Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat in her small jewelry shop in the old town, fiddling with a piece of jade in her hand, but thinking about Ms. Zhao's strange request.

Ms. Zhao is her old customer, a typical urban woman, smart and capable, with an almost demanding taste in jewelry.

A few days ago, Ms. Zhao suddenly proposed to make a necklace with a one-to-one replica of her parrot named "Xiao Lan".

"Wanwan, with your skills, I believe you can do it." Ms. Zhao's words were still echoing in her ears, and her eyes were filled with unquestionable determination.

Zhou Wanwan sighed, she knew this was not only a technical challenge, but also a psychological burden. She looked up at the exquisite jewelry hanging on the wall, each of which was her hard work, but this time, she felt unprecedented pressure.

At this moment, her best friend Qianqian pushed the door open and saw Zhou Wanwan's sad face, so she smiled and said, "Wanwan, what's wrong with you? Hasn't the business in the store always been good?"

Zhou Wanwan smiled bitterly and told Qianqian what Ms. Zhao wanted. Qianqian was surprised at first, then burst into laughter: "Ms. Zhao is really good at playing. A parrot necklace, she came up with it!"

"You're still laughing. I'm almost worried to death." Zhou Wanwan complained.

"Wanwan, don't worry. The more difficult this kind of thing is, the more it can show your ability. Besides, this might be a good opportunity to make your store more famous." Qianqian encouraged.

Zhou Wanwan felt a little relieved after hearing Qianqian's words. She knew that Qianqian's words made sense, but she was still a little worried. She decided to start by observing Xiaolan, understanding every detail of it, and then decide how to start.

Zhou Wanwan went to Ms. Zhao's house almost every day to observe Xiaolan carefully. She found that Xiaolan's feathers were colorful, especially the blue wings, which were so beautiful that they made people intoxicated. But it was difficult to restore these details one by one to the necklace.

Just when Zhou Wanwan was worrying about how to make a parrot necklace, an unexpected turn of events occurred.

One day, when she was observing Xiao Lan at Ms. Zhao's house, she accidentally discovered a secret - Xiao Lan could actually imitate people's voices, and her imitation was very lifelike.

This discovery made Zhou Wanwan's eyes light up, and she came up with a bold plan.

She decided to not only make a parrot necklace that looked realistic, but also make the necklace make the sound of Little Blue.

In this way, this necklace is not just a piece of jewelry, but also a work of art, or even a miracle.

Zhou Wanwan sat in a corner of the jewelry store, holding a detailed sketch in her hand, which was the first draft of her design for Ms. Zhao's parrot necklace. Her brows were furrowed, and it was obvious that she was not completely satisfied with the design. Qianqian sat opposite her, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and her eyes swept across Zhou Wanwan's face from time to time.

"Wanwan, you look more nervous than the past few days." Qianqian said softly, trying to break the depressing atmosphere.

Zhou Wanwan sighed, put down the sketch in her hand, and looked up at Qianqian: "You know, Qianqian, I've been thinking, what would Ms. Zhao think if I can't make a perfect parrot necklace? She is my old customer, I can't let her down."

Qianqian put down the teacup and said seriously: "Wanwan, you always set too high standards for yourself. You know, sometimes, perfection is not the most important thing. What matters is your intention and effort."

Zhou Wanwan smiled slightly, but the worry in her eyes had not completely dissipated. She picked up the sketch again and carefully examined every detail. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she had a new idea.

"Qianqian, you're right. I may need to look at this problem from a different angle." Zhou Wanwan said excitedly, "I have an idea that may make this necklace more special."

Qian Qian asked curiously, "What's the idea?"

Zhou Wanwan smiled mysteriously, and then explained: "I want to add some special elements to the necklace, such as Xiaolan's feathers, or even its voice. In this way, this necklace is not just a piece of jewelry, but a living work of art."

After hearing this, Qianqian's eyes lit up: "This is such a great idea! Wanwan, you always give people surprises."

In the next few days, Zhou Wanwan started to get busy. Not only did she have to carefully select Xiaolan's feathers, but she also had to study how to embed the sound into the necklace. This process was full of challenges, but Zhou Wanwan enjoyed it.

One day, Ms. Zhao suddenly came to the store and saw Zhou Wanwan busy at work. She asked curiously, "Wanwan, how is your progress?"

Zhou Wanwan stopped her work and said with a smile, "Ms. Zhao, I have good news for you. Not only can I make a realistic-looking parrot necklace, but I can also make it make the sound of Xiaolan."

After hearing this, Ms. Zhao opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Really? This is incredible! Wanwan, you are so creative."

Zhou Wanwan smiled modestly, but the confidence in her eyes could not be concealed. She knew that although this project was full of challenges, it was also a great opportunity for her to show her talents.

However, just when Zhou Wanwan thought everything was going smoothly, an unexpected problem arose. When she tried to embed Xiaolan's voice into the necklace, she found that there were some insurmountable technical problems. This problem made Zhou Wanwan fall into deep distress.

After Qianqian learned the news, she immediately came to comfort her: "Wanwan, we can always find a solution."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, but her anxiety did not ease. She knew that time waits for no one, and she must complete the project before Ms. Zhao expected.

Just when Zhou Wanwan was about to give up, an accidental opportunity allowed her to find the key to solving the problem. She discovered that through a special audio processing technology, Xiaolan's voice could be perfectly embedded in the necklace...

The next day, in Zhou Wanwan's studio, she adjusted the parameters, trying to capture that subtle and precious sound.

A kitten was lying lazily on the windowsill, the sunlight shining on its soft fur, as if it also knew that its voice was about to become the source of some miracle.

"Wanwan, are you sure this will work?" Zhou Wanwan's friend and assistant Qianqian stood behind her with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Zhou Wanwan stopped what she was doing, turned her head, and a determined light flashed in her eyes: "I know this may sound a little crazy, but I believe that as long as we can accurately capture Xiaolan's voice frequency, we can embed it into the necklace and let it accompany me forever."

Qianqian sighed, but his eyes revealed his trust in Zhou Wanwan: “Okay, since you insist so much, let’s try again.”