The opening of the embroidery village was a whim of Xu Sanchun. Especially after giving her own favorite name, she is as happy as a bird and about to fly.

The two of them made up their minds and began to plan to embroider those things.

In fact, Xu Sanchun didn't expect much money to be made from this embroidery village. I feel that the shop in front of me is idle, so it is better to do something, so that when I go to embroidery school, the dumb lady will not be bored at home.

After sorting the silk threads, clothing materials, etc., into the warehouse, Xu Sanchun said: "Dumb girl, seeing that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, why don't we embroider a batch of silk fans that suit the occasion?" And with some small objects such as fan pendant fan covers. ”

She thought that after designing a set of patterns, she could apply them to different things. In this way, it can be sold as a set or as a single piece, and they are all cute and delicate gadgets. The price was set fairly, and the little girl liked it, so it was easy to buy it.

The dumb lady nodded, and gestured: "Don't worry about these first, you have to embroider that middle hall first." ”

A pair of middle halls is enough to illustrate the strength of this embroidery village.

Xu Sanchun responded, and the embroidery hall is a big project. She remembered the scenery she saw in Wang Ji Restaurant, the drizzle of early summer shrouded Nanfeng Town with a layer of poetry, and the adjacent houses of the house stretched out, with an antique charm.

It's set!

The middle hall is embroidered in this Nanfeng Town.

She spread the rough-edged paper she used to practice calligraphy on the table, took a pen that she used to draw patterns, and sketched the outlines on the paper. More than ten years of art skills have not been practiced in vain, and only a few strokes will present Nanfeng Town on paper.

The dumb lady looked at the words she had drawn, and was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth.

Isn't this the scenery they saw on the third floor of the restaurant when the Sun family had a treat that day? In Xu Sanchun's pen, it is exactly the same as what he saw that day, and it is more meaningful.

"How can you draw so well?" The dumb lady asked her.

"There are a lot of tricks, and I figured it out myself." Xu Sanchun knew that the dumb lady would ask, and he had already thought of the answer.

She didn't know if there were any fine brushstrokes in this world, let alone seen any other paintings, but there would always be geniuses in this world, which could be explained by her extraordinary talent.

This skill, she can't hide it all the time, at least in front of the dumb girl, she doesn't want to hide it.

Sketching out the general lines, Xu Sanchun raised his pen and pondered. No, this piece of paper is too small, and the size gap between it and the nave is too large. "Dumb girl, I'll go to the study again and buy some paper and paint."

After buying back the drawing paper, Xu Sanchun concentrated on painting this "Drizzle Summer Scene". Sometimes she stopped writing and pondered, sometimes closed her eyes to recall the scenery she first saw, and sometimes she sat at her desk to paint, completely forgetting herself until late at night.

Although it was only a sketch for embroidery, the instinct of her body had automatically put her into the groove. Even eating and drinking are just mechanical reactions.

Seeing her so devoted, the dumb lady pressed down on the things in her heart and didn't mention it.

Originally, Xu Sanchun was going back to the Xu family in Tiantai Township yesterday to have a look, but the trip was delayed by the sudden rainstorm. This morning, I went to visit the embroidery school again, and when I came back, I focused on it.

To embroider such a middle hall, but also to open the embroidery village, how can it take a day and a half to spend effort? The dumb lady originally wanted to go back to Xu's house to have a look, but Xu Sanchun's tireless appearance made her really relieved.

Let's take care of Sanchun first. The matter of the Xu family has already happened, so don't rush it for a while.

The dumb lady snatched the pen from Xu Sanchun's hand and gestured to her, "It's not early, go to bed early." But Xu Sanchun's gaze was still on the picture, and he didn't see her gestures at all.

The dumb lady was helpless, so she took her by the sleeve and took her to the West House, brought hot water, let her lie on the bed after washing, and covered her with a quilt.

The summer night is silent, and the insects chirp.

In the black velvety sky, two moons, one bright and one dark, hang in the night sky, sprinkling moonlight onto the earth.

In a courtyard outside the city of Dongwufu, Hua Duchen sat on a high raised cornice.

On his left index finger, a thin-waisted celadon flask is hooked. One long leg dangled back and forth in mid-air, and he bent the other leg and leaned his face sideways on his knee.

The moonlight sketched him into a silhouette, half of his face hidden in the shadows, only the beautiful lines remained the same. The crimson silk robe, whipped by the night wind, is the only bright color in this picture.

"Young master." The jackdaw flew up and stopped before he could shoot a stone's throw away.

"It's a jackdaw." Twilight lifted her slightly drunk eyes, drunk and hazy, and the peach blossoms in her left eye bloomed more and more.

"You're back?"

"Yes, young master." According to his orders, the jackdaw stayed in Tiantai Township to deal with the finishing touches. Since the young master didn't want people to know that it was his handiwork, he took a lot of effort and rushed back tonight.

Unexpectedly, I saw a drunk young master.

In his impression, the young master is cold and detached, but also strong and confident. No one knew what he was thinking, let alone guessed his joy or anger.

Never, as out of control as tonight.

That's right, it's out of control.

Even if it's a little drunk, for Hua Duchen, it's out of control.

"Young master, the night is cold and windy, and let your subordinates help you go back to your room to rest." The here and now is never a good time to return.

"There's no hurry." Hua Duchen patted the roof beside him and smiled heartily, "Come and drink with me." ”

His order, where did the jackdaw dare to disobey, so he had to walk over and sit down.

Jackdaw sat down, but Twilight retracted her legs and stood up. He lifted the flask and sprinkled the crisp and fragrant wine onto the ground, his body swayed for a moment, and then he stood firm again.

"Jackdaw, I'm here to ask you. Do you know why I like to wear red? ”

He likes red, from his underwear to his outer robe, it is a deep shade of red. Even in winter, he only uses firefox fur.

It's just that he is a young master, why does he like to wear red, Jackdaw has never thought about this question.

Fortunately, Twilight doesn't need him to answer, all he needs tonight is a listener. I saw him look down on himself and say, "Because, in this world, only red is the closest to the color of blood." ”

He wore red clothes precisely to remember the blood feud forever. And always remind myself of the blood that spreads all over the mountains, the innocent dead people, and the unjust souls in hell.

That night, the sky was covered with blood, and even the two moons lost their brilliance.

That night was the day the Hua family was exterminated!

That night, it was tonight.

That night was still the night of candles in his cave room.

A strange smile tugged at his lips, his eyes growing sadder and older, purple spreading to the pupil of his right eye.

He took a sip of this pot of wine, and then sacrificed it to the souls of the dead.

Under his plan, the Hua family now has no worries about extermination. But those dead souls, can he forget them? If it has not happened in this life, can it be regarded as non-existent?