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Sheng Zhixin stayed in the circle for a few years without talking, and never believed that those big cakes that fell from the sky would fall on his head, so he could only change the topic and say that he would think about it later.

Lin Zijin didn't look like he was asking seriously, he didn't mention it after he finished asking, he just leaned aside and complained about the ruthlessness of the program group.

Sheng Zhixin listened, but he didn't lose his mind at all, his eyes kept falling on Ai Xin in front of him.

He seems very hostile to Wen Gu, why?Was there a holiday before?

Sheng Zhixin didn't want to understand, staring at Ai Xin for a while, not even knowing when Lin Zijin beside him stopped thinking.

Lin Zijin stared at him with squinted eyes for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

In a small carriage, there is an undercurrent.

The car drove a few people through the expressway, and it happened to be noon when we arrived at the Ancient Tea Horse Road in Pu'er District.As soon as they got out of the car, a person wearing the same ethnic costume appeared out of nowhere.

Lin Zijin couldn't help crying when he saw him: "Isn't it? There are still others to choose?"

The staff member smiled mysteriously: "Please take out your coins."

Sheng Zhixin took out a coin: "Who will throw it this time?"

The program team did not announce the content of the task, so those who toss a coin will step on the pit.

Lin Zijin spread his hands with a smile, and Sheng Zhixin understood, so he tossed the coin numbly.

If he did not make a mistake in his estimation, nine out of ten of all subsequent coin flips would be done by himself.

"Congratulations to Mr. Xiaosheng for throwing yes," the staff member said, "The next step is to reveal the task of yes option."

He turned over a task card in his hand, and there were two words clearly written on it: "Embroidery".

"Yi Embroidery in Yunnan is an intangible cultural heritage of our country. Your random challenge today is to help an old Yi embroidery stall run."

Sheng Zhixin heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there were no weird random challenges.

The water market on the Ancient Tea Horse Road is not large in scale, but it is more lively.At this time, it happened to be lunch time, and it was bustling with merchants and tourists.A row of people in national costumes stood on the raft not far away, dancing to the music.

For more than 20 years, Sheng Zhixin has basically never been out of City B, except for going out to study and running notices.So this variety show is probably his first real tour. His eyes are attracted by various things, and he can't get enough of them.

The shop they want to help sell is located a little far from the bustling area, surrounded by small tie-dye and batik shops, which are much deserted compared to the shops selling fruits, vegetables and catering not far away.

As soon as Sheng Zhixin and the three entered the room, they saw an old man sitting in the corner.

The old man looked about 80 to [-] years old, with deep wrinkles on his face and rough skin on his hands, like the dry bark of an old tree.

Seeing someone coming in, the old man got up slowly and spoke his hometown dialect.

Sheng Zhixin didn't hear clearly, so he looked to the staff for help, and the staff translated: "This is Granny Bai. She is the inheritor of Yi embroidery, and she has opened a shop here for 30 years."

Granny Bai seemed to be able to understand Chinese, she nodded to them with a smile, her body was trembling, as if she could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Sheng Zhixin quickly helped her back to the chair and sat down.

Their task is to sell goods totaling 500 yuan before four o'clock in the evening without disclosing their artist identities.

That is to say, you can't use your face as a sign to attract fans to buy things, but you have to go through appropriate makeup or make-up to complete the goal.

Sheng Zhixin felt that this condition sounded very simple at first. After all, as a tourist attraction, the souvenirs inside are not so cheap no matter how conscientious they are, let alone these exquisitely crafted embroidery crafts?

But when he looked at the prices of those embroidery crafts, he fell silent.

A sachet is priced at ten yuan.A larger handbag is priced at 20.

He looked at Lin Zijin and Ai Xin, the latter was staring at the wall in a daze, obviously not thinking about the variety show in front of him, while Lin Zijin wandered around the store for a long time, and called Sheng Zhixin like a treasure: "Mr. Xiao Sheng! This is good." pretty!"

Sheng Zhixin walked around the shelves in the middle, and what caught his eyes was a set of royal blue Yi costumes hanging on the wall, on which a phoenix soaring high was embroidered densely with thin threads.

