From the outside, Ping An Embroidery Workshop is very inconspicuous, but inside it is very prosperous. Just a palm-sized fan placed on an old table attracted all the attention of the three sisters.
There is only one little red fox on this fan. Looking at it from different angles, the little fox actually shows different shapes:
It may squat, lie down, or jump; with different movements, its eyes may be opened, half-squinted, or tightly closed. You can clearly see the emotional changes on its furry face, making it look like a real fox.
Jumping on the desk.
This seemingly thin fan is enough to show how exquisite the embroiderer's skills are!
"So awesome..."
Song Niannian had forgotten the shock brought by the magnificent landscape embroidery of Ruyi Embroidery Workshop, and his eyes were glued to the little fox fan, and he even thought of taking it for himself.
Realizing her dark thoughts, she couldn't help but blush, and quickly turned away her eyes, not daring to look again.
Compared with Ruyi Embroidery Workshop, Ping'an Embroidery Workshop is very small, only about ten square meters. You can see the furnishings inside at a glance.
Song Xixi noticed a person sitting behind the high counter, with only half of her head exposed. Judging from her simple bun, she was a young woman.
The strange thing is that the three of them have been in for a while, but the woman didn't seem to notice. She was minding her own business, never asking for business or raising her head to look at them.
This is obviously a woman with great personality!
Song Xixi thought for a moment, then turned to ask Song Qingqing: "The embroidery girls in this embroidery shop are very skilled. What do you think about having the embroidery girls here as your teachers every year?"
Song Qingqing withdrew her eyes from the counter and nodded immediately without any hesitation: "As long as she is willing to accept it, it is her destiny!"
Song Xixi decisively pulled Song Niannian to the counter. Just when he was about to ask the woman if she would accept an apprentice, he saw an embroidery stand in front of the woman. Her flexible and delicate fingers were flying up and down, showing a picture of a hundred flowers blooming that was about to be formed.
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The three sisters held their breath and watched silently without making a sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the woman who was concentrating on the embroidery finally stopped her stitches and raised her head to look at the three little girls in front of her. However, there was a long scar on her beautiful face from the left side of her face through the bridge of her nose and landed on the right side of her face, causing damage.
of her beauty.
The three sisters were all shocked, with a trace of regret flashing in their eyes.
"Is something okay, three little girls?" the woman's soft voice sounded, like an oriole emerging from the valley.
Song Xixi shook her head for a moment, put away her abnormal emotions, quietly tugged on Song Niannian's sleeves, and looked at her with encouragement in her eyes.
Song Niannian felt embarrassed and her little face turned red: "I, I want to learn embroidery from a teacher. Are you willing to accept me as your apprentice?"
The woman was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting that she would be so direct.
She did not respond to Song Niannian, but looked at her with soft eyes without any meaning: "Why do you want to learn embroidery?"
Song Niannian blurted out: "It looks good!"
Song Xixi held her forehead: This girl is so honest!
Song Qingqing was speechless, and then became worried again.
In his previous life, Song Niannian accidentally helped the woman in front of him. In order to repay his kindness, the woman offered to accept her as her disciple and teach her all her skills.
Now that he had intervened and allowed them to meet in advance, I wonder if the woman is still willing to accept Song Niannian.
No, that's not right!
Song Qingqing beat her head in annoyance. In her previous life, Song Niannian indirectly killed her. She was generous in not taking revenge in this life. Why did she still have to work hard to become her apprentice?
She can't be a teacher, so she can just be an ordinary little village girl for the rest of her life!
Song Qingqing gritted her teeth and thought, the nervousness in her eyes revealed her true thoughts.
Hearing Song Niannian's answer, the woman burst into laughter: "Besides being good-looking, is there anything else?"
Song Niannian stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. Seeing that the woman had no objection, she became bolder: "Your embroidery is so beautiful, the flowers you embroider are fragrant, the clouds you embroider move, and the butterflies you embroider
It can fly...I like it so much!"
The woman smiled sweetly: "Thank you for your compliment!"
Song Niannian's eyes lit up and he said eagerly: "Are you willing to accept me as your disciple? I will definitely learn my skills from you and will never embarrass you!"
The woman didn't give her permission, so she opened the small cabinet under the counter and took out a dustpan full of colorful embroidery thread.
It's just that these embroidery threads are in a mess and twisted together tightly, and it's hard to tell which thread is which.
The woman handed the dustpan to Song Niannian, her voice still gentle: "As long as you sort these embroidery threads according to their colors within three days, I will accept you as my apprentice."
"Okay!" Song Niannian couldn't wait to take the dustpan as if he was afraid that she would regret it. The light in his eyes was brighter than the sun outside: "I will definitely sort out these embroidery threads within three days!"
Walking out of Ping'an Embroidery Workshop, Song Xixi looked at the dustpan held tightly by Song Niannian like a baby, and couldn't help but say: It's such a mess, even if you don't eat or drink, you can't sort it out in just three days.
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Song Qingqing also secretly regretted that she should not have intervened in this matter. If she failed to become a disciple in the end, she would be embarrassed to continue hating Song Niannian.
Seeing the worries of his cousin, Song Niannian was very optimistic: "It's okay. If I don't sleep at all, I will be able to sort it out within three days and let the master accept me as his disciple!"
The master has called me before I can become a disciple.
Song Xixi couldn't bear to say discouraging words in front of her and encouraged her: "We won't go anywhere for a while. We will help you sort out the embroidery threads in the inn."
Unexpectedly, Song Niannian refused: "No, Master asked me to sort out the embroidery thread, so I can't let you help me, otherwise Master will think that I am too evil-minded and won't accept me!"
Song Qingqing pretended to be impatient: "If we don't tell you, how will she know? Besides, she didn't say not to allow others to help!"
Song Niannian bit her lip and shook her head: "Master didn't say anything, but I think she wanted me to come alone."
Song Qingqing wanted to say something else, but Song Xixi stopped her: "Forget it, let her do it by herself."
Song Qingqing snorted and stopped talking to Song Niannian.
The three of them were not in the mood to go shopping, so they had dinner at a snack shop and went directly back to the inn.
Not wanting to disturb Song Xixi's rest, Song Niannian took the initiative to change rooms with Song Qingqing, and used a not-so-bright oil lamp to sort out the messy embroidery thread.
Song Xixi and Song Qingqing were lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, but they did not dare to disturb her next door.
Worried that Song Niannian would accidentally knock over the oil lamp and cause a fire when he was sleepy, the two took turns to keep watch. It wasn't until the lights next door went out that they fell asleep peacefully and slept until noon the next day.
And Song Niannian got up early, with a sleepy face, sitting in front of the window and concentrating on arranging embroidery threads. There were more than a dozen separated strands on the table beside him, but there was no less "mess" in the dustpan.
How many.
In three days, it is almost impossible to fix everything.
Song Xixi originally wanted to stay at the inn to accompany Song Niannian, but not long after lunch, a familiar policeman from the yamen came over in a hurry: "Miss Song, two hundred and five are missing!"