After coming out of the station, Jian Yuelan did not rush back, but ran to the post office to call her eldest brother to inform him of his parents' train information and approximate arrival time.

Jian Lizhe hummed and asked her, "How is my brother-in-law's health?" ”

"Strong as a cow."

"Let him answer the phone and I'll talk to him."

This is quite difficult, "Brother, he went to sea." ”

Jian Lizhe was anxious when he heard this, "Are you alone in Ancheng?" Do you have a camouflage? If you don't disguise it, go back and don't wander outside. ”

This world is really not peaceful, and his sister's face is too attractive.

When she was in her hometown, because she was 'famous', they were relieved that she was wandering outside.

Anseong is not good, it's too far away, and they can't do anything if something happens.

"Don't say it, you go back quickly, parents don't have to worry about you, I'll calculate the time to pick it up then."

Without waiting for Jian Yuelan to reply, he hung up the phone.

Listening to the beep sound coming from the microphone, Jian Yuelan was silent for two seconds and put down the microphone.

"Comrade, how much?"

The staff glanced at the time, "Two pieces two." ”

This price is not cheap, but Jian Yuelan is used to it, mainly nowadays it is very troublesome to call, especially inter-provincial long-distance is even more troublesome, and she needs to change lines several times in the middle.

Every time she changed the line, she had to count the money, so she didn't say anything, but took out two yuan and five and handed it over.

The staff took the money to find her three cents, and Jian Yuelan took the three cents out of the post office, originally planning to go directly to the station and take the train back to the island, but she didn't want someone to call her halfway.

"Comrade Jane, Comrade Jane, you wait."

She turned around and found that the person who called her was Lin Qingyuan.

"Manager Lin."

Looking at Lin Qingyuan, who ran quickly to her, she smiled, "You called me something?" ”

"Ah, something."

Lin Qingyuan, who originally wanted to politely enter the topic, heard her words and went straight to the topic, "I don't know if Comrade Jian is busy, if he is not busy, go to my office to talk?" ”

"Okay."

obviously has a request for people, Jian Yuelan naturally will not refuse.

Five minutes later, she sat in Lin Qingyuan's office.

"Comrade Jane drinks water."

"Thank you."

She took a sip of water and drank it, not in a hurry to speak, but obviously Lin Qingyuan was in a hurry, and said after a few simple greetings, "Comrade Jian, I don't know if you can take the designated embroidery job." ”

"Is there a picture?"

"Yes."

He opened the drawer, took a picture of it and handed it over.

Jian Yuelan took a look and found that the protagonists of the photo were a man and a woman.

The men's instrument is lofty, and the woman's clear water is out of hibiscus.

Even if the photo is broken, even if the photo is black and white, you can see that the protagonist's temperament is outstanding.

"Handsome men and beautiful women, a good match."

She praised it, but she didn't want Lin Qingyuan's eyes to turn red, and then tears fell.

Jian Yuelan, "? ”

Boasting about someone and making people cry or something is outrageous.

She was a little uneasy, "Manager Lin, what's wrong with you?" ”

"This is my grandson and granddaughter-in-law, and the younger couple both died in the southwest."

As soon as these words came out, Jian Yuelan's expression suddenly became serious.

Southwest sacrifice, Lao Ye's colleague.

Lin Qingyuan, who saw the change in her face, didn't think about hiding it, and explained the background of the protagonist concisely before choking up, "That's all there is left with this photo, but because of an accident, the photo was torn, even if you put it together and want to save it for a long time." ”

Jian Yuelan hummed and agreed, the current photos are not like the plastic seals in later generations.

In addition, this photo is still put together, and it is really difficult to save it for a long time in this case.

Seeing her nodding, Lin Qingyuan's heart was relieved of most of it.

He pleaded, "Comrade Jane, can you embroider an embroidery that can be kept for a long time according to this photo?" ”

Worried that she would refuse, he added, "Money is not a problem, I can add another ten percent to the price from last time." ”

"Yes."

Jian Yuelan bowed, "They are heroes, so there is no need to add money." ”

"But I need Manager Lin to provide embroidery cloth and embroidery thread."

The embroidery thread at home has another use, and it is not suitable for embroidering posthumous photos.

"I provide."

Lin Qingyuan wiped his tears, stood up and bowed deeply to Jian Yuelan, "Comrade Jian, on behalf of my old leader, thank you. ”

"Manager Lin is polite."

Jian Yuelan helped the person up, and said with some hesitation, "Manager Lin, I want to ask you or your leader, do you have any additional requirements for this embroidery?" ”

Lin Qingyuan didn't understand what she meant, and said blankly, "What does Comrade Jian mean?" ”

"Color."

As soon as these words came out, he understood.

This is to ask him if he wants to embroider a posthumous photo.

He can't do it.

"Otherwise, I'll take you to meet my leader?"

Jian Yuelan, who never expected to see someone, was stunned and said yes.

Then, the two leave the Friendship Store to meet people.

Before leaving, Jian Yuelan reminded him to bring a set of painting tools.

Lin Qingyuan was surprised, "What are you doing with this?" ”

"I'll show you two a live drawing."

"You can also paint?"

Jian Yuelan hummed and explained, "Traditional embroidery painting is the basic skill. ”

A good painter may not necessarily embroider, but it is certain that embroidery masters are good painters.

This line eats talent, painting and embroidery.

People who lack talent can achieve limited results no matter how diligent and hard-working, because less aura is more craftsmanship.

Unfortunately, Jian Yuelan is a true master.

Not only can he draw, but he is also good at drawing.

But she doesn't usually draw because it's not necessary, she can compose it directly in her head.

Drawing proofing is redundant to her, but now she is willing to draw just because the heroes are worth it.

Lin Qingyuan suddenly realized, "You wait a minute, I'll prepare the painting tools." ”

"Okay."

Five minutes later, Lin Qingyuan took the painting tools and Jian Yuelan to the family building of the provincial capital.

The man is not at home, the hostess is at home.

The old lady is in her sixties, wearing a simple blue overalls, full of white hair and the smell of books, and speaking softly gives people a sense of spring breeze.

Knowing Jian Yuelan's intention, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Can you embroider colors?"

"Yes."

Jian Yuelan nodded, looked at the old lady and said, "Can you tell me about your son and daughter-in-law?" I want to know more about their personalities and so on, so that it will help the embroidery to be more expressive. ”

The old lady couldn't believe it, "Really? ”

She hummed, "You see if this will work, you can draw while I speak, and you will know whether what I am saying is true or false when you finish drawing." ”

"Okay."

The old lady burst into tears instantly, the most painful thing for her was not to say goodbye to her grandchildren and daughters-in-law, the people who came over in the war years were not afraid of death, not to mention that her children were sacrificed for the country.

But the memories of life and death are deep-rooted, and every time she thinks about it, it hurts her.

"I—I'll find you a pen and paper."

She turned around to look for a pen and paper, but was stopped by Lin Qingyuan.

"Don't be busy, I've brought it all."

He opened his baggage, took out the paper and pen inside, and placed it on the table, then looked at Jian Yuelan.

She took the drawing pen and said to the old lady, "You can start." ”

"Okay."

So, the old lady spoke in a voice of pain and nostalgia.

The afternoon sun is scorching, but the interior is a little cool.

Jian Yuelan listened to the old lady's memories while composing the picture according to her description in her mind.

Ten minutes later, she finished writing.