Shu embroidery

"If you like it, it's not impossible, but because of my aunt, I hope you can choose as much traditional clothing as possible, such as cheongsam." Zhou Xu said with a smile.

"Why does it have to be a cheongsam? It can't be a Hanfu. I remember that at our school's art gala, the chest-length skirt worn by the host was really brilliant." Feng Li immediately objected.

Shen Chuqing doesn't like cheongsams very much. Many styles have slits on the upper side, and she feels that she can't control them at all. When Feng Li talked about Hanfu, her eyes lit up immediately, and she also said: "I think Hanfu is also good, especially Qin, Han, Sui and Tang Dynasties."

"At present, there are not many people wearing Hanfu. The production and design of the ready-made clothes are more or less orthodox, and most of them are embroidered by machines, which has lost a lot in terms of heritage. Most people just want to join in the fun. That's all.

Moreover, machine-embroidered Hanfu is not suitable for you as an embroiderer. Even if you can buy hand-sewn ones, how can you enter the embroidery awards if your skills are too ordinary.

Unless there is a special order, but there is not enough time now, I can only take you to a place with ready-made clothes, and you have to try your luck to see if there is a suitable size for you. " Zhou Xu said gently.

Shen Chuqing had no objection, so Feng Li naturally couldn't say anything else, anyway, Zhou Xu was driving the car, so he could only decide where to go now.

The car left the ring road, entered the old city, punctured in all directions, and drove into an alleyway that only allowed the next car to pass.

Zhou Xu stared intently at the situation on the road. The further he walked, the narrower the road became. The surrounding houses looked particularly dilapidated. Occasionally, he could see some small shops and teahouses, where many elderly people gathered. people playing cards, drinking tea and chatting inside.

Seeing that he had reached the end of the road, Zhou Xu didn't plan to stop, but turned left and entered another more remote alley.

Shen Chuqing looked at the road ahead, and at some point, it had changed from a cement road to a bluestone road.

On both sides of the stone road, there are all dilapidated brick and tile houses. The red circled words on the outer wall and the vacated houses indicate that no one lives here.

"You didn't go the wrong way, did you? How could there be clothes sellers in this kind of place?" If it wasn't for knowing Zhou Xu's identity, Feng Li might have suspected that she had been abducted.

"The road is right. Sit still. The road ahead is a bit uneven, so you will feel uneasy."

As soon as the voice on this side fell, the car body suddenly rose into the air, and then fell heavily. Under the violent shaking, Shen Chuqing and Feng Li were unprepared, and both of them hit the back of the seat in front of them heavily.

After Feng Li sat down subconsciously, she tightly grasped the armrest with one hand, and when she was about to swear, the next round of anxiety swept over her again.

Repeated back and forth a dozen times, the car finally stopped in front of a small yard.

"Here we are," Zhou Xu turned his head and said gently to them.

"Here?" Feng Li didn't hide the suspicion in his eyes at all. In fact, the small courtyard in front of him was much more dilapidated than the small farm courtyard.

The big rusty iron gate and the fallen leaves all over the floor have not been cleaned for a long time.

The only thing that makes people feel bright is the flower bed near the base of the wall, where the gardenias are blooming layer upon layer. After getting out of the car, the faint fragrance of flowers blows in the wind, adding a lot of vitality to the yard.

"Axu, are you sure this place sells clothes?"

Not only Feng Li was suspicious, but Shen Chuqing was also full of doubts.

No matter how you look at this place, it doesn't match up with those shopping malls that sell clothes.

"Come with me, you will find out later."

Zhou Xu led them to the iron door, and pulled a rope hanging from the door a few times, the sound of jingling bells rang, and Shen Chuqing discovered the big bell hanging directly above the door.

The courtyard door was facing a window of the small blue tile house. The window was pushed open from the inside. A man with a long beard who looked about six or seventy years old poked his head out from inside: "Who is that?" What's the noise so early in the morning?"

The rough voice was like a broken gong, which was harsh to the ears and followed by fear in the heart.

"Master Zhu, it's me. I talked to you on the phone this morning." Zhou Xu said in his usual gentle way.

"It's Axu! I didn't expect you to arrive so early, come in, I'll open the door for you."

Although Master Zhu's voice still sounded rough, his tone was much better than before.

Zhou Xu led Shen Chuqing and the others into the courtyard, and the door of the main hall was also pulled open from the inside. Before the door bolt was put down in Master Zhu's hand, he looked at Shen Chuqing straightly.

When Feng Li saw him like this, he immediately became vigilant, protected Shen Chuqing behind him, and said angrily, "What are you looking at, don't look around."

"Get out of the way, I have to take a good look at this little girl." Master Zhu's gaze was blocked, and he reached out his hand anxiously to pull Feng Li.

Hearing what he said, Feng Li was even more unwilling to give in, and said directly: "You are quite old, and you still stare at the little girl, you are not ashamed!"

"Why should I be ashamed? The girls I've seen in my life are not worth [-] but [-]. Move aside, I have to take a closer look at the disciple of the Embroidered Dragon."

Mr. Zhu said impatiently.

Feng Li was not willing to give in, and was about to pull Shen Chuqing away, but there was a burst of kind laughter from the back room.

"Old Zhu, don't scare the little girl. You are in your seventies and eighties, and you are treated as a prodigal son. You really are not ashamed."

A woman who looked about six or seventy years old came over with a smile and pulled Master Zhu back two steps.

"Master Jin Chuan is good!" Zhou Xu greeted the visitor respectfully.

"Hello, Ah Xu, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and you look even more handsome!" Master Jin said, looking at Zhou Xu with a gentle face.

"Master Jin... Are you Sushou Jinyi Jinling?" Feng Li looked at the woman in front of her, her age was barely comparable, but her life was very ordinary in her clothes, and there was no such thing as a legendary dressmaker The momentum it should have.

"Exactly, this is my husband, Zhu Yi, a master of acupuncture, not the prodigal son you think." Master Jin said with a smile.

They can cut clothes with bare hands, and Zhu Xu can sew needles. This couple is a famous figure in the clothing industry of the older generation. Won the gold medal in one fell swoop.

Let the clothes with mysterious oriental charm abruptly enter the list of the most beautiful Chinese clothes, and the two are the Chinese couple who are known by the French as being the best at making clothes.

I don't know how many people dream of wearing a suit of clothes they sewed by themselves.