[Rebirth] If you don't treat it as an essence, you will die

"Little Yanhuai, you've grown so big in a blink of an eye."

"You know me?" Yan Huai asked.

Li Mofei coughed lightly, "Let me introduce you. Huaihuai, this is your mother's mentor back then."

Yanhuai's mother is Miss Qianjin, who grew up playing with all kinds of jewelry since she was a child.

Her interest in jewelry continued into adulthood.

And her understanding of jewelry has also become her talent in jewelry design.

When she came back from her study tour, her mentor who had always valued him opened her own studio. She could have started her life as a designer in the studio.

But she fell in love with Yan Papa, the calm man she met in a foreign country.

After marrying Yan's father, the family didn't want her to show up in public.

Mental service is also service, and Yanjia thinks it is not nice to say it.

She quickly became pregnant and her body was not supporting her from the high-intensity work.

After returning to the family, Yan Mama has never given up on design.But until Yan Huai could run and dance, she never returned to the studio to work.

But the mentor has kept one of her spots.

Yan's mother's married life is not happy, Yan's father is not as reliable as she thought, nor as loyal to love as she is.

"Actually, that golden photo frame was your mother's last design."

The old man stood up and took out a leather bag.

The paper in the leather bag has turned yellow, and you can see the traces of frequent flipping. On the fragile paper, it is a very beautiful design.

Yan Huai remembered that when she was a child, her mother's table was filled with well-mixed watercolors, but she didn't draw a single stroke, she just sat in front of the table in a daze.

If Yan Huai asked her what she was doing, she just looked out the window and smiled faintly.

The roses outside the window are in full bloom, and two butterflies are lingering, chasing each other among the flowers.

And Yan Huai's mother, one day after a long time, turned into a butterfly and flew away.

The old man has always been very sad about the death of his proud disciple.

He pursed his lips, blinked his eyes quickly, and said after a long while: "She wants to design a set of photo frames, and when she has a photo frame, she wants to take pictures, and she smiles when taking pictures. She called me and said that she just started to conceive When I was there, I wanted to keep happiness, but ah, happiness is so hard to get."

Yan Huai's mother said she hoped to make this design, but she didn't want to sign it.

The photo frame uses a lot of rubies and opals, which are stones that represent eternity.

"I think she will be very happy. This photo frame is full of photos of your happiness."

The old man had no choice but to fulfill the disciple's last wish. He made the model with his own hands and made the finished product.

But every time he saw the photo frame, he would feel sad, and finally this valuable finished product was shelved until Li Mofei looked for it.

Although Yan Huai's mother only worked in the studio for a short period of time and did not have any works, he still left a logo on the photo frame, which is a common mark for studio members when they do not make their signatures public.

If she hadn't met Yan Huai's father, but had chosen to become a professional designer, she might have lived a happier life.

"Take it, this manuscript belongs to you."

In fact, there are not many things left by my mother. After the divorce, she once thought about choosing to move, and many things were lost in the process.

The corners of Yan Huai's eyes were moist, "Thank you."

"No, you inherited her talent, very good."

The old man beckoned, and the assistant took a box.

Yan Huai knew that this kind of box was used to hold precious jewelry.

With a jump in his heart, the old man opened the box.

Sure enough, it was the set of things he designed.

It was also the first time he saw that the finished product could be so beautiful.

The old man is a little proud, the products produced by their workshop are never bad.

If anyone in the industry can accurately restore the design drawings, it must be theirs.

Yan Huai couldn't take his eyes off, the azure gem was clearer than the sky, attracting people to keep exploring.

He kept watching until Li Mofei touched him lightly before returning to his senses.

The old man didn't mind his faux pas, he seemed to be looking at Yanhuai, and seemed to be looking at other people through him, "You are like your mother, you can't take your eyes away when you see a beautiful design, you must look carefully for a long time will be enough."

Yan Huai seldom heard of his mother from others, he opened his eyes wide, hoping that the old man could say a few more words.

But the old man sighed wearily, "That card is still valid. If you need it, you can let me make three things after making an appointment."

"Thank you."

The old man stood up, "You're welcome. You have a better eye for people than your mother, and you know how to adapt."

He recognized Li Mofei.

"I thank you for my mother."

"I accept it." The old man smiled freely and made jewelry for the guests.

That card was actually the only card that Yan Huai's mother gave out, a membership card.

Back home, Yan Huai's mood was still low.

Li Mofei turned off the parrot's electronic voice, and stuffed the lazy ball into Yan Huai's arms.

Yan Huai buried her head in the lazy ball's belly and took a deep breath.

"I'm fine again!"

As soon as the ravaged lazy ball was let go, it jumped off the sofa and got into the cat climbing frame, unable to survive.

Yan Huai didn't have the self-consciousness of an idiot cat owner, he looked at Li Mofei seriously, "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"