Under Han Jianing's gaze, Gu Xiayang took out a neatly stacked roll of chiffon from his sleeve and put it on the table.

Han Jianing's eyes widened instantly, this pattern was too familiar to her!

This is what she has seen the most every day these days, she reached out and quickly picked it up and looked at it, and after a while, a fire ignited under her eyes.

"It seems that you have figured out the key to it, and now you understand why I don't want your cloth even if it is a low price and a relationship for many years."

Gu Xiayang drank tea elegantly, with incomprehensible feelings hidden in his eyes, and slowly looked at Han Jianing.

Han Jianing pinched the small piece of chiffon in her hand with both hands, took a deep breath, and her whole body was about to explode, "This is someone deliberately digging a pit to harm my Han family!" ”

"In the eyes of outsiders, isn't it that your Han family can't take this single job?"

"Then they can't plagiarize pirated copies!" Han Jianing threw the chiffon on the table in disgust.

"What evidence do you have?"

Gu Xiayang's words made Han Jianing purse her lips, even if she could see at a glance that this chiffon was plagiarized from her family's tie-dye design, but as Gu Xiayang said, she had no evidence.

The reason why this single item was returned is because of the uncontrollable tie-dye technology, and there is no way to achieve the same accurate positioning of the pattern, which is not comparable to this kind of computer printing.

Although in terms of material, fabric and exquisiteness, her family's things are far better than the plagiarized chiffon in front of her, but people can mass-produce the same in large quantities, which is a win.

"Am I not going to have evidence to let people pirate our skills?

Painting a tiger is not an anti-dog, what market can there be for this kind of smiling and generous thing. Han Jianing was a little contemptuous and disdainful.

Gu Xiayang put the teacup down, his expression was a little serious.

"People can do what you can't do, and you can do it at a low price. Just the chiffon in front of you can make a few dollars, is your tie-dye good? ”

"How is this possible?"

Even if Han Jianing hasn't touched tie-dye for all these years, he knows that the unit price of a few yuan can't be done at all, and those plant dyes alone are ridiculously expensive, let alone artificial.

"Han Jianing, you haven't paid attention to traditional crafts all these years, and you don't know what kind of predicament we are facing, the squeeze of the external market, and the erosion of our traditional culture, and no one is facing the severance of inheritance after internal successors.

These are not as simple as you think you can just make up a business or just work together to find a long-term partner. ”

Gu Xiayang's words meant something, and he stabbed Han Jianing deeply.

A layer of flames rose from her eyes, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she jumped up suddenly, and pointed at Gu Xiayang with her slender fingers, "You are enough!" Your inheritor is amazing, don't I just give up the inheritance, and I will be damaged by you like this?

I also know that the market is tough right now, but what do you want me to do? If it weren't for Grandpa's anger this time, I wouldn't have come back. ”

Han Jianing's emotions were excited, she suppressed the sourness that kept churning in her heart, and she held back her tears with some grievances, and turned her back.

"You shouldn't come back, what else can you do when you come back now besides a blind date, Han Jianing, are you willing?"

Gu Xiayang looked at her stiff back, and her eyes crossed with unspeakable emotions.

Han Jianing's heart became cold, in this sunny July, she felt the slightest coldness to her bones, her long eyelashes covered the loss in her eyes, and she suppressed her voice and said: "I'm unwilling, what does it have to do with you." ”

Gu Xiayang was silent for a moment, then suddenly got up and walked to the wall on the side of the teahouse.

There are many photos hanging here, the owner of the teahouse, is an old local of Wuzhen, we are already very familiar with each other, and the photos on the wall tell the history of Wuzhen in the past few decades.

His gaze was fixed on one of the photos, in which he was young and sunny, and Han Jianing, who was standing beside him, was even more sweet and lovely.

This is a photo of the two of them when they were fifteen years old, when they each made their mark.

Gu Xiayang's eyes were filled with nostalgia and tenderness.

Han Jianing followed his gaze.

When she saw that Gu Xiayang seemed to be about to touch the photo, she ran over in a panic and wanted to slap his hand away, but accidentally knocked the photo down.

"Bang!"

The frame shattered, and the glass scattered.

Han Jianing squatted down and wanted to pick it up, but Gu Xiayang grabbed her hand, "Be careful!" ”

The sharp glass cut through the fingers of both men, and blood dripped down.

fell on the photograph and blurred the figure.

In an instant, the two of them only felt that the world was spinning!

…………

"Gu Xiayang?"

Han Jianing covered her head and opened her eyes with difficulty, but she was suddenly stunned.

This is......

Grandparents' house?

Is she dreaming?

Han Jianing looked at the decoration full of age in shock, as well as the seagull brand clock hanging on the wall, and the desk that her grandfather personally played, and the small flowers that she destroyed when she was a child and cut with a knife.

Han Jianing looked incredulous, she reached out and stroked the ugly little flower, the pitted wood against her fingertips, and in an instant, the memory broke through the barrier of time and wrapped Han Jianing around.

She was obviously still on a blind date with Gu Xiayang in the teahouse just now, why did she go to her grandparents' house in a blink of an eye?

I always felt that something was wrong.

Han Jianing leaned aside a little weakly because of a headache, her mind was messed up now, and she hadn't sorted out the situation yet.

"Han Jianxin, what's the matter with you, let you be careful, acting in front of your parents, why did you still move your hands, now Ning Ning hurt her head, your parents will definitely be angry!"

"Han Jianfang is obviously you who asked me to make trouble, and it was you who squeezed Ning Ning over, how did it get into your mouth, it became my fault!"

"I don't care, it's all you idiot, you wasted such a good opportunity today."

"How can you blame me for this, you are also at fault!"

There was a violent quarrel downstairs, Han Jianing sat on the ground and listened, she recognized that it was the voice of the grandmother and the eldest uncle, touched the swollen bag on her forehead, and the memory in her mind began to return.

She remembered!

She remembers that her parents had just divorced at this time, and she lived alone in her grandparents' old house.

It just so happened that the old house near Dongshan Road was demolished, and the aunt and uncle kept running to their grandparents.

At that time, she happened to be very troubled because of Gu Xiayang's affairs, she just wanted to escape from all this as soon as possible, she didn't want to fight for anything, she didn't even bear the responsibility of the inheritor, and in the face of the persuasion of her grandparents, she finally escaped.

The college entrance examination was changed to a university in Shanghai, and in the next ten years, except for something that could not be avoided, he would return to Wuzhen, and no longer paid attention to anything in Wuzhen.

Later, she got her share of the house as she wished, and Han Jiawen, the sister of the uncle's family, was forced to start learning tie-dyeing.

Han Jianing quickly got up from the ground, opened the drawer of the desk, took out her grandmother's pink plastic mirror, and pointed it at herself.

In the mirror, there is a young and beautiful face, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, watery eyes, a pair of sparkling eyes, although the eyebrows have not yet grown, but it can already be seen that it is a beautiful embryo.

The forehead was red and swollen, which made me feel a little more pitiful.

Han Jianing touched his face in disbelief, reached out and pinched it, "Tear ...... It hurts. ”

It's not a dream!

Am I crossing over?

"Han Jianxin, it's better for us to send Ning Ning to the hospital first, so that Dad won't be angry at us when he comes back."

Han Jianfang's mind began to come alive again.

"I'm not going." Han Jianxin straddled the bench and refused to move.

Han Jianing unscrewed a crack in the door, listening to the familiar quarrel below, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of excitement.

Thinking of the persecution she had previously been forced by Xian Xian, as well as her accusations against her father, Han Jianing was angry.

My good lady, let me meet you!