A slim figure walked into the cubicle.
'Oh my god, it almost scared me to death. I walked so lightly and didn't even make a sound. An Ling stroked her heart, still feeling deeply frightened. When his breathing calmed down, he took out the small camera in his bag and adjusted it.
After a while, Hua Qingyan brought a cup of green tea and placed it in front of An Ling.
"Sister An, drink tea."
"Thanks."
An Ling took a sip, put a few pieces of ice in the cup, and drank it to relieve the heat. She asked casually: "Qingyan, are you the only one in the store?"
"How come? I can't do this alone."
Hua Qingyan was wearing a sky blue short-sleeved dress today, which made her look even more gentle and pretty. She whispered softly: "One of them is asking for leave, and the other one happened to be out on business, so I'm the only one in the store now."
"That's it."
An Ling nodded lightly and was about to speak when she heard Hua Qingyan say:
"Yiru called me last night and told me that the footage was damaged by a virus and needed to be retaken."
"Yeah, that's right."
It's okay not to mention it. Once the matter was mentioned, An Ling couldn't hide her anger: "This kid has been like this since he was in college. He always makes mistakes from time to time, and every time he gets past it with a playful smile..."
Just as she was complaining, she suddenly noticed Hua Qingyan looking at her with a smile, and immediately shut up. At this moment, An Ling suddenly realized that the person in front of her was Chen Yiru's girlfriend, so it would be a bit uncomfortable for her to say so.
Seeing An Ling's embarrassed look, Hua Qingyan covered her pink lips with her hands and laughed twice: "Sister An, Yiru's temperament is sometimes sloppy. I'll make you a hairpin to apologize. You have a lot, please calm down."
"Don't spoil him."
Hua Qingyan's words gave people a feeling of spring breeze, and An Ling relaxed a lot and reminded: "Later, tell Chen Yiru to be more careful when working. There is a promotion quota in the group this year."
"okay, I get it!"
Hua Qingyan smiled slightly and took out a pen and paper: "Sister An, do you have a favorite hairpin style?"
This question really stumped An Ling.
To be honest, if it weren't for Hua Qingyan, she wouldn't have had access to this kind of thing. Before coming here, she was only focused on work, so how could she have the time to think about hairpins.
"Sister An, please take a look around the store."
Hua Qingyan was a thoughtful person and spoke immediately.
"What you said..."
An Ling looked at the red jade hairpin just now, her eyes lit up, and she pointed:
"Can you make it according to the style of this hairpin?"
"sure."
Hua Qingyan said while painting:
"Sister An, what do you think about changing the hairpin to a curling wave shape and carving a koi on it?"
As the pencil strokes, the pattern of the koi hairpin leaps onto the paper.
An Ling blinked and nodded happily: "Okay, it looks very good."
"As long as you like it."
Hua Qingyan smiled slightly: "It will take two to three days to make the hairpin. I will ask Yiru to bring it to you then."
An Ling said: "Sorry to trouble you, Qingyan."
"No trouble."
Hua Qingyan's beautiful eyes turned and she suddenly said: "Sister An, how about I make a wooden hairpin for you to wear first."
"ah?!"
How could An Ling be embarrassed? She was ready to refuse. Nachengxiang Hua Qingyan couldn't help but hold her hand, "I have to take more pictures anyway. This little time is enough for me to make one."
"This..." An Ling's words stuck in her throat after she refused, and finally she had to say: "Qingyan, see if I can film the process of you making hairpins. After all, it's in the form of a documentary, so it's more natural."
"sure."
So, the two of them entered the work room.
When I looked up, I saw that large and small pieces of wood were neatly placed together, and there were all kinds of tools such as wood files, whittling knives, jigsaws, and sandpaper.
"Speaking of which, this is Sister An's first time in the store."
Hua Qingyan took out a piece of black wood from the drawer, chose a carving knife and started carving.
"Yes."
An Ling lowered her eyebrows and looked at Hua Qingyan working hard. The word "beautiful" came to her mind. When she turned on the camera, she said with a smile: "The first time we met was in a restaurant. Chen Yiru brought you over to have dinner with her."
"yes."
Hua Qingyan lowered her eyes slightly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.
"I didn't expect this kid to be interested in the subject." An Ling couldn't help laughing.
This time they were filming documentaries about various professions, so they rarely brought the whole group together. They basically worked in pairs to improve efficiency and complete the task as quickly as possible.
Immediately, she said: "The filming has started, just answer the same as last time."
The camera focuses on the workbench.
I saw the dexterous jade hands waving quickly and accurately, sawdust flying down, and soon I saw the prototype of the hairpin.
"Please introduce yourself."
"My name is Hua Qingyan."
Hua Qingyan raised her face with a smile as bright as a flower: "We run a handicraft shop, but the difference from other shops is that we only make ancient hairpins, clothes and other items."
An Ling asked: "Why did you choose this industry?"
"In addition to liking it, there is also some family factors. My ancestors were all in the clothing business, and I have been exposed to it since I was a child." Hua Qingyan continued to immerse herself in her homework and said without raising her head: "When I grow up, I have this feeling in my heart. We have a goal to let more people realize the elegance and beauty of ancient costumes.”
"It is undeniable that modern technological progress has replaced many things, but Daqin culture has a long history. I think this is not the reason for the disappearance of a craft or an inheritance. It has a soul and is passed down from generation to generation."
With that said, Hua Qingyan looked at the camera and picked up the hairpin in her hand.
A lotus flower is clearly visible at the head of the hairpin.
"In ancient times, a woman's hairpin was a sign of adulthood, and it also gave the hairpin extraordinary significance."
In the camera, the woman's smile and the lotus complement each other, making her look particularly noble and elegant.
“In terms of materials, there are bone, bamboo, wood, jade, copper, gold, etc. The styles of hairpins from ancient times to the present are very rich, and most of the changes are concentrated on the head of the hairpin, including flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals. Bag."
"It is inheritance and a cultural soul."
Time passes little by little.
An Ling would ask some questions from time to time. Fortunately, Hua Qingyan had already had experience and the shooting speed was even much faster than before.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
"Okay, you're done."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
An Ling put the camera back into her bag.
"Sister An, what do you think?"
Hua Qingyan spread her palms.
After being polished, the hairpin was completely walnut in color, and the blooming lotus at the head of the hairpin added to its class and elegance.
"It's beautiful, Qingyan, you are so awesome!"
An Ling couldn't help but praise: "Your hands are so skillful."
"Hehe." Hua Qingyan picked up the white cloth and wiped it twice, then smiled and said, "I'll bring it to you."
This time, An Ling did not act pretentious, but responded readily:
"Then I'll trouble you."
Hua Qingyan walked behind An Ling, gently held the ponytail, and untied the leather rope.
"Qingyan, this hairpin you made actually has fragrance."
An Ling said suddenly.
Just when Hua Qingyan reached over her shoulder to take back the hairpin on the table, she suddenly smelled a light fragrance.
"The shop's unique wood."
Hua Qingyan raised her lips slightly and handed An Ling a mirror: "Sister An, you are so beautiful."
In the mirror, her pretty face and her hair were tied up, adding a bit of charm.
(End of chapter)
