"The girl is now promising, and she doesn't need to live on this embroidery, and grandma doesn't say what you say, 'more skills are not pressing'."

Grandma, who had been busy all day in a place where Jiang Shijin couldn't see, finally put down the embroidery bandage in her hand, held Jiang Shijin's hand sideways, and caressed it: "Maybe embroidery can't be compared with food, but for our older generation, they are all necessary to survive." ”

As a grandmother spoke, Jiang Shijin picked up the embroidery thread that the former had just put aside, split it into two, four, and eight strands, and then put it aside.

"How many people don't have to farm to feed their families...... Although grandma can't keep up with the times, grandma has also seen many college students and even doctoral students returning to their hometown to use science and technology to write poetry in agriculture. ”

"It's called Fu Shi, right? Grandma is old now, and she can't remember what it's called......"

"In short, that's what it means, you young people must always use your young people's skills to make these old things poetically displayed, and won't there be more people who are willing to accept them?"

Grandma was wrong. It is empowerment, not poetry, but Jiang Shijin understands her grandmother's mind and does not point out the problem.

"Girl, grandma is not pressing on you with these so-called responsibilities, but grandma hopes that you can understand grandma...... Don't think grandma is messing with you right now. ”

Jiang Shijin understood that grandma was referring to the matter of embroidering for a day: "Grandma, aunt and mother are just worried about you." ”

Because Grandma Jiang, who had just stopped talking for a few minutes, picked up the embroidery bandage on the side again and introduced the thread that her granddaughter had split into the pinhole.

After doing all this, Grandma Jiang seemed to remember to respond to her granddaughter's words, and her lips moved for a long time, but she didn't say a complete word.

"Worried about what I'm going to do? If you're all right, I'll be fine. Grandma Jiang, who was still talking at the right time, couldn't get rid of the two sentences that the elderly were used to, "It should be us who worry about you." ”

This time it was Jiang Shijin's turn and the aunt didn't know how to respond, the two stood silently on both sides, listening to an inexplicable "crackling" outside the window - it was raining.

Fortunately, Grandma Jiang didn't say these clichés along the way. Just like what Grandma Jiang just said: everyone understands these words, and saying too much will only annoy people.

"Grandma painted a landscape when she saw you." Grandma Jiang handed the embroidery sample that had been embroidered on the side to Jiang Shijin, "I heard that many of you young people like thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, you draw the landscape figures, and grandma embroiders them for you to see." ”

The landscape embroidered by Grandma Jiang is not the "gold embroidery" and "silver silk embroidery" that Jiang Shijin often practices on weekdays. If it weren't for Jiang Shijin's good eyes, he would only look at the landscape painting he painted a few days ago on the table.

Birds attack the stones, flowers and mountain streams. The colors of colored silk embroidery are rich and diverse, and they are very fine. Jiang Shijin had only learned a little fur before, but now that he looks at it, he feels amazing.

The cold mountains are plums, and the broken moon is covered with silver. In the small picture, the silent mountains and forests are vividly displayed - Jiang Shijin understands more and more why her grandmother said that the design of Chinese painting may not necessarily be transformed into embroidery.

If the original picture is still dull, there will be no aura when embroidered.

There are no people on the hidden bridge in Mianshan, and it is difficult for birds to fly on the cliffs on the long road. Jiang Shijin knew that there was still a long way to go, and grandma's words today also fell into her heart with the raindrops outside the window.

"The meal is ready, quickly ask grandma to eat together." Jiang's mother called her daughter at the door, "Shishi, if you have anything to ask grandma, let's talk about it after dinner!" ”