"It's all my fault, mother, your embroidery is so beautiful, if you don't give it to me, I'm really going to cry my nose." Jingyi simply coquettishly coquettished with her mother. She smelled the faint smell of medicine on her mother's body, and tears were about to pour up...... I know too well that these days, her disobedience has embarrassed and saddened her mother. It's just that if you don't want to, you will give in to your mother.

Wan Wei smiled and said: "Are you really stupid, or fake stupid, my mother is just a girl for you, this is not for you, is it for others?" Who else uses such a mind as a mother? Even if my mother is not afraid of hard work, embroidering such a painting in a few years, who will be like you, really take it to heart? ”

"Fourth sister." Jingyi said.

Hearing Jingyi mention her fourth sister, Wan Wei sighed and said, "The fourth girl has been a good girl since she was a child, but it's a pity...... Let's see, is it better to embroider a peony flower here, or a lotus flower? ”

Jingyi looked at it and said, "Peony flowers, there are lotus flowers on the horns." She knew that her mother was reluctant to talk to her about the fourth sister. She didn't want to, but she just didn't know why she suddenly remembered the fourth sister who had passed away. Maybe it's because the fourth sister, like her mother, is outstanding in female popularity.

"Yes, there are lotus flowers...... At this point, my eyes were also dizzy, and I couldn't move the needle anymore. ”

"Rest, don't get tired." Jingyi rubbed her mother's shoulders.

"Gotta hurry. I was embroidering for a few days, but after a while, this delay dragged on for three or two years...... It's no wonder people don't want to do it themselves. I bought it in the embroidery room outside, what kind of fancy do I want? Save time and effort. Wan Wei said.

"Where can you compare to what you embroidered?" Jingyi was stunned for a while, and said, "Mother, your painting is really good." ”

On the bright red background, the thin black traces are all there, and the little doll is lifelike.

Mother's calligraphy and painting foundation is good.

In the past, she was not allowed to study in the study, but her mother enlightened her. Every day is to write and draw, and her mother is very strict with her homework. Du's mother used to laugh at that time, saying that her mother was disciplining her son. She really lived up to her mother's training, and when she entered the study to study, she was with her brothers, she didn't read enough, and she didn't lose to her brothers when she wrote and painted. At that time, the family also invited a master to teach their brothers and sisters to paint. The master used to be the emperor's teacher, and he taught them very strictly and diligently. She always felt that the master's appearance seemed very kind, and the master treated her well and taught her with heart, unlike treating her with sincerity and caution, and scolded mercilessly.

She remembered that one day Master brought out a picture album for them to look at.

Master said that writing and painting are nothing more than imitation at the beginning, and only when you are familiar with it can you have a good pen, and you can't see results without ten years of hard work. After that, I groped and could become a family of my own.

She looked at the album for a while, and then said, "My mother has a copy of the same."

The master was silent for a while, and then asked her, "What kind of album is it, is it really the same?"

She was silent.

When the master saw that she refused to speak, he stopped asking. Just touched her head. Master treated her well, but never made her feel so close to her like that day.

She came back and took out the picture book in her mother's study, pointed to the picture book and told her what was going on in Master's house—she still remembered her mother's suddenly dead face, and she was so frightened that she thought she had done something wrong—and soon after, Master quit the museum.

After the master resigned, his father did not invite a special painter to teach them to paint. It is said that my father's words said that none of them were children with talent in calligraphy and painting, and it was better to concentrate on reading, and painting was nothing more than learning some knowledge of appreciation. So, her painting was taught by her mother from then on.

She vaguely felt that there was probably something to do about it. Later, I heard Brother Jiu say that the master who taught painting did not make a living by teaching, and he was a big official for three generations. When the Qing Emperor abdicated, although the old man was in his prime, he no longer appeared in office, and he refused to be even a nominal government adviser. The old man's family background is very thick, and the descendants will not be able to spend it if they do not do things for several generations, and besides, he has no children, he has residences in Tianjin and Beiping, and he is willing to be a public servant - it is easy to interact with different people, and I don't know what method my father used to move him. Thinking about it, my father always had a way. But he refused to come to the house, and his father sent them to him every few days for advice—and when she thought about it now, she remembered that the master was a very serious old man, with a clear and thin face, and a white beard. Master is the kind of old man who is beautiful all the time...... The last time I went to the old man's house before the resignation, the old man didn't say a few words of homework, and asked her to sit there with the third and ninth children and eat fruits. She remembered that there seemed to be someone behind the screen that day, and she vaguely saw the shadow of combing two handfuls of hair, so there were at least two of them. She didn't feel afraid, but deliberately approached the screen, so that she could almost hear the nervous atmosphere of the two people through the screen. She laughed secretly, and didn't expose them—she also liked to hide behind the screen in her father's study, and listen to him do business, and curse and so on, and find it funny, and to hear some funny things that she would never hear on a daily basis...... It is not known that the old man's family may have such a naughty girl.

