Song Jinyin's originally rounder face had lost a lot of weight due to the morning sickness.
Fortunately, the spring shirt was already being made, and her careful work distracted her a lot of attention, so she felt a little better.
But upon closer inspection, the little girl's face was still quite pale, showing a slight frailty.
"Song Ci, why can't I embroider with your artistic conception when I learn your stitching techniques?"
"How can it be so fast?"
Lianxiang Qiantou turned around and curled her lips.
She finally understood that Song Ci was a heartless girl.
When others asked her anything, she would answer whatever she asked. Even when it came to her acupuncture skills, she had no intention of hiding anything and would spread her hands out for others to see.
It's just that apart from talent, this thing requires practice day and night. Others really can't learn from her for a while.
"Don't even think about how long it took you to learn just those simple stitches when you entered the embroidery workshop."
"It's true that I was a little anxious."
The girl who came over lowered her head and smiled, then took out a few pieces of wrapped transparent rice cakes from her basket and handed them over.
The small piece is light red, and the filling inside can be vaguely seen, like a delicate spring flower.
It's just that this pastry is more expensive than others, so I just look at it and never buy it.
But today, she gritted her teeth and prepared a few pieces and brought them to Song Ci.
"This is the through-flower glutinous rice cake that I bought specially. I don't know if it tastes good, but there are many people buying it. Try it Song Ci."
"For me?"
Song Jinyin was a little surprised when she heard the word "special".
Thinking about it carefully, she didn't have a very close relationship with the girl in front of her. She only occasionally showed her the acupuncture skills and told her a few things that were wrong.
It was a surprise to receive this extraordinary pastry at this moment.
"Well...it's just a few pastries, don't dislike them."
The speaker lowered his head half-way, and his voice was a little low, as if he was embarrassed, but his tone was filled with sincerity.
She didn't expect that Song Ci would teach her so carefully at first. She just wanted to take the opportunity to learn more. Even if it was just to learn something secretly, it was better than trying to figure it out on her own.
But not only did Song Ci not hide anything, he was also extremely patient and kind when teaching her.
Speaking of her favorite embroidery, the gentleness and confidence between her eyebrows convey a light that can infect others.
And she also felt guilty because of Song Ci's seriousness.
This kind of calmness was something she had never noticed before. It was very novel and made her start to pay more attention to herself and the people around her.
"Song Ci, you eat first, and I'll go practice some more."
Song Jinyin originally wanted to refuse, but she swallowed it when she saw the hope in the visitor's eyes. She thought that if she didn't accept it, it would make people uneasy and breed speculation.
She nodded in agreement with a smile, took the wrapped pastry, opened it, and put a piece in her mouth.
The soft and glutinous rice spreads in the mouth, coupled with the delicate and sweet filling, leaving a lingering fragrance between the lips and teeth.
"You can change your stitching skills with a piece of pastry, and you are not afraid of being robbed of your job one day. You are truly the most generous embroiderer I have ever seen."
Lianxiang in front shook her head. It was the first time she saw such a person and she didn't know what to say.
"Embroidery is not something that can be accomplished overnight. If you can be robbed of your job just by looking at it, then why do you need so many young embroiderers to teach you?"
Now that she knew that Lian Xiang was just talking, Song Jinyin paid less and less attention to her words, and instead reached out and handed a piece over.
"Let's try it together?"
"Yes, yes, it's worth it if you think it's worth it."
Lian Xiang glanced at the flower-filled rice cake before turning back. Seeing that Song Ci was eating it deliciously, she couldn't help but swallow in her throat and took the piece she was handed.
When stuffing it into her mouth, Lianxiang couldn't help but murmur in her heart.
Song Ci looked at him, he was obviously a soft-hearted master, but somehow he hadn't been coaxed back by that noble man.
Just as she was thinking about it, Xiuxiu walked up to Song Jinyin with a smile, holding a pair of embroidery pictures, and squeezed away the people next to her.
"Song Ci, why don't you take a look at the plum blossom painting I newly embroidered and see if the stitching is enough?"
As soon as the visitor finished speaking, Lianxiang snorted lightly, with undisguised disgust on his face.
Xiuxiu's eyes flashed, her expression stiffened for a moment, and then she smiled at Song Ci in front of her again.
"I was confused before, so don't take it to heart. From now on, we will work hard, all for the sake of the embroidery workshop, but we must not have an overnight grudge."
