"Well, I'm back."

"Do you have time in the evening? I'll pick you up. ”

"When I have time, I'll send you the location."

Xiang Tang just got out of the car, so he simply stood on the side of the road and sent a message to Shao Chushi, with a smile on his face that he didn't even notice.

I knew that Shao Chushi would come back early, so I wouldn't have come here today.

Xiang Tang sent the location over, turned around and walked towards the alley.

The location of the old store is relatively partial, and most of them are regular customers, and the car can't get in, and the reason why I can find this place is also an accident.

The name of the old store is Mingyue Songfeng, with low-key wooden plaques, double-open wooden doors, and old wind chimes hanging under the eaves, and you can still hear the crisp sound when the wind blows.

This façade looks really unsightly from the outside, and when you open the door, it is a world.

Inside is a delicate small courtyard, the wall is full of roses and vines, the wall is hollowed out of the brick carving, the side is planted with delicate green bamboo, there is a small pond not far away, the owner carefully made a rockery, from time to time there is a gurgling sound of flowing water, there are a few red koi swimming in the pool, shuttling in the aquatic plants, so that the yard in late autumn is also a little more lively.

The sun was shining today, so there was a reclining chair in the open space of the yard, and an old man with white hair was basking in the sun with a snow-white cat, squinting his eyes and humming a little tune.

"Xiaotang is here."

Out of the hall was a man in a long robe, probably getting colder, wearing a thick white cloak, with a pair of one-sided mirrors, and a slender chain falling to the side of his face, like a man walking out of an ancient painting.

"Well, Brother Yanru, I'm here to learn embroidery."

"I know, it's still in the original position, you go over by yourself first, if you don't meet the standard, the master will be punished."

The master was naturally the one basking in the sun in the courtyard, obviously looking like he was about to fall asleep, but he was obviously still listening to the movement here, and when he heard this, he seemed to move, and he looked disapproving.

But Xiang Tang was nervous and didn't see it. Just greeted the old man respectfully, quickly entered the door, sat down in front of the embroidered cloth familiarly, and soon immersed himself in embroidery.

Bai Yanru shook his head helplessly and smiled, and sat down next to the old man with a tray.

His little junior sister looks more serious than him, which makes him feel a sense of crisis.

"You kid, you smeared my image in front of my little girl again, when did I become so strict."

It was a kind female voice who spoke, and even at this age, I could still see that I must be a beauty when I was young.

"Yes, not harshly."

Bai Yanru took a velvet blanket to cover the master, naturally boiled water to make tea, the movements were smooth, and the fresh fragrance of tea quickly spread from under the palm.

"It's just you, you're used to perfunctory me."

"If you hadn't been forced to learn these things back then, where would you have a good marriage with this wooden stake."

Bai Yanru's hand pouring tea paused, but the smile under his eyebrows was a little more.

The old man was still talking to himself, "Xiaotang is a good boy, hard and serious, not only talented, but also aura that the group of academics does not have. ”

said and seemed to sigh a little, "In a blink of an eye for decades, this industry has always been new people replacing old people, there are many people who do this business, and there are many people who like it, and there are only one who can calm down and learn embroidery." ”

"Yanru, you're just too weak."

"Otherwise, my old woman wouldn't be holding a kitten every day, and she wouldn't have a fragrant and soft grandson."

The old man's emotions came and went quickly, and he sighed a few words and asked to urge the marriage.

Even if it's a master, you can't run away from the marriage that should be urged.

Bai Yanru bent his lips helplessly, and handed the cyan tea cup in his hand to the old man.

"Master, don't say that in front of Xiaotang, you'll scare people away later, we'll ...... It's just ordinary friends. ”

Then the head was hit lightly.

"You still want to bluff my wife, I don't know your virtue."

"In the past 20 years, when have you ever pretended to be a friend to others, even if my gender is not so dead, there is no one."

"Now that you meet Xiaotang, you can secretly laugh."

The old man snorted softly, closed his eyes and ignored the person, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and he stroked the cat's back again and again, and the kitten on his knee even sounded a comfortable purr.

Bai Yanru didn't open his mouth either, the master was right, he had no way to deny it.

He has not been lively since he was a child, and later learned embroidery, and he sat all day, and he has long been less active than other boys.

Even before, the master had been worried, and asked him about his sexual orientation, and patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, even if he likes boys, it doesn't matter, his master and I have always been able to keep up with the rhythm of the times.

made him cry and laugh for a while, until Xiang Tang appeared later.

Embroidery is also a kind of art, and art needs to come from life. He rarely goes out, but sometimes he goes out for inspiration.

Other people's work is also a source of inspiration.

That was the first time he met Xiang Tang, and the immature little girl fought with the other party for a pair of embroidery, and only when she got closer did she know that because the person was disrespectful, saying that embroidery was time-consuming, laborious and distorted, and would be eliminated one day.

What did Xiang Tang say, she said, embroidery, is China's long history of cultural answers, is the crystallization of history and culture, but also the sweat and hard work of countless craftsmen, and Suzhou embroidery, is known as a needle painting, the embroidered works are lifelike, the charm of pen and ink is more incisive, enough to compete with the art of calligraphy and painting.

The words were impassioned, but it really shocked a group of people, and the people who were still strong just now lost their faces and squeezed out of the crowd.

The onlookers soon dispersed, and only the little girl remained, still holding the not very delicate embroidery in her hand, but her face was indescribably serious and cherished.

She loves embroidery and is not a fake.

And this line of work is really too difficult, young people really rarely persevere, even if they were at the beginning, they only slowly found fun day after day, and the suffering in this is not something that ordinary people can bear.

At that time, he shook his head and left, but he didn't expect that half a month later, he met the bright little girl again, but this time it was rare to be lonely.

The rain in spring was not heavy, but it was frighteningly cold.

Just not far from home, he took people home directly, the original intention was just to shelter from the rain, in place of this rare fate, I didn't expect the little girl to like embroidery so much, and then it was more often to come, stunned grinding the master, worship into the master.

At that time, he knew that Xiang Tang was studying clothing design, and what he wanted to do most was to have his own national style brand, and Chinese embroidery was the most eye-catching stroke of Chinese style.

So, he had a serious and hard-working little sister, who came when he had time, and came for hours.

His sense of crisis was really not fake.