Where is Chunsheng

All the joy and pain in the world have a time limit. When the pain is endless, there will always be death to save you.

After his father passed away, He Chunsheng dropped out of school.In the first seven years, he worked part-time in the city, worked as a waiter in a restaurant, worked as a small laborer on a construction site, and worked as a security guard for a while.

He finally discovered that there is nothing wrong with being alone, one person can feed the whole family and the whole family will not be hungry, and he doesn't have to think about people other than himself.As long as a man is diligent, he cannot starve to death.

He remembered his father's words. Whenever he had free time, he would study the booklet left by his father. In addition to the patterns that have been handed down from the local area, there are also some patterns created by his father, about the techniques and experience of making indigo; Yes, in that booklet, in addition to recording the techniques of local printing and anti-dyeing techniques, there are other techniques that my father did not know about the wax and anti-dyeing techniques of master Aizen, and there are some self-created ones that can change the color into gradients. Blue methods, such as fine paste tubes for drawing detailed lines, sprinkle batik for shading or snowflakes, starry sky, etc.He Chunsheng has been familiar with it since he was a child, and he also has a set of tools inherited from his father. During vacations, he went back to the countryside to make indigo, draw patterns, and engrave patterns. He also tried the new anti-dyeing methods recorded by his father. My mother's sewing machine simply sewed scarves, and I went to the city every night on weekdays to set up night market stalls for sale.After earning money, in addition to living expenses, he will also buy some Gongbi painting books to practice. His father always told him that if he wants to make extremely beautiful and unconventional patterns, he must have a solid foundation in Gongbi.

He Chunsheng didn't think about meeting Jiao Yao in the past again. Like his father and mother, together with the burnt bloody clothes, Jiao Yao was sealed in the "people from the past" in his memory.After starting to make a living, he finally realized how naive and ridiculous he was, and also realized how different he was from Jiao Shi.They are like clouds and mud, one is floating in the sky, and the other is trampled under feet.Jiao Xi must have read a lot of books, passed the college entrance examination, found a good job, and has a future that is envied by others.He sometimes felt that if he still saw Jiao Shi in his lifetime, he might not be able to summon up the courage to talk to him.

The big apprentice Ye Qingqing first appeared in front of his stall 11 years ago.She was 30 years old then.She looked at his blue cloth and white flower scarves fascinatedly, and bought ten of them at once.

In the future, as long as He Chunsheng set up a stall, he would meet her. Sometimes she would come to see the cloth, sometimes to buy scarves, sometimes just chatting with He Chunsheng. Most of the time, she was talking and he was just listening.In the end, she said that she would worship him as a teacher and learn this craft from him.

He Chunsheng told her that he had no time to take care of his apprentices. He would work as a security guard in the kindergarten during the day from Monday to Saturday, and set up a stall at night. Only on Sundays would he be free to go back to the countryside to make indigo, paint, and engrave. and dyed cloth.

"How much do you earn a month?" Ye Qingqing asked him.

"Eight hundred for security guards, three to five hundred for selling scarves."

"I'll give you a tuition fee of [-] a month, so you can go back and teach me how to dye cloth?"

He Chunsheng didn't want to, because he could teach Ye Qingqing in a month. Could it be that for this 500 yuan, he would have to lose the job he had so hard to find for one day off on weekends?

Ye Qingqing said: "I can invest in you to do this. If you are not on the right track for a day, I will support you for a day."

He Chunsheng is 21 years old and has been self-reliant for more than seven years. He doesn't feel good when he says "raise him" to a girl.Maybe art people are so unrestrained, after Ye Qingqing said this, she didn't realize anything.

"I don't need a woman to support me." He Chunsheng said, his face was young and handsome, with a composure that didn't match his age.In the past two or three years, some girls have pursued him, but he never took it to heart.

Ye Qingqing laughed loudly: "Xiao He, you got it wrong!"

The next day, Ye Qingqing appeared in front of He Chunsheng's stall with a very beautiful girl, and introduced to He Chunsheng: "This is Lin Jing, my wife."

This is the first time that He Chunsheng knows that the same sex can also live together.

He Chunsheng still didn't agree to Ye Qingqing, he just agreed that on Sunday, he could take Ye Qingqing back to the countryside and let her have a look at his craftsmanship.As for her offering to give him money, he was unwilling to accept it.

Ye Qingqing had no way to convince He Chunsheng—in He Chunsheng's view, doing business required capital and was risky, just like his parents, who used to treat indigo dyeing as a business, but ended up living like that.He Chunsheng stubbornly made blue dye, just to miss his parents and soothe their spirits in heaven.

