Proton's Journey

"Could it be that I dismantled the tuanhua myself?!" Grandpa Ruoshui came back to himself in panic.

Grandpa Ruoshui made an exception this day and didn't scold the street.

It is rare for the neighbors to see him, usually a handsome tailor sitting on the bare threshold, smoking a pipe all morning in a dejected and muffled voice.

The tailor's lady couldn't sit still at this moment.

Find a tailor's shop, stick out a finger in the street, point at the tailor's nose and curse.

"I said you are a worthless, incompetent dog. How can you tear down a good tuanhua? I raise a cat and can catch mice, and I raise a dog and can look after the house. How can you be a big living person?" I can’t even look at a bunch of flowers, are you sorry for me?! I have a big belly all day long, and I wash your clothes and cook for you..."

"You are useless, you can't even keep a bunch of flowers, do you have the face to live? If the balls are torn down again, and you can't deliver the goods when the date comes, do you have the face to be a human being?! "

The tailor lowered his head in despondency, feeling that he was worthless, and was publicly scolded by his wives for being worthless, even the unborn baby in his wife's womb listened.

It's all because of the bunch of flowers, because of the bunch of flowers, the bunch of flowers... the bunch of flowers...

The tailor filled another pot of cigarettes, and smoked them hard, until white smoke came out of his nostrils, and tears flowed from his eyes.

After smoking, the tailor stood up, patted his buttocks, and looked at the faintly visible hilltop in the distance. He took a deep breath in his chest, and felt that the time of shrinking his head and being a little hen should be over, and he wanted to start anew. fighting spirit.

For the fourth group of flowers, Ruoshui's grandfather only took two and a half days to embroider, and his hand speed improved a little.

The tailor fell into deep thought as he stared at the circle of flowers with the Chinese character for longevity intertwined with peonies.

He was a little apprehensive, fearing that he would uncontrollably tear down the bouquet of flowers while sleepwalking.

"Look for someone to lock me up, and go to the Yamen to borrow a pair of shackles and handcuffs to put on..." These measures have all been implemented by tailors.

But on the second day, his tuanhua was still demolished.

The tailor realized with a feeling of frustration that the sleepwalking tailor who took apart his bouquets was much more skilled than him, and he couldn't stop him at all. As soon as he fell asleep, the sleepwalking tailor who unwrapped his bouquets would definitely appear. Hua will definitely be demolished again.

When there were only seven days left before the delivery date of the embroidered padded jacket, Ruoshui's grandfather thought of another clever trick.

I went to the medicine shop and prescribed a large package of medicine for drowsiness.

It took two and a half days to embroider and cover the bouquet, and the tailor decided not to sleep that night to watch over the bouquet.

The medicine for drowsiness was drunk bowl after bowl, the candle was burning brightly, and the weak grandfather guarded the group of flowers energetically.

At the end of the night, Grandpa Ruoshui looked at the intact tuanhua with a smile on his lips.

On the second day, the tailor stretched the bouquet from the frame with satisfaction, burned the iron and ironed the bouquet, and then sewed the bouquet on the front and back of the gray-blue soft satin that had been cut. The fine silk floss was ready, and then the sleeves were sewed with a flying needle, the collar was attached, and finally it was incensed on the steamer.

It's done, it's done, it's done!

A gray-blue cotton-padded jacket with long-shou characters and floral patterns entwined with fragrant peonies!

Satisfied, the tailor looked at the padded gown repeatedly under the lamp, feeling his infinite sense of accomplishment on it.

The realm of his struggle has risen to another level, and he won the fight with his sleepwalking self.

Grandpa Ruoshui hummed a little tune, proudly inserted the door and went to sleep.

On the second day, the tailor took out the gray-blue tufted cotton jacket from the closet, shook it in the wind, and prepared to pack it up and send it away.

A colorful silk hydrangea fell out of the gray-blue cotton-padded jacket with flowers in the wind.

The tailor hurriedly grabbed the cotton-padded jacket in front of his eyes and saw that the flowers on the front and back of the jacket were gone and torn again! ! !

It seems that the drowsiness medicine can only prevent that sleepwalking tailor for a while, and it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

At this time, the old man who returned home came to his family and asked, "Tailor, there are still four days left, can you still deliver my old man's cotton padded jacket on time?"

"Yes, please rest assured, my master, I will definitely deliver the goods on time!" The tailor gritted his teeth and said.

The tailor looked at the gray-blue soft satin padded jacket from which the flowers had been removed, and felt that everything was about to start all over again.

The last four days.

Re-choose fabrics, re-cut, re-embroider, re-fill silk cotton...

"Guess, did my grandfather finally finish that gray-blue soft satin embroidered padded jacket?"

After drinking two bowls of wine to the bottom, Ruo Shui threw Li Kan another question mark.

"It's done, but what method did your grandfather use to win the fight with that sleepwalking tailor? I'm more interested in that." Li Kan said with a smile.

"It's boring to tell stories to people like you." Ruoshui said with a curled lip.

In four days, the embroidery was cut on the first three days, and the silk cotton was plucked on the fourth day, and there was no delay for a day.

The medicine for dozing off in the pharmacy bought two more packs, boiled it thickly, and drank it one pot after another.

The group flowers are embroidered, the silk floss is finished, and the collar is put on the smoker to burn incense.

The furoshiki was pulled, and when he was about to pack it, the tailor felt the unstoppable drowsiness, and he couldn't bear it.

Cut, you can't lose at this critical moment!

The tailor bit his own hand hard, and with the last of his energy, he wrapped the gray-blue soft satin embroidered padded jacket in the bag, and then slammed his head against the snow-white wall.