Wu Xia's little finger vibrated slightly like Tang Fei's, and the silk thread parted smoothly in her hand like a stream of water that had been cut.

Looking closely at her and Tang Fei's techniques, they are almost identical, and before the step of separating the silk, their movements are very small, and they can't see the difference from other embroiderers.

After Wu Xia was assigned 256 shares, she immediately changed the thread and split the wire, without being affected by Tang Fei at all.

At the same time, Tang Fei was relying on sensation and vibration to find the space between the silk proteins on a 10-micron silk.

The lead was overtaken by Wu Xia.

Suddenly, Tang Fei's tail finger vibration stopped.

The onlookers and the people who broadcast live on Weibo couldn't help but stop their movements with her, and even stopped breathing! The voices of the crowd that were crowded around the periphery for more than a dozen circles slowly weakened.

Is it done?

The silk thread in Tang Fei's hand broke under her movements, and she sighed.

The others also sighed regretfully, it really didn't work, it was too difficult.

Tang Fei's fingers trembled in the air, recalling the force just now, how she broke the thread, when the thread broke, she felt the silk break under the touch of her fingertips, and there was a force to pull vertically along the silk thread, and that force was the direction of the protein beam.

She can not be completely separated, relying on the force when she breaks, and splits the silk along the protein bundle, just like when picking vegetables, breaking and tearing again.

Tang Fei's fingers were still figuring out, and her list of skills was quietly changing.

[Embroidery-splitting, proficient 100.001%]

How slowly do you improve your silk splitting skills? You can improve your skills by practicing and you can improve 100% later!

Tang Fei was still thinking about summarizing, and on the other side, Wu Xia had already processed all the silk threads and began to prepare the pale gold color.

Seeing that Tang Fei's thread was broken, a collective exhalation in unison made everyone laugh at each other, regret is regret, but then I feel that this is normal.

If Tang Fei really divides 512 copies, then it is called scary, and a random person can directly break the world record, you say terrible or not.

It's terrifying enough to get silk, and the silk can be torn by hand!

That's the same as tearing out Wensi tofu by hand! It's not a human skill anymore!

"The young people nowadays are really good, and they dare to try new things when they are competing."

"Admire, the psychological quality of the two people is too strong, Tang Fei dares to do experiments in the competition, everything we watch outside is made by her heartbeat to the throat, Wu Xia can still follow her own rhythm without distraction."

"It's a real matchup."

After Tang Fei failed, she had no intention of stopping, so she even picked up a thin thread that had been divided, and she wanted to continue the experiment!

Tang Fei recalled the experience of the last failure, and the vibrating tail finger touched the silk, and the structure of the silk was like putting it under a microscope in his mind, and he had a cross-sectional diagram of silk.

Wu Xia used orange and white to mix the pale golden background of the sweaty BMW, and then based on this very light orange, the gradient light chromaticity of the metal was blended.

When she was about to combine the silk threads, her hands began to tremble slightly, and countless memories of her childhood appeared unexpectedly in front of her eyes and ears.

It seems that without holding a needle, she will also have some resistance to the thread, such as the body's self-protection reaction.

When Wu Xia was in elementary school, she whimsically made silk threads into mixed gradient colors, and embroidered a rabbit with her teacher.

On that day, she beautifully carried the embroidered rabbit home and carefully placed it at the head of her bed.

With the teacher's affirmation, parents should not object.

She confidently started making threads, and when her parents came back from work, she told them that she had been praised by her teacher.

When her parents came back and saw her silk thread works, they were greeted with a thunderous jump.

"If you don't want to do it, you just want to do it! You take my words as a deaf ear and deliberately stubborn to me, don't you? ”

"Hold your mouth again, put it away for me, you still have the face to cry."

"You also said that the teacher liked it, and the teacher praised you for being innovative, and you still learned to lie? I immediately called the teacher to see if she asked you to do it. ”

"What is innovation, how old are you, you can't go and want to run!"

Her mother was swept to the ground with excitement, and her father kept slapping the table.

