Xiaohua has been working alone for many years. She has never seen her return to her hometown during the holidays. She wants to know that the original family is not good. It would be great if I could meet a man who cared about her everywhere.

She looked down at her muffled son, stretched out her dry and rough hand, and gently touched the top of his hair, with infinite sourness in her heart. In her life, she was born without expectation, married not for love, and lived in a muddle-headed manner. She hadn't even raised her own children. If Xiaohai had not disappeared this time, she would never know how she should live.

Huajin is different from her.

"Xiaohai, I'm going home with my mother." Sister Qin sniffed, raised her head and smiled at Hua Jin, "I will set the table at home in two days, and everyone will come to my house for dinner."

Hua Jin was stunned, then smiled: "Okay."

Sister Qin is a woman who is not easy to get along with. It may be due to the divorce and the fact that her family is not treating her well. Her mind is very sensitive. Sometimes when others complain, she feels that others are talking about her, so she talks to the whole house. The relationship between people is not good, it is very rare that she takes the initiative to invite everyone to dinner.

Fearing that Hua Jin would invite her over, Sister Qin took Xiao Hai's hand and left. This time she held Xiao Hai's hand tightly and didn't want to let go for a moment.

Looking at the backs of the mother and son, Hua Jin was a little startled. After a long time, she laughed and turned around to find that Pei Yan was standing behind her without knowing when she was so scared.

Pei Yan stared at her for two seconds: "Am I scary?"

"There is an idiom called astonishment, you look too good-looking, I will be particularly surprised." Hua Jin followed Pei Yan into the car, the mobile phone in her bag rang, she took out the mobile phone and took a look. It's a message from Pineapple Spirit.

Dongdong: Flower embroidery master, are you okay? I saw you sitting in a police car in the morning. Is there any misunderstanding inside?

Hua Jin simply replied to the story, put away his phone and watched Pei Yan: "Mr. Yang told you that I was in a police car?"

"Don't think too much, I just heard Yang Shao say so, so I came over to see the excitement." Pei Yan looked forward, "I didn't expect you to come out so fast, I didn't see any excitement."

Huajin's laughter rang from the carriage.

Pei Yan red ears: "What's so funny, haven't you seen others watching the show?"

"I have seen it, but I have never seen a handsome person like you watching the show." Hua Jin smiled, with a layer of water in his eyes, "If I knew you were coming, even if I didn't have any excitement here, I would show you the excitement in advance. ."

"You woman, do you talk like that to everyone?" Pei Yan stopped the car at the intersection of the traffic light, staring at Hua Jin, "Really...really..." Looking at Hua Jin's beautiful eyes, Pei Yan Unable to say something important, he turned his head aside and ignored her.

"I'm sorry, in fact, what I want to say to you is thank you." Hua Jin smiled with crescent eyes, "Thank you for coming."

"I just watched the fun."

"I know."

"Are you happy to watch the show?"

"When something happens to me, someone can rush over in a hurry, I'm very happy."

"You..." Pei Yan turned to look at Hua Jin. Her smile was very warm and beautiful, but Pei Yan felt that his chest was painful and a little sore. He even felt that he had something to reach out to touch her head. Impulse.

Beep!

The whistle sounded behind, and Pei Yan regained his senses, and found that at some point, the red light had changed to green.

Pei Yan took Huajin to his favorite breakfast shop. It is not the peak breakfast period and there are not many people in the shop.

Looking at the exquisitely shaped breakfast bag, Hua Jin took out his phone and took a picture, and said with emotion: "I can't bear to make a bun so cute."

Then, she ate a whole bun.

Pei Yan put down the spoon and looked at the empty food box in front of Hua Jin: "Can't bear to eat... Have you eaten it yet?"

"Who knows that Chinese food on a plate is hard work." Hua Jin wiped the corners of her mouth. "These ingredients have gone through a lot of hardships in order to become beautiful steamed buns. Eating it is the most basic respect for it. As a noble one. Humans, how can I waste their pains."

Pei Yan: "..."

It turns out that someone can explain "eatable" so nicely.

"After eating, I will take you to the store?"

"No, I'm going home to make up and change clothes." Hua Jin remembered that in order to help Sister Qin find a child in the morning, her hair was not combed and her makeup was not applied. Even the clothes she chose were ordinary. In the afternoon, she would go to see embroidery with Teacher Sun. Old man in the world, she can't be too casual.

