"This girl, I'm afraid you're mistaken, right? How could I be the reincarnation of Master Guanyin...... Amitabha, Amitabha...... "Mrs. Yang hurriedly clasped her hands together, saying that she didn't dare, but the corners of her mouth were upturned, and her face was used.

"Mrs., in front of the Buddha, the believer girl does not dare to speak, the wife is really full of Buddha light, it is really a blessing for the believer to be able to get this honor!" As he spoke, Yun Luo knelt on the ground and kowtowed in a regular manner, his movements were skillful and pious.

Mrs. Yang was overwhelmed by Yun Luo's words, and when she saw Yun Luo worshipping the Bodhisattva, she also followed up with a correct posture and kowtowed sincerely.

After some actions, Yun Luo didn't talk anymore, and said a few words to Mrs. Yang before leaving.

Looking at Yun Luolian's back with a slight move, Mrs. Yang's heart was filled with joy.

After Yun Luo left Xiangshan Temple, he hurried to the famous embroidery shop in the city - Jinyuan.

It is said that Jinyuan was founded by Sun Jinniang, a master of Supai embroidery, and after more than ten years of development, there is a branch of Jinyuan in the south of the Yangtze River.

Xinyang County is under the jurisdiction of Suzhou Prefecture, and naturally it also has the branch of Jinyuan. It's just that the price of Jinyuan embroidery is expensive, a small screen will cost as much as twenty taels of silver, and ordinary people can't afford to patronize it at all. Of course, there is no chance to set foot on it! When it comes to Jinyuan, Yun Luo is still very angry, when she has such family conditions, she is still too young to go out, so naturally it is impossible to have the opportunity to go to Jinyuan! Now that she can go out, the conditions at home can be described as "four walls", and her sadness can be imagined......

Yun Luo looked up at the plaque at the entrance of the Jinyuan again, suppressed the sourness of his thoughts, helped the placket, hid to the side, and made sure that no one could see her, before he began to look nervously at the people coming by on the street - when will that person come?

I don't know how long it has been, Yun Luo only felt that his back heels were faintly numb because of standing for a long time, and his neck was so stiff that he couldn't move because he had been in the same posture for a long time.

Finally, a carriage stopped at the gate of Jinyuan, and Mrs. Yang got out of the carriage gracefully with the support of the two girls.

The moment Yun Luo's eyes touched that figure, a strong light burst out, and such a hard wait finally reflected all the value when it was confirmed that Mrs. Yang appeared!

Chance encounters, chance encounters, accidental reunions, what a fate!

That's how fate came about......

In the Jinyuan, quiet and elegant, there is no trouble of idle people, the goods are placed in a staggered manner, rich in color, and the layers are distinct, and you can know that the Jinyuan has a good taste at a glance.

The first time Yun Luo entered here, he was a little dazzled. There are delicate purses, handkerchiefs, still life screens of flowers and birds, magnificent large screens of mountains and rivers, graceful wall screens, and double-sided embroidered screens of Suzhou embroidery that stand alone in the world.

Yunluo female red is quite talented, since childhood with the famous master Nanyuan in Suzhou City to study, because of the exquisite skills, very much loved by the master. It's a pity that after Uncle Yunfu was down, he naturally couldn't afford to invite a master like Nanyuan, so Yun Luo could only say goodbye to the master. Ironically, I didn't expect that gradually, the situation of Yun Luo's family became more and more unbearable, and in recent years, it was even reduced to the point that Yun Luo needed to embroider some small things to take out and sell them for money to make ends meet.

Master Nanyuan is the close disciple of Sun Jinniang, the master of Su embroidery, and the needlework is the true inheritance of the master.

Therefore, the things embroidered by Yunluo are quite a bit of a master's style. It's a pity that because there is no extra silver to buy silk thread, she mostly embroiders some simple embroidery, and takes it to the silk village to sell on consignment, in exchange for some money to supplement the family.

Turning a large display screen, Yun Luo saw Mrs. Yang standing alone in front of a wall screen and watching quietly, with no one around.

Jinyuan has always been so considerate and considerate of customers, not like some shops, when they see a person coming in, they lick their faces and go back and forth, busy introducing and selling, and do not give guests room to appreciate and choose. Jinyuan is different, the guys in the shop will always give guests a quiet space, appear in front of them at the right time, and have a clear and warm smile, which makes people feel pleasing to the eye. Therefore, Jinyuan's business is thriving, embroidery is one aspect, and hospitality is another!

Mrs. Yang is looking at a picture of a golden spring, in which the spring is full of flowers, the grass and trees are germinating, the white artemisia is luxuriant, the wicker is green, the tidbits are pink, the yellow warbler is crying, and the stream is murmuring. The whole picture is bright and bright, the form is lifelike, what is more amazing is that the expression of the yellow warbler raising her neck and screaming is vivid and vivid, and the eyes of the small apricot kernel seem to have phantom color circulation, which is really a rare good product.

Yun Luo stepped forward quietly, stood in front of the Jinchun map, a few steps away from Mrs. Yang, and carefully admired the embroidery.

"Spring is late, and the trees are blooming. Cang Geng, picking Su Qiqi. Yun Luo groaned softly, his eyes were warm, and his expression was hazy.

Hearing the voice, Mrs. Yang naturally turned her head to look at her, and when she saw that it was her, she immediately felt shocked.

Of course, what surprised her even more was Yun Luo's words-

"Is that you?" Mrs. Yang's voice was not high, and it was only audible to the two of them.

"Madam, it's you! It's so fateful, I met you here again, the little girl saw such a good product, and she forgot her feelings for a while, and she disturbed her wife! Yun Luo put on just the right amount of surprise, and then curtsied very reservedly, his movements were smooth and smooth, without a trace of pretentiousness.

Mrs. Yang waved her hand, walked over to help her, and said in a gentle tone: "The girl is polite, get up quickly, this is Jinyuan, like-minded people appreciate the boutique, how to call who disturbed whom!" What did you just say? ”

"The little girl saw that this Jinchun picture depicts the lazy spring day and the stretching of all things so vividly, and she couldn't help but think of such a poem in the Book of Songs, and she couldn't help but chant out, the little girl Meng Lang, I hope Mrs. forgiveness!" Yun Luo was unhurried, and spoke eloquently, with a calm and peaceful face, and Mrs. Yang nodded straight when she saw it.

When Mrs. Yang saw her enter and leave the Jinyuan, she remembered the few words she had met in Xiangshan Temple, and her good feelings doubled, and when she saw her so gentle and polite, and her quick thinking, she knew that she had read a book at a glance, and her tone couldn't help but be even more gentle.

"The girl is polite, no hindrance, no hindrance, don't take it to heart!"

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