"What's the use of winning the gold medal in the children's group, it's just a child's thing, you are shallow-eyed, you love to be proud, and you love to show off."

"Eat me, spend me, you are still angry with me, I raised you to raise revenge?"

……

Wu Xia closed her eyes, and her hands trembled more and more.

She took a deep breath, sweating profusely on her palms and forehead. She made adjustments, and as soon as she looked up, she saw Lu Yan at the glass partition, and her teacher saw her and smiled at her, the smile was still as warm as before, as long as she wanted to, she could have it.

After her parents counted down that day, she didn't want to touch the gradient again, and the teacher asked curiously.

"Da Mao, the line you matched last time was very beautiful, is it no longer matched?"

"No, I want to do the basics first." Xiao Wu Xia bit her lip uneasily.

"Da Mao has an idea of his own, it's good." Lu Yan's hands were already hurting badly at that time, and she was all about her apprentice, thinking that Wu Xia was good at everything.

She ran down Xiao Wu Xia's hair.

Xiao Wu Xia slowly leaned into Lu Yan's arms.

"Teacher, do you like me because I'm obedient and do everything you say?"

"I like you, of course, I've been together for a long time, and I have a deep relationship. Teachers don't listen to you, don't you like teachers? Lu Yan nodded Xiao Wu Xia's forehead.

"I like teachers."

At that time, the teacher's smile was as warm as it is now, and it hasn't changed for so many years.

……

Wu Xia calmed down, picked up a tissue and wiped her hand dry, and there was a picture of a car crashing into her in front of her.

There was a screeching sound of brakes in her ears, and the head of the car hit her leg in a moment of sharp pain, and she fell to the ground and slid to the bottom of the car, the wheels that had rolled half a circle were only a few silk threads away from her head.

She was so close to death at that time, afraid and panicked like an all-engulfing monster chasing her, and she desperately wanted to find a safe haven to hide.

When she opened her eyes and saw her parents anxiously rushing outside the ward, she thought that she could finally enjoy a trace of warm care, and her family and relatives could give her safe salvation.

But hope is really easy to break, and the more she wants to get it, the less she gets.

"Why did you get into a car accident and hurt your hand?"

"If your hands are fine, that's good, that's good."

"You too, you don't walk for a long time, and when you see a car driving so fast, don't cross the street."

"Green light? The green light is also your fault, what's the use of just looking at the lights and not looking at the car, fortunately the hands are fine, otherwise I'll see what you do. ”

……

"Can't embroider? Shaking hands? Wu Xia! You're such a big person, what kind of illness are you pretending! You thought it was still a child. ”

"What can you do without embroidery, without embroidery? You won't do anything! ”

The panic was like a source of horror that could not find a place to land, and it drifted into the depths of darkness, making the world she felt dark.

Every time she picked up the needle, the harsh words of her parents appeared with the harsh sound of brakes that day, and the fear of the wheels rolling over her face in half a circle made her unable to hold her hand again.

Maybe subconsciously, she wanted to hurt her hand once, and wanted to see if her parents were still so indifferent after her hand was injured.

What else can she do if she can't do embroidery? She can still do a lot of things, she is capable of anything, but embroidery is her favorite, and she is reluctant to let go when she touches the thread and the needle.

What she likes embroidery is not a forced preference from her parents, but her own preference. Every stitch is a bridge between her and her teacher.

Her parents don't love her that much, but it doesn't matter, she still has teachers, she still has herself.

She can match the mane of the only pale golden sweat BMW for the teacher, and she will definitely be able to embroider the sweat and blood BMW with the whole body like golden milk for the teacher.

Wu Xia's hand gradually stabilized, she raised her head and showed a simple and innocent smile to Lu Yan, just like when she was a child, Lu Yan also gave a gentle and warm smile, everything seemed to have not changed, from childhood to adulthood.

Wu Xia's hand became faster and faster, the corners of her mouth raised, and the obstacle that had been wrapping around her, restraining her, and making her sink into the quagmire seemed to be far away in an instant, and her whole body relaxed.