"So solemnly, who are you going to see?" Pei Yan lowered his head and poked a custard bag shaped like a duck with his chopsticks. With a few chopsticks down, the little duck became a few pieces of dough.

"Meet a very important person." Huajin's eyes were dyed with expression, "At least he can't make a bad impression of me."

"You don't need to be so troublesome. I have a friend who opened a styling studio. I will take you over to do styling. After lunch, I will drive you there." Pei Yan put down the chopsticks poking the custard bag. Convenience."

"That's so embarrassing." Hua Jin shook his head, "And it doesn't need to be so solemn. It's not about going to any important banquet, I just go back and pick a piece of clothing that fits."

Pei Yan looked up at Hua Jin: "Don't you want this important person to have a better impression of you."

"Yes." Hua Jin is very honest, "but the way of styling and makeup is not suitable for us."

we?

Who are she and "us"?

Hearing these two words, Pei Yan felt a trace of dryness in his heart. He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I see."

Sending the flower brocade to the dilapidated alley, Pei Yan turned his head to look at the flower brocade who had unfastened his seat belt: "I really don't need it in the afternoon?

"No, thank you today." Hua Jin raised his head and smiled at Pei Yan, "I always trouble you, I'm very embarrassed."

"It doesn't matter, I'm idle anyway. When I'm bored, it's easy to be kind, and help anyone is helpful." Pei Yan's left index finger gently rubbed the steering wheel, "not to mention such a small matter, it is not a trouble. "

Hua Jin tilted her head and smiled: "It's great."

"What?" Pei Yan looked at her puzzled.

"I said this is good." Hua Jin pursed her lips. "A kind person should meet the best people and live the best life."

Pei Yan's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, Hua Jin's words sounded different from "You are a good person"?

"In that chance encounter by the lake a few months ago, you deliberately teased me. Did you think I was going to commit suicide by jumping into the lake?"

"Otherwise, what else can you do, is it possible that you really thought that I was fond of your beauty?" Pei Yan looked away from Huajin's face, "What kind of beauty I haven't seen?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Pei is very knowledgeable and has read Qianfan." Hua Jin nodded with a smile, "There is no better person in the world than you."

"Starting to talk nonsense again." Pei Yan snorted, "Thinking I was a kindergartener, so perfunctory."

"Actually... I am an honest person." Hua Jin made a serious and serious expression, "praising you is also true."

"You better get out of the car." Pei Yan pointed out the window, "My consultant team, anybody, is better than you in flattering."

"Let them bloom with lotus tongue, why don't I be sincere." Hua Jin pulled the car door and walked down, bending down and beckoning to Pei Yan, "Mr. Pei, thank you very much, goodbye."

The door closed, and the car became quiet.

Pei Yan watched Huajin walk into the alley, and after a long time: "The garish woman, huh!"

At about 2:20 in the afternoon, Hua Jin rushed to the place he had arranged with Teacher Sun. After waiting for less than 20 minutes, Teacher Sun rode over in a small yellow car. Seeing Hua Jin, he waved to her, "I didn't expect you to leave me earlier."

Seeing the sweat on Teacher Sun's forehead, Hua Jin took out the handkerchief from the bag: "Teacher Sun, wipe your sweat."

"I can't bear to wipe such a beautiful handkerchief." Teacher Sun took the handkerchief and looked at it, folded it carefully and returned it to Huajin, "My age is good for sweating and detoxification."

"If you like it, just keep it. When I'm not too busy, I will embroider some handkerchiefs and put them on. This handkerchief has not been used yet, but the fabric is made of ordinary Sichuan brocade. Don't dislike it." Hua Jin helped Teacher Sun Put the little yellow car away, "Are we taking a taxi now?"

"Then I will accept it with a cheeky." Teacher Sun put her handkerchief next to her, "She lives not far from here, so we can just walk over."

"Okay." Huajin walked slowly with Teacher Sun. This is a busy city. There are shops selling flowers, birds, insects and fish nearby. Small shops are crowded and lined with each other. There are various cross-stitch shops, bedding shops, and fruit shops.

Walking through the busy city, upstairs in a somewhat old building, there was a faded sign hanging on the sign simply saying the word Su embroidery. Hua Jin followed Teacher Sun upstairs, across the door, Hua Jin heard voices in the room.

"Cannon knocks over the mountain, you can't keep this chess piece."

"Don't take this step, don't go..."