He looked at Lin Zijin beside him, and then at the clothes on the wall, a bold idea slowly formed in his mind.

He turned around and looked at Lin Zijin with a subtle smile on his face: "Brother Lin, are you willing to sacrifice yourself for the hardworking people?"

Lin Zijin froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Sheng Zhixin used all his attainments in the field of "eloquence" to understand and act with reason: "Brother Lin, you should have seen those low-priced embroidery crafts just now. If the turnover is up to the standard If it is 500, I don’t know how much I will sell today, the task is really heavy.”

Lin Zijin nodded: "It makes sense, you continue."

"And the location of our store is not that good," Sheng Zhixin said in a very sincere tone, "Look, those restaurants and fruit and vegetable stores are in a crowded place in front, and the floating market is just around the corner. So it is difficult for tourists to continue to walk in here."

Lin Zijin squinted at him: "So?"

"So we had to have something that caught the eye."

As he said that, Sheng Zhixin turned out from behind the shelf, communicated with Granny Bai for a while, gesturing and guessing, then trotted back, and carefully took down the Yi costume with the bamboo pole that was put aside.

Lin Zijin thought something was wrong in his heart at this moment, and said vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

Sheng Zhixin acted as if he had never heard of it, and gestured the suit in front of Lin Zijin: "It seems that Brother Lin, you look good in a suit..."

"This is women's clothing!" Lin Zijin's peach blossom eyes widened, and he took a step back, "Mr. Xiao Sheng, your heart is to be punished!"

Sheng Zhixin let out a "tsk", and slowly leaned over, his voice could not help but add a hint of flattery: "Brother Lin, you see, this dress fits you very well, and you just said that you are willing to work hard for your clothes." How can you break your promise when the masses give themselves?"

Lin Zijin stared at him for a long time, regretting both inside and outside the words: "Sheng Zhixin, why did I think you were a pure and harmless little sheep before, why didn't I see that you have a bad stomach!"

Listening to the dramatic development here, the big cameraman held back his laughter.

Sheng Zhixin continued to lobby the person in front of him: "Brother Lin, I just read it, this suit is very suitable for you, so you..."

"Don't think about it," Lin Zijin said, "Why don't you wear it yourself?"

"Because I'm not as good-looking as you."

Sheng Zhixin admitted it frankly.

The two confronted each other here for a long time and still made no progress, while Ai Xin, who had nothing to do over there, was spinning around like a trapped animal in a cage, feeling irritable.

If I knew I could transfer the group, I would have transferred to the other side, why bother to be angry here?

If it wasn't for the sake of firing the cp he didn't want to fire for Sheng Zhixin, he wouldn't want to waste time on these useless embroidery.

Ai Xin knew that he probably didn't have many shots for this part, and he didn't want to talk to the old man beside him, so he glanced at her with a bit of disgust.

"Brother Lin," Sheng Zhixin finally started to play the emotional card, "Who tossed the coin? Who made it possible for you to come here in a comfortable car instead of a bicycle?"

Lin Zijin gritted his teeth: "You."

"So Brother Lin, for everyone—"

Sheng Zhixin handed the clothes forward and stuffed them into Lin Zijin's hands, with "sincerity" written all over his face: "Please!"

"Damn, Sheng Zhixin, I really misjudged you." Lin Zijin took the clothes and finally gave up struggling, "Your heart is as black as Wen Gu's!"

What does it have to do with Wen Gu?

Sheng Zhixin raised his eyebrows, and pushed Lin Zijin to change clothes behind the house, while he returned to Granny Bai.

Granny Bai listened to the bickering of the two young men, with a slight smile on her face all the time, holding a half-embroidered work in her hand, and slowly outlined the gorgeous pattern.

Sheng Zhixin suddenly asked: "Mother-in-law, haven't you thought about opening a store in another place?"

After hearing this, Granny Bai seemed to think about the meaning of his words, and finally shook her head.

"Why don't you change it?" Sheng Zhixin said, "You can take your craftsmanship to a better place and let more people know the culture and history of Yi embroidery, isn't it good?"

Grandma Bai looked up at him and seemed to sigh.