Her mother had asked her. But because she asked about the album, her mother secretly cried at the album, and she didn't want to tell her mother more, so she didn't mention the screen and the story behind the screen. Later, it slowly faded.

"Do you remember the master who taught painting at that time?" Jing Yi asked softly, "I later remembered that Master was also surnamed Feng." The surname Feng, the name Xiaozhang, the word Baizhi, the number Cizhai, the former Qing Tanhua. It is said that the Empress Dowager admired his calligraphy and painting very much, otherwise she would not have the reputation of the emperor......"

Wan Wei was holding scissors to trim the broken thread on the screen, hearing this, the scissors clicked and cut down, and a big hole was cut in the middle of the screen.

"Mother!" Jingyi hurriedly put away the scissors, stretched out her hand to spread the screen, and the opening destroyed the original perfect and gorgeous picture, and her heart suddenly became cold, "It's all my fault...... What to do? ”

Wan Wei's eyes looked straight at the opening, Jing Yi was nervous and remorseful, and she suddenly felt unlucky.

"Mother?" Jingyi was even more uneasy by Wanyi's expression, "Mother? Mother, don't scare me......"

Wan Wei shook her head.

"It doesn't matter, there's a way to remedy it," she said. ”

"What should I do?" Jingyi was sweating. She has never been good at female celebrities, and she doesn't know what her mother said about remedy.

"Threads, boundaries, weaving...... You see, here, you can just add a leaf...... It's okay. It's not obtrusive, is it? Wan Wei said softly, "It can be remedied, don't be afraid...... None of this is afraid......" she sat down on the edge of the bed, and as she spoke, she stopped.

But the shadow in my heart is still heavy.

"That's good. Scared the hell out of me. Jingyi patted her chest, looked at Wanyi, and asked, "You're really not afraid, right?" It's sure to be repaired, right? Although it was the first time she had seen this embroidered tent, she loved it for some reason. In the past, she always thought these things were cheesy, and probably because they were always associated with dowry and marriage, and she didn't want to associate them with them.

"Yes." Wan Wei said affirmatively. Holding the silk in her hand, the accent of her tone seemed to allow her to drive away the shadow in her heart.

Jingyi smiled.

She squatted down beside the bed and said, "Mother, you are really amazing...... That's all going to work, I thought ......."

"What's the big deal? What if you ruin it and start over? After all, you can do it all over again. Wan Wei stood up and tried to fold the tent. The tent was very large, and she didn't have enough strength, so it took a lot of effort to unfold it.

Jing Yi saw the whole picture of the embroidered tent and couldn't help but be even more surprised.

The mother and daughter didn't speak for a long time, just looked at the embroidered tent.

Wan Wei suddenly said: "Remember, Yi'er, never make that mistake that cannot be remedied." ”

Her tone was a little too poignant, and Jing Yi listened to it, as if her heart was being beaten.

She knew her mother was hinting at her.

"Miss!" Tricy shouted.

Jingyi sighed, and saw Cui Xi standing at the door, "What? ”

"Miss, it's your call." Cui Xi said.

"Phone?" Jing Yi was surprised that she didn't hear the phone ring.

"It was from the door. It is said that a female classmate of yours, named Zhu Dongning, came to you from Shanghai. Cui Xi said.

Jingyi looked at Wan Hui, and Wan Wei said, "Go pick it up." ”

Jingyi walked out at this time. It's even more strange in my heart: Dongning's family is far away in Hangzhou, and he didn't say that he was going to Beiping during the summer vacation...... As soon as she picked up the earpiece, she heard the other party's upright and round Jingbai.

Jingyi pressed the earpiece to her ear, her heart pounded, and said, "You wait for me at the door, I'll come right away." She quickly put down the earpiece, turned around and entered Wanyu's bedroom, and said, "Mother, it's Dongning who is here, waiting at the door, can I go out to meet her?" ”

Wan Wei said: "Since Dongning is here, how good is it to let her in?" How rude it is to speak at the door. With the help of Trixie, she had folded the tent and placed the crack at the top for her to mend it.

Jing Yi looked at the crack and said, "You said that you will only meet me once, and you will go elsewhere in a while and come back another day." ”

When Wan Wei heard her say this, she said, "Then you can go." Tong Dongning said that she was welcome to be a guest at home at any time. ”

"Hmm." Jingyi turned around and left.

Qiu Wei came up and said, "Miss, go slowly." ”

Jingyi had the heart to say that she would not follow, but as soon as they left her mother's bedroom, she didn't say a word and slowed down. As soon as she got out of the apricot gate, she didn't even run.

"Miss?" Qiu Wei caught up.

"Don't shout. When you see someone, don't talk. Jingyi instructed.

Qiu Wei's face changed in an instant when she saw her, and she didn't dare to say more, so she just followed her and walked quickly.