Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat in her small but bright jewelry store, her fingers nimbly moving on the thin line. Her store is located in an alley in the old city. The storefront is not big, but every piece of jewelry is like the fruit of her hard work. Today, she was in a complicated mood because she just received a special order.

"Qianqian, tell me, how can we weave a miniature of our hometown into a piece of jewelry?" Zhou Wanwan's voice was a little helpless. She looked up at her best friend who was sitting opposite her and drinking tea leisurely.

Qianqian put down the teacup and smiled, "Wanwan, you are always so serious. Isn't hometown all about memories? Mountains, water, people, and those inexplicable emotions."

Zhou Wanwan sighed, "Yes, but how can all of this be integrated into a small piece of jewelry?"

"Try starting with the simplest one, for example, using colors to represent different memories," Qianqian suggested.

Zhou Wanwan nodded and began to think about it in her mind. She decided to use blue to represent the river in her hometown, and then use green to represent the grove she often visited as a child. However, when she started, she found that these colors and shapes did not seem to fully express her deep affection for her hometown.

A few days later, Zhou Wanwan found Qianqian again, this time with more anxiety on her face.

"Qianqian, I still can't do it. I feel like I'm just replicating something superficial, instead of truly capturing the soul of my hometown."

Qianqian looked at her and patted her shoulder gently. "Wanwan, maybe what you need is a deeper expression. Not just shape and color, but the flow of emotions."

Zhou Wanwan was silent for a while, then her eyes suddenly lit up, "Qianqian, you are right. What I need is an expression of emotion, not a simple copy."

In the following days, Zhou Wanwan began to try to use different materials and techniques to express her feelings for her hometown. She used metal wire to weave the flow of the river, used gems to represent the stars of her hometown, and even used special weaving techniques to simulate the sound of wind blowing through the woods.

However, just when she was about to finish the work, an accident happened. One night, when she was working overtime in the studio, there was a sudden power outage. In the darkness, she accidentally knocked over a bottle of paint, and the paint spilled on the jewelry she was about to finish.

Zhou Wanwan stood in the darkness, her heart filled with despair. She was almost about to give up, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered Qian Qian's words: "The flow of emotions."

She decided not to avoid this accident, but to try to make it a part of her work. She used her fingers to lightly apply the paint, allowing the paint to naturally blend into the design of the jewelry, forming a unique and unrepeatable beauty.

In Zhou Wanwan's jewelry store, time seems to have frozen. She stands in front of the workbench, holding tightly the piece of jewelry that was accidentally stained by paint, with a resolute light in her eyes. Her fingers gently apply the paint, and every stroke seems to be writing her deep affection for her hometown.

"Wanwan, are you really going to do this?" Qianqian's voice came from the door. She was holding a small lamp in her hand, bringing a touch of warm light to the dim studio.

Zhou Wanwan raised her head, a firm look flashed in her eyes, "Yes, Qianqian. I've figured it out. This is not just a piece of jewelry. It's an expression of my memory and emotions for my hometown."

Qianqian walked closer and looked at the work in Zhou Wanwan's hand, "You are really talented, Wanwan. This work, even with this accident, has become unique."

Zhou Wanwan smiled and continued her creation. She used metal wire to weave the flow of the river, used gems to represent the stars of her hometown, and even used special weaving techniques to simulate the sound of wind blowing through the woods. Every part is filled with her thoughts and emotions for her hometown.

A few days later, Zhou Wanwan finally completed the work. She named it "Memories of Hometown". This piece of jewelry is not just a decoration, it is a story, a story about hometown, memory and emotion.

However, just as Zhou Wanwan was about to deliver the work to the customer, an unexpected customer came to her shop.

"Excuse me, is this Zhou Wanwan's jewelry store?" A middle-aged man's voice sounded at the door.

Zhou Wanwan looked up and saw a middle-aged man in plain clothes standing at the door, with a hint of expectation and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Yes, I am Zhou Wanwan. Is there anything you need?" Zhou Wanwan answered politely.

The man walked into the store, looked around the store, and finally his eyes fell on the "Memories of Hometown" in Zhou Wanwan's hand.

"I heard that you have a special piece of jewelry that can express my longing and affection for my hometown. I have been looking for such a thing to commemorate my hometown," said the man.

Zhou Wanwan's heart moved, and she handed "Memories of Hometown" to the man, "This is the work I just finished, it's called 'Memories of Hometown'."

The man took the jewelry, looked at it carefully, tears flashed in his eyes, "This... This is perfect. This is what I have been looking for."

Zhou Wanwan smiled and said, “I am glad that this work can touch your heart.”

The man took a deep breath and said, "I am willing to pay a high price for this jewelry."

Zhou Wanwan shook her head and said, "I can't sell this jewelry to you."

The man was stunned, "Why?"

Zhou Wanwan looked at the man. "Because this piece of jewelry is not just a commodity, it is my emotion, my memory. I can't sell it to anyone."

The man was silent for a while, then nodded, "I understand. Thank you..."

After the man left, Qianqian walked to Zhou Wanwan and said, "Wanwan, you did the right thing. This work belongs to you, your memories and emotions."

Zhou Wanwan looked at the "memories of hometown" in her hand, with a firm light in her eyes, "Yes, Qianqian. This is a gift I give to myself, and also a gift I give to my hometown."

In Zhou Wanwan's jewelry store, time flows again. She knows that no matter what the future holds, this "memory of her hometown" will always be with her and become the most precious treasure in her heart.