special monster shelter

In this way, the three played cards around the table.

At first, Qin Yi still couldn't let go, but after a few blows, Liu Ding was so angry that she wanted to murder her boyfriend.

"Little Liuzi, are you short-hearted? The little boss is obviously going to win, why did you still lose that bomb? Do you want to double it for him?"

Staring at the note all over her face, Qin Yi could no longer maintain her goddess image, so she picked up a pillow and acted like a crazy "domestic violence" Liu Ding.

"No! Qin Yi, listen to my explanation, I thought I would win."

"Win a fart! There are two kings, four twos, you have the biggest jack, and the rest are all phone numbers, tell me how you win!"

The two were arguing in the room, and Yuan Mu sat there watching happily.

But suddenly, a special breath came, and the smile on Yuan Mu's face subsided slightly, and he turned his head to look at the door, as if he was waiting for something.

His sudden change made Ye Qin Yi and Liu Ding nervous, they subconsciously stopped fighting, and followed Yuan Mu's gaze towards the door.

I saw the head of a civet cat go through the door and poke in from the outside, as if to inquire about the situation in the house.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?" Liu Ding was startled.

It was also the first time for Qin Yi to see this kind of scene, and she also froze, unable to react at all.

Only Yuan Mu was very calm. He waved at the civet cat, as if calling for it to come over.

The civet cat hesitated for a moment, but finally walked towards Yuan Mu, and went straight through the door.

Now Liu Ding and Qin Yi were even more shocked.Because the civet cat is clearly wearing a pair of Suzhou embroidery.

Under the light, the silk thread reflects a soft gleam, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is vivid when walking.

"This, this is..."

"Silk raccoon, a civet cat that is rumored to wrap clothes made of high-quality silk, and some people think that it is a civet cat transformed by silk."

Yuan Mu got off the bed and walked up to Silk Fox, "What do you want from us?"

Silk Fox first saluted Yuan Mu respectfully, and then walked up to Qin Yi.

It turned around in front of Qin Yi, and the embroidery on its body also rotated with its movements.

Gorgeous.

Qin Yi was speechless for a moment.

But Silk Fox looked at Qin Yi with extremely sad eyes.

"Isn't it? Isn't it not embroidered by a famous artist?"

"It's you!" The familiar voice made Qin Yi suddenly realize that it was this silk raccoon that gave her the handkerchief at the foot of the mountain that day.

Qin Yi glanced at Yuan Mu, and after getting Yuan Mu's nod, she tried to communicate with Silk Fox, "You want to recommend the embroiderer who embroiders this to me?"

"..." Silk Fox nodded, then shook his head again.

"Follow me!" It walked out the door, signaling Qin Yi and Yuan Mu to come out with it.

Yuan Mu got up first, and Liu Ding and Qin Yi quickly followed behind.

At the door is the world transformed by the silk raccoon.

It's an amazing feeling, like watching a movie.

The originally bustling and bustling streets changed in an instant, becoming quaint and old.

The high-rise buildings are gone, replaced by stone roads and green brick and green tile houses that are more in line with the memory of Jiangnan.

"The first time I saw her was here. She couldn't see me, but I was deeply attracted by her."

The silk raccoon's voice is very gentle, as if afraid of breaking a fragile dream, its voice is played very softly.It is a spirit born on silk cloth, and naturally likes to get close to those craftsmen with pure and kind minds.

And Zhao Yun, this ordinary Jiangnan girl, has become the most distinctive color in Silk Fox's long life.

Zhao Yun has a happy family and a kind grandmother who has a pair of skillful hands.

The four-year-old girl lay on her grandmother's lap, looking at the needle in her hand with great interest.

Like magic, the silk threads are embroidered on the cloth one by one, and the colorful flowers seem to come alive on the clothes.

"Zhao Yun, Zhao Yun, come out and play!" A little friend stood at the entrance of the alley calling her.

Little Zhao Yun stood up, "I'm not going, I want to accompany my mother-in-law to embroider!"

Then she sat next to grandma again, looked at it seriously, and helped grandma clear her sight from time to time.

"Yunyun likes embroidery?"

"I like it!" Little Zhao Yun gestured with her hands, and said seriously to her grandmother, "Mother-in-law teach me, when I grow up, I will be as powerful as my mother-in-law!"

Grandma was amused by her, and even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes stretched.It took a long time before she touched little Zhao Yun's head and said, "Don't talk big, embroidery is not so easy to learn, and your mother doesn't have the patience to calm down."

"I won't, I will definitely work hard, and let the whole world see that the flowers I embroider are so beautiful!"

After thinking about it, she added, "It's even more beautiful than a machine can draw!"

"Hahahaha." Grandma was so teased by her that she reached out and hugged her in her arms, "Okay, okay, the flowers embroidered by our family Yunyun will look better than machines."

"Let's go! Go home and cook. Yunyun has ambition, mother-in-law is happy, and there are successors to the craftsmanship of our ancestors!"

One big and one small walked into the yard holding hands, and in the basket at the door, on the unfinished handkerchief, half a broken butterfly was lifelike.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Standing next to the handkerchief, Juanli turned to look at the three of Yuanmu, "At that time, the old people in every household had some unique skills. Zhao Yun's grandmother was best at flowers, plants, insects and butterflies. Almost You can mix the fake with the real."

