When the old embroiderer saw that she had stopped, she stepped forward and touched the spot that Meng Chuyuan had just embroidered with her hands. She couldn't help but praise her: "Not bad, you learn quickly."
She smiled and said modestly: "You taught me well."
Meng Chuyuan had just started to use it, but he didn't expect to be able to embroider the thread so tightly.
Seeing that the old embroiderer had no problems to correct, Meng Chuyuan continued to embroider.
"Have you ever learned embroidery before?"
Meng Chuyuan shook his head and said softly: "No."
She had never been exposed to this kind of thing, but when she came here for the first time and had the opportunity to learn from her seniors, she was quite satisfied.
The old embroiderer was a little surprised when she heard this.
"You embroidered so well for the first time, I thought you had a basic foundation." Speaking of this, the old embroidery lady couldn't help but confided to her: "When I first learned embroidery, I couldn't hold the needle well and the thread was not very good." I can’t hide it, and the embroidery is messy.”
[Who is envious of me? If you don’t say wuwuwu, can you lend me Sister Meng’s hands?]
[This is the function of hands, I can only play cards with my hands, hahahahaha, my luck is really bad]
[This shows the importance of talent, and Sister Meng’s learning ability is very strong]
[I often wonder if Nuwa used me as scraps when she created humans. Wuwuwu.]
[As expected of Sister Meng, she is very handy as soon as she gets started with her eyes. Unlike me, I know my eyes well, but once I get started, I can't do it at all]
Meng Chuyuan: "You are praising it too early. I have only embroidered so little. It will probably be even messier when I finish it."
She has a special feeling for traditional handicrafts, so she just learned it a little more seriously, and after thinking about it, she felt that this was the only way to dare to put the needle in.
She has always been cautious about the things she likes.
"How long have you been staying in this embroidery workshop?"
Meng Chuyuan guessed that she should be around fifty or sixty years old. She was still in the embroidery workshop at this age, so she must have been there for a long time, right?
The old embroiderer smiled, the wrinkles at the end of her eyes gradually deepened, and said with emotion: "I learned embroidery here when I was a teenager. After staying there for most of my life, I finally became an old woman."
They like embroidery, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't use a needle for a day.
Nowadays, the times are advancing, and many things have been replaced by machines. At present, pure hand embroidery is really rare.
Meng Chuyuan was quite touched after hearing this.
Just like her grandmother, she worked hard for most of her life guarding the farmland at home and was unwilling to stop and rest.
"You young people probably don't like these things anymore, right? My daughter doesn't like these things now. She says that I come here from dawn to dusk every day just to embroider those pieces of cloth."
This kind of words is chilling to hear.
Meng Chuyuan felt helpless from the face of the old embroiderer. She narrowed her eyes and comforted: "How could it be possible? I like it very much. There must be more people out there who like our handmade embroidery."
[This paragraph makes me cry, I don’t know why]
[Sister Meng is simply my replacement for Internet chatter]
[Same as Sister Meng, we are not that young man, but we still like her very much]
[In the final analysis, she is still too young. I hope that the daughter of the old embroiderer will not say such hurtful words to her mother in the future. Traditional craftsmanship needs to be passed on. You should be proud to have a mother who can embroider.]
[This program is so meaningful, it’s another day I want to add chicken legs to Director Luo]
On the other side, Qi Yan was sitting behind Meng Chuyuan, also learning embroidery from the embroiderer.
Because she didn't even know how to hold a needle when she first started using it, she almost pricked her hand several times.
Hearing that Meng Chuyuan and the old embroidery lady were chatting so well, she was distracted unconsciously and did not notice the needle on the embroidery cloth. When her fingertips touched it, it pricked her blood.
"Hiss..." A stab of pain woke up Qi Yan, and then she immediately pulled her hand away.
Her blood dripped onto the embroidered cloth and soon became a small red dot.
[Bleeding after being pricked by a needle? Is her skin too thin? Fortunately, this needle is strong and was not broken by her]
[She, the eldest lady, can only live for three seconds in ancient times. No, three seconds is more. It is a pity to waste such a good piece of cloth]
[Sister, embroidery can distract your attention, but you are really not afraid of pain and even hissed]
[Qiuqiu is the director, can VIPs apply to skip her scene?]
[She looks like the background behind Sister Meng, my family, hahahaha]
[Look, in front of some things, talent is still very important. If you don’t have talent, just study hard. What’s the use of thinking about it]
Hearing the sound of Qi Yan taking a breath, the other guests all cast their eyes on her and looked at her curiously.
Meng Chuyuan's conversation with Xiu Niang was also interrupted. She turned her head and glanced at Qi Yan. Seeing Qi Yan put her fingers to her lips, she reminded her coldly: "Saliva cannot be disinfected."
Qi Yan: "..."
Suddenly, at this moment, the director came over with the medical staff from the program team, almost carrying the medical kit and rushing here.
The director said nervously: "Who is injured?"
Liao Jiake answered: "It's Sister Qi Yan."
Just now, the director was sitting in front of the monitor and was so tired that he took a nap. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly awakened by the sound of the radio and immediately brought someone over.
The director walked towards her and asked worriedly: "How did you get hurt?"
Qi Yan removed her hand from her mouth and said expressionlessly: "I was pricked by a needle."
"..." The director's expression changed instantly, and the tension in his eyes disappeared.
[I can feel the director’s speechlessness through the screen, hahahaha, but hurry up and treat her wounds, otherwise they will all heal]
[I'm going to die laughing, director, don't be too exaggerated when you change your face instantly]
[The director's heart was racing with ten thousand horses, and he almost called the police]
[Sister Meng is a textbook for walking, right? Many people haven’t popularized this knowledge about the saying “saliva cannot be disinfected”. Me too. When my hands are injured, I subconsciously move them towards my mouth hahaha]
[Director: The last time I was so speechless was the last time. If I had known better, I wouldn’t have dozed off]
In fact, she was just pricked by a needle, so there was no big problem. She just didn't pay attention when she pulled her hand out, and she used too much force and made a cut. There wasn't much blood.
The director rushed over with his people without understanding the situation. When they saw Qi Yan's wounds, the two of them were also very embarrassed.
After a while, the director said to the nurse next to him: "Just give her a simple disinfection and put a band-aid on her."
The director rubbed his tired eyes. It was hard to close his eyes and rest for a while after being tortured by Qi Yan all day.
After Qi Yan's wounds were treated, the director reminded all the guests before leaving: "Everyone, be careful, don't hurt your hands."
Seeing that Qi Yan's piece of embroidered cloth was stained with blood, the embroiderer could only think of a way to remedy it quickly.
For them, every stitch and thread is very precious, and so is the embroidered cloth.
The embroiderer said to another colleague: "Go find a pen and repair the dirty piece."
Soon, after taking out the paintbrush, the embroiderer looked at the area stained by Qi Yan and felt troubled.
(End of chapter)