"No regrets at chess."

Teacher Sun knocked on the door, and soon someone came to open the door. It was a woman about forty years old. Hua Jin noticed that this woman was holding a crutches and one leg hanging empty.

"Teacher Sun, you are here." The woman was very enthusiastic and greeted Teacher Sun to enter the door with Hua Jin. After Hua Jin entered the room, she closed the door and saw three or four old people sitting together in the living room, arguing against a wooden chessboard.

"Master, Teacher Sun is here." Although the woman was leaning on a walking stick, her movements were very neat. Huajin saw several embroidery racks on the other side of the living room, and the few people sitting next to them were mostly disabled. Huajin even saw a one-armed man embroidering Guan Gong pictures.

"Sister Sun, are you here?" A tall old lady walked out from the inside. She was wearing a dark short-sleeved cheongsam and her hair was neatly combed. She looked like a very particular old lady.

"Sister Zhou, this is the talented young man I told you about." Teacher Sun looks very familiar with this teacher, so he doesn't even seem polite, "I will bring her over to see you. "

"Good sign girl." The old lady smiled very kindly and greeted Huajin to sit down, "It just so happens that a few old colleagues are here today, and everyone is sitting and chatting together."

A young girl brought out a plate of fruit, and the old lady said, "This is my granddaughter. She is still in high school. Come and see me this weekend."

Hua Jin glanced at the little girl, and the little girl smiled at her. There were two dimples on her round apple face, which was innocent and cute.

Hua Jin sat next to Teacher Sun and chatted with the old lady for a while, only to find out that the old lady's surname was Zhou, Zhou Yun. When she was young, she worked in an embroidery factory. Later, when the embroidery factory closed down, she came out and worked on her own. Although I didn't earn much, I could live on, and helped several disabled people find a new direction in life.

No wonder there are a few disabled people here, it turns out that's the case. Hua Jin respected Zhou Yun. He could not only stick to his ideals, but also think about helping others. Such a person deserves admiration.

When Hua Jin said that she mainly learned the needlework of the Shu embroidery school, Zhou Yun was not disappointed, but said with emotion: "The development of Shu embroidery in these years is not easy. Young people can sink their hearts to learn embroidery, no matter which school they are studying. Needles are hard to come by."

Several old men and old ladies who were arguing about chess also put away the chessboard, and walked over to watch the younger generations in the embroidery industry. Especially when Teacher Sun took out the handkerchief that the brocade gave her, these old seniors kept complimenting them, wishing to exaggerate the brocade.

The enthusiasm of the old people makes Hua Jin blush. She has only learned embroidery for five or six years. How can these seniors praise it so well?

"Two of us old guys are from the Su Embroidery School, one is from the Cantonese Embroidery School, and the other is from the Hunan Embroidery School. Although embroidery is all about needlework, the stitches and colors of each family are better. Each has its own differences. If you want to talk about guidance, you can't talk about it." Zhou Yun carefully looked at Hua Jinxiu's handkerchief, first exaggerated Hua Jinxiu's handkerchief, and then said, "I don't think your stitching problem is big, and you have no strength. The color is not as bright as traditional Shu embroidery, but it is more in line with the aesthetics of young people nowadays. This is actually very good. The future belongs to young people. Only when young people accept what we embroider Will continue to spread."

Hua Jin blushed a little. Teacher Zhou Yun was right. Her embroidery style really caters to the aesthetics of young people. Compared with these old artists who have always insisted on their original intentions, she is still a little beggar.

"There is fashion in the tradition, but the original characteristics of Shu embroidery are not lost." Zhou Yun praised, "Although you are young, you have the characteristics of embroidery masters in your embroidery, that is, vitality. It is remarkable in the past. The masters of embroidery, their works are so beautiful that they have a soul. It’s no wonder that Sister Sun will bring you here specially, but it’s a pity that you already have a teacher, otherwise I will accept you as a direct disciple."

This afternoon, Huajin heard a lot from these seniors. They talked about the glory of embroidery, the future of embroidery, and the heart that embroiders can't forget.

After leaving Mr. Zhou Yun’s house, Mr. Sun saw Huajin looked a little bit startled, and said with a smile: "They are too enthusiastic to scare you? Please don't blame them, just because young embroiders like you are too rare, they think As long as you praise you more and say some nice things, you will walk more firmly and further along this road."

"They just want the craft of embroidery to pass on for a long time..."

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