"Zhao Yun learned from her grandmother since she was a child, but in the end, this unique skill was... lost."

"why?"

"Because Suzhou embroidery requires talent. Not everyone who likes Suzhou embroidery can become a master in the end."

The picture flickered, the stone road turned into a suet road, and the blue bricks and green tiles also turned into old-fashioned buildings.

Silk Fox led them up to the second floor.

A girl's suppressed cry came from the door, "I can't embroider well, I can't learn it anyway, why am I so stupid!"

The silk raccoon came in through the door and brought out a thin piece of embroidered cloth.A peony in full bloom is embroidered on it, with exquisite color matching and well-proportioned lines.At a glance, it can be seen that it has been passed down from the previous mother-in-law.

But I don't know why, the peonies on this embroidered cloth are more than gorgeous, but not flexible enough.Always missing some flavor.

"This kind of lack is talent. A talented embroiderer is born to match the color of silk thread. My mother-in-law is very good, but little Zhao Yun has not inherited this talent."

"But I don't think so!" Liu Ding felt that Silk Fox's words were too absolute.

He saw with his own eyes that Zhao Yunxiu's landscapes were clearly extremely natural.

Silk Fox, "She has been embroidering for more than 40 years, and of course it will not be the same as when she was a teenager."

"The sensitivity to color matching is born, and years of experience can also achieve the same effect."

"So she never gave up?"

"No." Silk Fox pushed open the door, motioning them to go and see for themselves.

In the bedroom, the girl with her hair neatly tied back wiped away her tears and removed the flowers she had repaired bit by bit.

The notebooks scattered beside her were densely packed with summaries written by her.Look at the books on Zhao Yun's bookshelf.Except for some reference books that she needs to use at her age, the rest are related to Suzhou embroidery.

This girl loves this skill deeply.She has also firmly abided by the agreement with her grandmother, she wants to let the whole world see that their traditional Suzhou embroidery has the most beautiful soul.

In this way, time passed year by year, Zhao Yun went from a teenager to a young man, went to school, graduated, fell in love, and got married.

On the day of her wedding, Zhao Yun wore a full-embroidered wedding dress embroidered by herself, and her mother covered her with a red hijab.

At this moment, Zhao Yun is the most beautiful bride in the world.

After marriage, Zhao Yun never gave up on Su embroidery.

She is almost 30 years old, and those talented embroiderers have already shown their talents, while Zhao Yun is still not well-known.

In several gatherings, her embroidery was not outstanding, and she could only get a solid evaluation of basic skills.And her creativity, compared with others, is also slightly mediocre.

But even so, Zhao Yun still persisted.

This year, Zhao Yun's daughter was born.Zhao Yun personally put on the bellyband she embroidered for her, and seeing her sweet smile, she felt satisfied.

Maybe no one recognizes her yet, but it doesn't matter, her family is always with her and supports her.

Five years, ten years, 15 years, 20 years... 40 years.

The silk raccoon led the three of them through Zhao Yun's life like a horse-watching tour, and it was also Zhao Yun's life dedicated to Su Embroidery.

And the embroidery on it is Zhao Yun's posthumous work.

"Do you know? When Zhao Yun left, she left with a smile."

"Why? Doesn't she regret it?" Qin Yi didn't understand.

Yuan Mu sighed, "I must be satisfied."

"Although she is unknown and has been questioned and judged, she has always been affirmed."

"For so many years, her husband only wore the clothes she cut out by herself. Her daughter also inherited her unfulfilled wish."

"Maybe that girl won't be engaged in related industries in the future, but it doesn't matter, grandma's skills are still passed down from her hands."

"That's right." Silk Fox walked in front of Qin Yi, "An embroiderer like Zhao Yun is just the most common one among the Su embroidery branches. And there are more of them buried in the sea of ​​people."

"You hope that I can help them?"

Silk Fox leaned over and made a kneeling posture, "They shouldn't be buried like this."

Qin Yi sighed, "I see. Let me think about it."

Silk Fox gave her a reluctant look, and then slowly disappeared into the air.And the surrounding scene is also changing, and finally changed back to the hotel where they stayed.

Qin Yi was stunned, as if she was still immersed in a dream and did not wake up.

But Yuan Mu picked up the embroidery left by the silk raccoon on the ground and sighed.

In a person's life, there may be two 40 years in total.But Zhao Yun left half of her life to Su Embroidery.

But even so, the inheritance is still in jeopardy.

Perhaps in a few years, Zhao Yun's embroidery method will become a masterpiece due to the decline of traditional techniques.However, in reality, more and more beauty disappears with time.

This may be people!Always develop towards a faster and more convenient road non-stop, but forget to stop and wait for the brightest colors in those years.

Patting Qin Yi on the shoulder, Yuan Mu handed her the embroidery in his hand.

Qin Yi stared at the small bridge above and was silent for a while, then suddenly made a somewhat crazy decision.

Early the next morning, Qin Yi, accompanied by Yuan Mu and Liu Ding, came to Zhao Yun's house again.

She found Zhao Yun's daughter and asked her a question, "How many embroiderers like your mother do you know?"

"There are more than 70 aunts I know."

"Can you invite them all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Paris Fashion Week in June this year, I want to invite them to go with me!"

Qin Yi's words were loud and smashed into Zhao Yun's daughter's heart.