Shu embroidery

When you get out of the elevator, you will find a small living room. In the living room, there are more than a dozen single sofas neatly arranged, and there is a small tea table next to each sofa. White porcelain tea cups are placed on the tea table.

At the moment, there are people sitting in almost every seat, gathering in twos and threes to talk and chat.

"The embroidered dragon man is here!" Someone shouted, and the people on the sofa stood up one after another, looking at Mr. Qunfang who just came out of the elevator.

Shen Chuqing secretly took a look. Most of the people here are around 60 or [-] years old, and there are also several older ones.

Of course, there are several familiar faces, who are common embroidery representatives in local newspapers and magazines.

Under the excitement, Shen Chuqing had no choice but to put on a calm look and stand behind Mr. Qunfang in an orderly manner.

"Hello, Master Zhou!" Someone shouted first, and greetings came from all directions.

Mr. Qunfang smiled and nodded, and was about to speak when he saw a white-haired, thin, dark-skinned old man walking over with the support of a young man, and said in a trembling tone: "Mr. Qunfang, can I see you again?"

"You are..." Mr. Qunfang looked at the person in front of him, feeling a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Especially the frail and white-haired look, he always felt much older than himself, so he quickly reached out to help him.

But he caught him with one hand: "I am Peng Ye, Foshan, Guangdong. At the first National Landscape Embroidery Competition 36 years ago, you lent me two dark silk threads to help me win the gold medal in the competition. Have you forgotten?" ?”

"The National Landscape Embroidery Competition, the one held in Guangzhou, are you that Cantonese boy Peng Sanhei?"

Mr. Qunfang recalled the appearance of Peng Sanhei, who was obviously ten years younger than him, but now he looked as if he was ten years older than him.

"It's me, it's me." Seeing that she thought of him, Peng Ye blurted out the vernacular when he got excited.

"Why are you so old?" Mr. Qunfang asked puzzled.

"Mr. Hui, my father has been sick all these years and recuperated at home. A few days ago, I got news that my husband participated in this embroidery award. He forced me to bring him here so that I could see him again. Thank you sir for your kindness.”

The young man standing next to Peng Ye looked thinner, his voice was gentle, and he always looked like he lacked confidence.

"If you don't feel well, stay at home and rest well. You are not afraid of tossing such a long journey from Guangzhou. It's just two strands of silk thread, and you still need to remember it for a lifetime?"

With some complaints, Mr. Qunfang helped him to the single sofa in front of him. After waiting for him to sit down, he took another look at the cooled tea on the table next to him.

He raised his head and said to Ziyu, "Let them come here to help exchange the heat. By the way, I would like to remind the staff here to take care of these two representatives from Guangdong as much as possible."

"Okay, I'm going now." After Ziyu finished speaking, he asked the crowd standing aside to sit down and rest, and went directly to the logistics staff to change all the tea for everyone.

"I don't need any special care. I just look weaker. In fact, I'm in good spirits. I'm even more energetic now that I can see Mr. Peng." Peng Ye said happily.

"Okay, let's not do anything special, I will sit here with you to rest, wait a while, and then I will take you around." Mr. Qunfang showed a rare tenderness on his face.

"Master Zhou, I am Chen Xiangnan from Hunan. We met at the National Embroidery Ceremony. It was you who taught me to use the overlapping stitch method to express wooden structures. I will never forget it for so many years."

A woman who appeared to be in her 60s walked up to Mr. Qunfa and introduced herself with a bit of restraint.

Mr. Qunfang looked at her carefully, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I really don't remember much."

Chen Xiangnan stood there in embarrassment, thinking that he was well-known in the embroidery field, even if this master Zhou had been kind to him in the past, he shouldn't lose face like this.

Just when he was struggling, a soft voice came over: "Master Zhou has taken care of the rising stars of embroidery a lot in his life, it's normal that he can't remember.

I am Chi Yushan from Suzhou Embroidery. 40 years ago, Mr. Meng gave a painting of a five-clawed golden dragon subduing the devil. I must not remember it. "

A woman dressed in a strong Suzhou-Hangzhou atmosphere, although she is already in her fifties, under a green cheongsam, she can still give people a feeling of Xiaojiabiyu.

With a smile all over her face, she resolved Chen Xiangnan's embarrassment with just one sentence, and explained the opportunity in front of Mr. Qunfang clearly.

Apparently, Mr. Qunfang didn't remember her either, and just nodded slightly at her.

"And me and me. 32 years ago, my husband gave me a fine brocade. I took the brocade as the base material, embroidered a picture of three stars of fortune, prosperity and longevity, and won the prize in the French competition. Second Prize in International Embroidery."

Another woman in her fifties also followed suit.

Afterwards, everyone chattered about their relationship with Mr. Qunfang.

Shen Chuqing stood silently behind Mr. Qunfang. The embroiderers who could appear here were probably representatives of one region.

But in the eyes of most of these people, they showed respect and respect for Mr. Qunfang.

Mr. Qunfang was a little helpless. After all, most of the people here really didn’t have much memory of him. The reason why he could remember Peng Ye was because of his darker face.

Looking back at Zhou Xu, Zhou Xu quickly said, "Sir, I'm very glad that everyone still remembers her, and I'm very happy to meet you here..."

Before the polite words were finished, the elevator door opened again, and a white-haired old lady in a brocade Tang suit came out, led by Ziyu, followed by several young girls.

"Master Shen is here," Mr. Qunfang shouted happily the moment he saw her, his eyes lit up instantly.

The effect of this shout was very good, the people around her turned their heads to look at the person who came by almost at the same time.

Shen Xingye, who is known as Taishan Beidou of Shu embroidery, and the inheritor of the new Shu embroidery technique, no matter in level or name, Mr. Qunfang who only embroiders dragons is incomparable.