Under Ye Qingqing's repeated pestering, He Chunsheng agreed to her proposal to draw some complicated patterns and dye some large pieces of cloth that could be used to make her skirts.

After a few months, Ye Qingqing said that she helped He Chunsheng find a buyer. They liked He Chunsheng's ethnic but unique indigo-dyed fabric, hoping to establish a stable supply relationship.

The smiling Ye Qingqing told He Chunsheng that the customers she mentioned were foreign businessmen, and some well-known private garment workshops took a fancy to He Chunsheng's fabrics.As for where Ye Qingqing came from, she didn't disclose it to He Chunsheng. He Chunsheng felt that even if he heard it, he still wouldn't be able to figure it out.

"Now you can accept me as your apprentice, right? I'll pay you [-] a month for tuition, and then I'll help you and sell for you, but you'll get [-]% of my profits. Let's sign a one-year contract first, okay?" ?"

He Chunsheng couldn't understand Ye Qingqing's thoughts. She had an extraordinary pursuit of "beauty", although He Chunsheng thought that "beauty" was worthless.She's rich, and she's pretty idle.Of course, He Chunsheng didn't ask her what she did for a living. He knew that in the city, some people could get rich by collecting rent just because they were reincarnated with skills.

When he was a child, he thought more than once, the blue cloth in their house is so beautiful, why is it not flattering?But then he figured out that when he was in junior high school, even if he had no clothes to wear, he wouldn't want him to wear that kind of calico and walk on the road to attract attention.There's only one word to describe this unfashionable beauty - dated.

Ye Qingqing showed him some videos of foreign models walking shows. There was a series of dresses with the theme of blue cloth. Just as He Chunsheng imagined, these cloths were cut and designed properly, and they were so beautiful to wear on girls. up.But He Chunsheng took a closer look, and felt that the patterns of the cloth were not beautiful enough, and the dyed colors were neither layered nor vivid enough.

But Ye Qingqing told He Chunsheng that the dyes of these garments were not indigo, but chemical dyes, and those colors were also dyed in imitation of national costumes.In recent years, some designers have begun to look for handmade fabrics dyed with ethnic and environmentally friendly plant dyes. If the patterns have characteristics, they will be more popular.Before that, Ye Qingqing asked someone to take out the dyed fabric she bought from He Chunsheng, and got in touch with the other party, who placed an order.

"This is the first step." Ye Qingqing said brightly, "Lin Jing and I plan to build a studio in China. I don't believe that ethnic elements can't be revived in China. People nowadays may lack fashion vision. But after ten years, just wait! It will definitely be different, any girl who loves beauty on the street can't bear to be dressed exactly like others!"

"Master, the things in your family will definitely be able to rebuild the sky. I have traveled all over the province, and you are the only young man who is still making pulp and wax anti-blue dyeing. The other families are either very old or have long been Going out to work, no one is doing it, and this skill is almost lost." Ye Qingqing held He Chunsheng's hand and said, "If you want to continue, you have to bring apprentices, otherwise after a few decades, there may be no more people in the world. I won’t see such a beautiful Aizen anymore. You don’t have to worry about other things, Lin Jing and I will take care of it!”

He Chunsheng finally agreed to Ye Qingqing. He thought: If he really failed, he would have to start working again. Anyway, he is still young, and the jobs he did are really irrelevant. Apart from earning a little money, they cannot bring any value. And satisfaction, can only make him feel like a struggling fish on the tidal flat.

For at least a year from now on, he can concentrate on arranging the patterns left by his father, and he can also freely create some new patterns like his father.He wanted to compile it into a book, and record all his parents' experience and his creativity in it, so that even if there are no apprentices and descendants, when he gets old and dies, this skill will never be lost.

He Chunsheng is a person who loves reading, otherwise he would not be the only student in the village who was admitted to No. [-] Middle School that year.It's just that the family and life at that time made him really unable to enjoy the false tranquility in the school with peace of mind.

"At sunrise, the river's flowers are red, and in spring, the river is as green as blue." When he calmed down, he remembered the words Jiao Shi answered, and repeated in his heart, "The bluegrass itself is green, but the dye made from it is green." It’s blue.” He thought of Jiao Yao’s white neck that was exposed outside his collar at that time, and thought of every look of him—human memory will gradually fade with the passage of time, but Jiao Yao’s appearance is not. The image was engraved in his mind, and it never faded no matter how long it took.