Unlike ordinary old people, her eyes were not cloudy, but surprisingly bright.

She said softly in non-standard Mandarin: "I'm old."

Sheng Zhixin's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

These traditional crafts grow old together with the elderly, and one day they will eventually return to the dust of the years. Except for being printed in textbooks, no one will remember them.

Lin Zijin struggled for a long time in the back room, and finally put on the suit.

The material of the clothes was quite good, and the royal blue made his already fair skin even whiter.

He twirled the skirt in front of the dressing mirror, and thought it was very good, so he went out the door openly, and saw Sheng Zhixin sitting sideways opposite Granny Bai, holding the semi-finished embroidery in his hand.

Grandma Bai pursed her lips, smiling so hard that she couldn't keep her eyes open, watching the big boy in front of her clumsily messing with the needle and thread, muttering her hometown dialect in her mouth.One old and one young, you talk about mine, and I talk about yours, which seems extraordinarily harmonious.

"Mr. Xiaosheng, can you take a look at my outfit?"

Sheng Zhixin put down his needle and thread, and when he turned his head, his eyes lit up: "Brother Lin, you are so beautiful."

The smile on Lin Zijin's face froze, and he punched it without hesitation: "Don't be too happy, you have to change with me."

"Huh?" Sheng Zhixin was stunned.

So that afternoon, next to the water market on the Ancient Tea Horse Road, a temporary stage was set up at some point.On the stage there was a woman in a royal blue dress, and a tightly wrapped monster wearing a wooden mask with blue-faced fangs. The monster was holding an erhu, and was in charge of performance and soundtrack, too busy.

People passing by gradually gathered around the stage and watched it with great interest.

Sheng Zhixin picked the most famous "Water-Splashing Festival" legend among many Yunnan myths, and adapted a rough stage play on the spot, except that the seven girls in the story had to become one.

Lin Zijin was reluctant to wear women's clothes at first, but after Sheng Zhixin helped him change his makeup, he looked in the mirror and almost declared to the whole world that he was the most beautiful woman.

The two performed this temporary adaptation of the myth into a half-stage play on the stage. Not far away, the tourists who had just finished eating in the restaurant slowly gathered, and finally turned their attention to this unremarkable road. In the eye-catching alley.

Ai Xin didn't say a word along the way, and he didn't think of Lin Zijin until Sheng Zhixin finished putting on his makeup, so he could only send him to work as a cashier.He was wearing a mask at the moment, but he didn't look depressed.

Lin Zijin glanced at the time, and poked Sheng Zhixin: "Hey, devil, it's 03:30, I wonder if it's almost there."

"Don't."

Sheng Zhixin shook his clothes and tried his best to show the gorgeous patterns on them: "It's not the last moment, so we can't relax."

Lin Zijin snorted: "Do you want to be so dedicated, Lord Demon King? Are you hot? I'm sweating just looking at it."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when Sheng Zhixin said it, he immediately felt that the clothes were extremely dry.He really didn't want to sweat so much on such a beautiful embroidered dress, so he finally agreed to Lin Zijin's proposal.

But it's okay if you don't stand up. As soon as you stand up, Sheng Zhixin's eyes are spinning in front of him, he staggers a few steps, and throws himself directly into Lin Zijin's arms.

"It's so hot, Mr. Xiaosheng." After getting along for an afternoon, the sense of distance between the two of them has long since disappeared. "I can't bear to throw myself into my arms, and I will be hated by others."

It's no wonder that it's not hot after being exposed to the sun for a noon and an afternoon without eating.

Sheng Zhixin originally wanted to leave by himself, but Lin Zijin was so enthusiastic that he insisted on helping him back to the house and whispering in his ear.

"Mr. Xiao Sheng also knows folk music?" He said, "This erhu is really hidden."

Sheng Zhixin got off the stage, and the enthusiasm that had just been boiled because of the performance slowly subsided: "I learned it when I was young."

Lin Zijin coughed lightly: "I misunderstood Mr. Xiao Sheng before, so I apologize."

Sheng Zhixin blinked: "What misunderstanding?"

"It's the video that was broadcast that time," Lin Zijin said, "The one at the group show."