Shu embroidery

"En." Zhou Yang responded lightly, with a calm and breezy appearance, as if he had just returned from going out to go to the market, as if he had never left.

"Sister" Zhou Xu hugged Zhou Yang tightly, all kinds of grievances, sadness, and longing in his heart were all mixed together, he couldn't control it for a while, and burst into tears.

"Shut up, you're a boy, don't cry at every turn, if you disturb my aunt, I'll make you look good." The familiar scolding, as if returning to the time when I was young.

Zhou Xu hurriedly took out his handkerchief, quickly wiped away his tears, and was about to ask her about her situation outside these years, when the lights in the operating room were turned off at this moment.

Everyone came to the door one after another, waiting for the door of the operating room to open. A tall doctor came out, took off his mask, and asked them, "Which of you is the family member of the patient?"

"I am..." Zhou Yang's loud voice directly overwhelmed the audience, and she pushed Zhou Xu away and asked, "May I ask how my aunt is doing now?"

"The operation was a success, thanks to the timely treatment. I heard that you did the first aid yourself before the medical team arrived?"

The doctor obviously admired the set of first aid techniques, and couldn't help but speak.

"Yes, I'm also a doctor. Although I major in dentistry, I can still perform basic first aid." Jiang Yan responded.

"It's good to have a doctor. It's just that we can discuss the next treatment plan. Although it is only a mild cerebral infarction, the patient is indeed not young, and there are still many things to pay attention to in the future.

After half an hour, you can go to the office on the first floor to find me, and we will talk about the follow-up treatment. After the doctor finished speaking, he left in a hurry. About ten minutes later, a nurse came out to inform that Mr. Qunfang had been sent directly to the ward through the green passage.

Only then did everyone rush to the ward. Mr. Qunfang hadn't woken up yet, leaving Aunt Chen to watch over him. Although the others were worried in their hearts, they all left the ward very consciously.

Zhou Yang took Zhou Xu and Shen Chuqing to the doctor's office, and Jiang Yan went with him. After learning about the situation, he went through the hospitalization procedures, and it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

Zhou Yang asked Zhou Xu to take everyone to finish dinner, while he stayed in the ward with Aunt Chen to accompany Mr. Qunfang who had not yet woken up.

"You! Why are you so cruel? You have been away for more than ten or twenty years. Do you know how the husband came here all these years?"

Aunt Chen was sitting in front of the hospital bed, while Zhou Yang was standing at the end of the bed, looking at his loved ones lying on the bed, listening to Aunt Chen's gentle questioning, Zhou Yang bit his lip lightly, even though his eyes were already wet with tears, he insisted on Hold back a drop from it.

"Although my husband missed you before, but because he didn't understand the real reason why you left, he just felt that you failed her, so he didn't have such a big mental burden.

But since last year, after my husband learned the reason for your departure, when he missed you, he added self-blame, worry and guilt.

It even made Ah Xu go everywhere to inquire about your whereabouts. As long as you were likely to appear, Ah Xu basically ran everywhere.

Mr. looks forward to your return every day. She is such a proud person. She also said that as long as you are willing to come back, she can apologize to you.

Ever since he received the announcement of the National Youth Embroidery Master Competition in Zhejiang, Mr. has only one thought in his mind, that Chuqing must come to the competition.

Because she lost you on this arena, so she wants to get you back here, so she came all the way to watch the game.

For the whole seven days, I have been guarding the auditorium, waiting for Chuqing to kill the Quartet and get good results, let you know that she has accepted other disciples, your previous worries are completely unfounded, and you can go home without any worries up. "

When Aunt Chen said this, she was already crying bitterly. Zhou Yang walked slowly towards the head of the bed, stretched out his hand to gently hold Mr. Qunfang's hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "Auntie, I'm back."

It was already noon the next day when Mr. Qunfang woke up. Although he opened his eyes and regained consciousness, after examination, he found that he had aphasia symptoms.

Although he couldn't express his thoughts immediately, the moment he saw Zhou Yang, Mr. Qunfang held her hand tightly, unwilling to let her go even a single step.

The news about Zhou Qunfang's cerebral infarction from Embroidery Dragon completely overwhelmed the news about Shen Chuqing winning the gold medal, but seeing the teacher's improvement day by day, Shen Chuqing's mood also improved day by day.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Mr. Qunfang was finally able to speak, but the first thing she said was to tell Zhou Yang to go home.

Zhou Yang sold the minivan he used to make a living, and immediately finished handling the chores at hand. After forty days, the group finally set off on their way home.

Although Jiang Yan, Feng Li, and Shen's mother left long ago because they had to go back to work, the number of people who came back was not small. It was not only Zhou Yang, but also Yang Qi Han Jing from her hometown and a young man from Suzhou Embroidery. embroiderer.

When they stopped and stopped all the way back to Qingsang Town, the whole Qingsang Town was decorated with lights and festoons. On the main road entering the town, there were various banners and slogans, congratulating Mr. Qunfang's apprentice, Shen Chuqing. Winner of the Gold Medal in the Embroidery Master Contest.

Congratulations to the first Qunfang Garden Hanfu Festival officially held on the ninth day of September.

Welcome home with arms raised...

Banners flashed past their eyes, Zhou Yang looked at the town that had long since changed, and his eyes were red again.

Because the Hanfu Festival is going to be held, the whole Qingsang Town is obviously much more lively than before. Mr. Qunfang looked at Zhou Yang who was lost in the car window and said in a low voice: "I discussed it with Mingqiu, and you will go with Zixing in the future." , take charge of Yijin Pavilion!"

"No, I don't want to work with Zhang Zixing. I want to do things by myself, but I don't know if my aunt is willing to support me." Zhou Yang said in a rare coquettish tone.

"You said..." Mr. Qunfang had long since lost his previous strength, and instead patiently wanted to hear her thoughts.

"I want to stay in Qingsang Town and stay with my aunt. Although I can no longer hold a needle and thread with my hands, my understanding of embroidery has already penetrated into my bones.

Therefore, I want to set up a studio named Qunfang Garden, recruit apprentices, regardless of qualifications, as long as they are willing to learn embroidery, I will provide them with a learning opportunity.

In the future, our Qingsang Town will not only have our own Hanfu garden, but also our own embroidery studio, and it will definitely become better and better. "

Zhou Yang's voice was full of expectations for the future, and Shen Chuqing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned her head excitedly and said, "I agree, I agree, my sister runs a studio, and I can take on apprentices."

"You! I have other arrangements here. In March next year, the Cantonese Craftsman Cup Embroidery Competition, and in September next year, I have signed up for the Hundred Flowers Embroidery Competition in Jiangsu.

In addition to these two competitions, there is also the Minority Embroidery Exhibition in Yunnan, and the Mongolian Special Embroidery Art Competition. I will give you the invitation letter for you.

You are still too young to lead an apprentice, go and accumulate some qualifications for yourself..."

Looking at the large number of invitation letters in Zhou Yang's hand, Shen Chuqing couldn't help shouting loudly: "Ah Xu, help..."

The car drove steadily into the Qunfang Garden amidst laughter and laughter. The stories of the Qunfang Garden and the embroiderers, even if it takes another 1000 or 1 years, there will be no end...