190. Chapter 190 Where have I seen it before (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 190 Where have I seen it before (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
When Sister Huailan was young, she loved embroidery.
She grew up with Ayao's grandmother since she was a child, and they have the same hobbies.
Both of them are from the village and are famous for their skill and beauty.
Young Bai people have a relatively free way of falling in love. They usually take advantage of opportunities such as labor, markets, festivals, or temple fairs to get to know each other.
They also use folk songs to test each other, express their feelings, and find the person they love.
When she was young, Nanny Huailan liked to take Xie Zhiyao's mother under the tree or in the field, and use the embroidery needle in her hand to outline the patterns she liked.
They talk to each other about their longing for beautiful love and their longing for future life, until...
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In the room inside the embroidery workshop.
There are many of her works that have been framed and hung on the walls.
Each piece of work contains her sense of comfort and indifference, as well as her understanding of the beauty of nature and her indescribable feelings when she sketched these lifelike paintings.
"Honey, these embroidery pieces are so exquisite. Is this your work too?"
When a red coat was taken out of the wooden box, everyone who was called in couldn't help but sigh when they saw it.
Sister Huailan touched the exquisite patterns on it, and the threads were intertwined and scattered.
Her hands were slow and gentle, as if touching long-ago stories and her own lost years. She shook her head lightly and said with a smile, "This piece is not my work, it was embroidered by my grandma."
"Teacher Huailan's grandma? Wasn't that a long time ago?" Damai said in surprise.
However, it seems that this dress has been well preserved after such a long time. Even the headdress that matches this dress is spotless and looks very bright.
It makes people want to touch it out of curiosity, but they are reluctant to let it go.
"Honey, why did you take out this dress?"
Unlike others who were appreciating it attentively, Xie Zhiyao knew the meaning of this dress, and there was an unspeakable anxiety in his words.
Madam Huailan smiled and looked at Ayao: "I just saw you and thought of some things in the past."
Yes, when she looked back just now, she thought of many things in the past.
"What happened in the past?" Xie Zhiyao murmured, lowered his head, looked at his clothes, and then suddenly remembered something.
Then he looked at his maid worriedly.
He knew what the other party was remembering.
Feeling this kind of gaze, Sister Huailan seemed not to care, shook her head slightly, and said to everyone: "In our village, when Jinhua gets married, she will come here to sew a dress.
When you finish taking the photo, I will measure the size for you, and then Ayao will send it to you when it is ready."
"Teacher Huailan, Hongdou and I don't need it. We have measured it before."
Huang Xinxin put down the silky fabric in her hands and said happily.
Madam Huailan nodded, glanced at Xu Hongdou and Huang Xinxin, and said with a smile: "Your clothes are almost ready. I will ask Ayao to send them to you when the time comes."
"Thank you, Teacher Huailan, please excuse me."
Xu Hongdou nodded with a smile.
Then she turned her attention to this dress. The joyful meaning of red, and the lifelike texture made up of threads, made her a little confused. She didn't know how to praise the grandmother when she sewed this dress. What kind of ingenuity she had, but she could
You can appreciate the care that was taken at that time.
But
Xu Hongdou frowned slightly, and then took a closer look.
She seemed to have seen a similar pattern somewhere, but she couldn't remember it, so she looked at Madam Huailan out of curiosity: "Teacher Huailan, is there only one piece of clothing?"
After hearing this, Madam Huailan's expression froze slightly, she glanced at Xu Hongdou, pursed her lips and shook her head gently.
"That's strange." Xu Hongdou frowned and whispered a question in his mind, then looked at it carefully.
After a while, after everyone had finished appreciating, Xie Zhiyao listened to Teacher Huailan memorize everything he was going to say, then Zhuzi checked the equipment and smiled at the people still gathered around the clothes:
"Okay, we've finished admiring it, let's take pictures quickly."
Damai, Huang Xinxin, and Xu Hongdou heard this and quickly responded, saying hello to Madam Huailan apologetically, and then gently put away their clothes.
Sister Huailan was walking outside when they were preparing to take pictures.
He slowly picked up the red wedding dress that his mother had worn. His eyes seemed to have many things to say to it, but he silently put it away.
This dress fits 'her' body very well, and it also suits 'him'...
But, that was a story that happened more than thirty years ago.
However, when she looked back inadvertently just now, she remembered that person and this piece of clothing that had been gathering dust in her memory. She carefully folded the clothes and put them in the cabinet and locked them.
She came outside and saw Xu Hongdou helping to hold the reflector, while Xie Zhiyao was leading everyone to introduce the embroidery workshop in front of the camera, and she felt silently in her heart.
Young, so good...
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Coming out of Teacher Huailan's embroidery workshop.
Several people took their things and walked towards Youfeng Restaurant.
When Xie Zhiyao was explaining just now, his mouth was dry, but there was nothing he could do about it. Although Huang Xinxin liked the clothes and embroidery made by Teacher Huailan, her carefree personality and the word "embroidery"
Totally irrelevant.
As for Sister Huailan, due to her personality, she is not very willing to appear in front of the camera.
Therefore, the explanation part can only be done by him, who has been around Sister Huailan and his grandmother since he was a child. If not, he would not put on that white traditional costume.
To make myself a man and more suitable for what needs to be explained.
Fortunately, after the explanation, he quickly changed back into his usual clothes in the embroidery workshop, and he felt a lot more relaxed.
To be honest, he was still a little embarrassed to wear such clothes in front of outsiders.
Xu Hongdou, who was walking slowly behind with Damai holding hands, now had the same puzzled expression on his face.
Knowing the meaning of this dress and the past story of Sister Huailan, she carefully savored the tone and eyes of Sister Huailan just now.
She knew that even though it had happened more than thirty years ago, when Sister Huailan thought about it, it was still so hard to let go and forget.
It's just that time has diluted the feelings and hid them deep in my heart.
She was a little curious as to what triggered this feeling.
I am also curious as to why I feel familiar with this dress.
After she said "Ah", she looked back, frowned and said, "It's nothing, I just feel something is weird, I can't put my finger on it."
"You mean the last thing you asked Teacher Wylan?"
Damai frowned, thought for a moment and then said.
"That last sentence?"
"Yes, didn't you ask Teacher Huailan that there is only one piece of clothing?"
"Um?"
"I think Teacher Huailan must have embroidered this dress herself. Think about it, Teacher Huailan likes embroidery so much. She definitely wants to wear the clothes she sewn on the day she becomes a bride. It's romantic just thinking about it...
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"But Teacher Huailan shook his head!"
"Shaking your head means denial, but also affirmation..."
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Where is the blood!!!
Don’t you see the symbol ‘’?
If it was written about Xu Hongdou and Xie Zhiyao, I wouldn’t have to type ‘’ on purpose. You blind people, are you going to fight me back? I have 410,000 words and can’t put it on the shelves. I’m so proud, hum!