"What Sister Xiuxiu said is true, but I hope that sister will remember what she said in the future."
It's not that Song Jinyin can't do it.
But facing Xiuxiu, although the smile on her lips was not reduced by half, her tone was not very good. It was immediately obvious that there was some sarcasm in her words.
The person who came here ignored her and just nodded along with her words.
"That's right. I don't know how I could have been blinded by those trivial matters earlier, and I almost misunderstood you. It's just that you have a lot of money. If you are willing not to be angry with me anymore, just take a look at this picture for me. I always I feel that the fallen plum blossoms above are lacking some spiritual energy."
Song Jinyin felt that the person in front of her was quite thick-skinned.
It's just that the person who came here didn't intend to quarrel with each other, and she naturally didn't want to be the one who took the initiative to cause trouble.
At least on the surface, I don’t want to be seen.
"Sister Xiuxiu's stitching method in this picture is different from mine. I can't tell. I must ask some embroidery masters for advice."
Song Jinyin glanced at it, then shook her head, her voice cold.
But even so, Xiuxiu still stayed by her side and chatted with her from time to time.
Song Jinyin had some thoughts in her heart.
No matter how Xiuxiu tried to please her, she didn't believe that this person would suddenly change for the better. Thinking more deeply, it might be related to the man that day.
But just as the boredom in Song Jinyin's heart emerged, a passing girl came outside the house and poked her head in to take a look.
"Xiuxiu, someone is looking for you outside, saying it's your mother."
After hearing this, Xiuxiu's smiling face fell down, and impatience suddenly appeared in her eyes.
Song Jinyin finally got clean, but before she could feel comfortable for a long time, she ran out of the house again due to morning sickness.
When she came back, she heard a low-pitched scolding coming from behind the tree in the courtyard.
"I told you not to come to the embroidery workshop to find me, just because of this white bread, why are you here again?"
"White noodles are expensive these days. If I don't bring you two while they're still hot, your father and your brother will eat them all later."
"How much do buns cost outside?"
Xiuxiu's tone became increasingly impatient.
When Song Jinyin looked over, she happened to see her reaching out and pushing the woman. She knocked the bun off and rolled to the ground.
The woman hurriedly squatted down, picked up the things, and patted the dust on them.
After seeing those hands full of hideous scars, Song Jinyin's steps to leave suddenly stopped.
She could ignore Xiuxiu, but maybe this woman didn't really want to be seen.
"You girl! These buns are made of white flour..."
"It's not like my family can't afford it! If you come here and people know that you are my mother, how can I raise my head in the embroidery workshop in the future? It's hard for me to let people know about my relationship with my aunt. You come here Now, are others laughing at my aunt or at me?"
"I......"
The woman patted Baozi's hand, then raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, "I taught you how to make a beautiful girl, and even your aunt's skills..."
"so what?"
Xiuxiu felt annoyed and pushed her again, "It's the past. Take the things back quickly! I won't eat them. Don't run to the embroidery workshop during the day again. If someone sees you, don't say anything." It’s my mother!”
"Xiuxiu, but, but I am your mother...Why on earth did you become what you are now? I sent you to learn the trade safely with your aunt, and I wanted you to rely on your own ability... ....”
"Do you still want me to live a good life? And with your hands, how can you still see the shadow of the embroiderer? From now on, just show it in front of my aunt. You should keep it away outside!"
The woman groaned for a long time, then put the bun away again, then tugged on the cuffs, and moved her hands inside to cover the scars on it.
Before leaving, she took another look at Xiuxiu in front of her, as if she had a lot to say, but in the end she couldn't say a word.
Xiuxiu didn't wait for her to leave and turned around.
Song Jinyin looked at the staggering woman, and suddenly felt sourness in her heart.
Xiuxiu's mother is actually not that old, but she already has gray hair on her temples.
Her slow steps and her weather-beaten hands all spoke of the difficulty this woman faced.
Even just now, Song Jinyin saw the nostalgia and envy in her eyes when she talked about female celebrities.
She thought that Xiuxiu's mother must have been like them, sitting in the embroidery building and embroidering her dreams with each stitch.
But now she has placed all her expectations on Xiuxiu. She does not ask for her wealth, but only hopes that she will be stable and have some protection.
But Xiuxiu didn't seem to take her mother to heart.
Song Jinyin suddenly thought of Mrs. Liu, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She didn't know who it was for, and felt a little sad in her heart.
