Shu embroidery

Being rejected again, Shen Chuqing felt a blank in her mind, she really didn't know what to call her, could she call her aunt like Zhou Xu?
"You don't like your apprentice calling you Mr., and you don't like hearing her call you Master, why don't you let her call you Teacher! It's simple and clear, and it lacks those troublesome rules." Aunt Chen brought the dishes to the table. , sitting in the position where Mr. Qunfang started and said with a smile.

"Okay!" Mr. Qunfang nodded to express his approval, Shen Chuqing quickly stood up, and bowed respectfully to her: "Student Shen Chuqing has met the teacher."

"The name is not bad, but it comes from Wei Zhuang's He Chuan. Jin Pu Yi Poetry." Mr. Qunfang asked with his eyes lit up, looking at her, as if he just knew his disciple's name now.

"No, the origin of my name is because it rained for half a month before I was born, but it cleared up immediately after I was born. My grandfather thought that the sky was sunny because of me, so he named me It's Chuqing."

After Shen Chuqing finished speaking, she later realized that something was wrong. Obviously the teacher was praising herself, and her name was poetic, but in the end she was dragged into the weather by herself.

Obviously, a nod and say yes can solve the matter, but the forced explanation deeply damaged the atmosphere.

Just when she felt overwhelmed by her talk, Mr. Qunfang burst out laughing, looked at her regretful face, pointed at her and said to Aunt Chen: "Look, we actually met you!" A real person."

"Don't you just like being honest? Doesn't it feel like you've found a treasure." Aunt Chen couldn't help joking too.

"Let's eat! The soup is cold." Mr. Qunfang finally picked up the chopsticks again.

However, Aunt Chen whispered to Shen Chuqing: "I haven't served soup for your teacher yet, and praised you for being honest, but you can't be too honest!"

Shen Chuqing quickly stood up, walked to Mr. Qunfang's side, picked up the soup bowl that had been prepared a long time ago, carefully scooped up half of the bowl, and put it lightly in Mr. Qunfang's hand.

"Go to dinner, I've said it all, I don't need to make rules here, you are what you usually look like, you don't have to do anything deliberately."

Shen Chuqing was thinking that this sentence was a kind of forgiveness for herself, but what Mr. Qunfang said next made her have to think a little more.

"Let's get along well. It's fate if we can get along, and it's fate if we can't."

When the meal officially started, the dining table fell silent instantly. Shen Chuqing returned to her seat and ate the rice in the bowl without looking sideways, turning a blind eye to the dishes on the table.

Aunt Chen and Mr. Qunfang secretly exchanged eyes, and they both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

After eating, Shen Chuqing stood up and was about to pack the dishes. Aunt Chen quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Let me do the work. From now on, you are an embroidery teacher, and the embroidery teacher is the most important thing." It’s these hands, let alone washing the dishes, I’ll leave all your clothes there for me to wash in the future.”

Shen Chuqing really didn't dare to continue to do anything after hearing what she said. She looked at her quietly, and tidied up the dishes on the table in an orderly manner, feeling a little ashamed because she couldn't help.

"Go, go for a walk with me!" Mr. Qunfang stood up, without even looking at Shen Chuqing, and left the restaurant, as if that sentence was not meant for her at all.

Shen Chuqing hurriedly followed her, followed her quietly, and walked to the corridor. Oolong and Huanglong, who were lying on the ground, rolled over and got up from a distance.

She wagged her tail meekly at Mr. Qunfang, and growled twice, as if saying hello.

Mr. Qunfang stretched out his hand and touched the heads of the two dogs one after another, and said gently: "I'm going out to digest food, who will accompany me?"

The two dogs seemed to be able to understand, scrambling to walk in front of Mr. Qunfang, like pioneers who opened the way.

"Only one of them will follow me, and the other one will stay to watch the house." Mr. Qunfang said again.

When Shen Chuqing was still doubting whether they could understand such instructions, Oolong turned around and rubbed his head on Mr. Qunfang's calf twice, and Mr. Qunfang reached out and patted it lightly. and said in a low voice, "Hey, tomorrow night, it's your turn to take a walk with me."

Oolong murmured twice, walked straight to the place where he was resting before and lay down, reluctantly looking at Huanglong's bragging appearance in a daze.

The two of them walked out of the gate with a dog, and walked slowly in the mulberry forest in the setting sun.

Occasionally, I would meet mulberry pickers who came back late, and Mr. Qunfang would always exchange a few words with them gently, asking how old were the silkworms in their home?Questions like when to cocoon.

Shen Chuqing looked at the tenderness in her eyes when she talked about silkworm raising and weaving, and really couldn't figure out where did those rumors that she had a bad temper and weird personality come from?

After walking for about ten minutes, he was still in the mulberry forest, and the sky gradually darkened. Mr. Qunfang was obviously not in a hurry to go back, but walked towards a gazebo.

There were stone tables and benches in the gazebo, and Mr. Qunfang sat down skillfully, and motioned for Shen Chuqing to sit down and rest.

Huanglong stood obediently not far from her feet, looking around with a vigilant expression, looking extremely majestic.

After Shen Chuqing sat down, Mr. Qunfang suddenly reached out and grabbed her palm and looked at her carefully.

It took a full half a minute before he said: "The shape of the hand looks good, and the slender fingers are really suitable for holding the needle.

But embroidery is not the beautiful flowers on the surface, and the process of learning and making is boring.

There are really not many young girls like you who can persevere. Before you officially study with me, you still have a chance to regret it. "

Letting go of Shen Chuqing's hand, Mr. Qunfang was playing with a mulberry leaf that he picked off on the road before. Although he was talking to Shen Chuqing, his gaze was fixed on the endless mulberry forest in front of him.

"Teacher, according to my original plan, I will appear on the battlefield for the postgraduate entrance examination on time in two months."

Hearing what she said, Shen Chuqing quickly stood up and said very seriously.

"Then why are you?" Mr. Qunfang suddenly remembered that Zhou Xu seemed to have mentioned something about this student in front of him. Those words that want to hit her.