When Zheng Haizhu heard Yan Siqi mention the past, he immediately paid more attention, fearing that he would not be able to catch the details and get involved.
Fortunately, when she was in Fujian, she was curious about historical celebrities and actually visited the small tailor shop that Yan Siqi once ran.
She was a little scared and said to Yan Siqi: "I can't remember the scenes you mentioned. But I went to see your shop before I left my hometown with Shoukuan. The owner rented it to a family. Silk dyeing workshop.”
Yan Siqi sighed in bewilderment, walked to the window, stretched out his hand and pulled the inconspicuous hemp rope beside the window lattice.
There was a "crash" sound, and the bamboo curtain not far away from Zheng Haizhu rolled up, revealing a larger room.
There are windows on three walls of the house. Outside the windows, there is a wide view of the mountains and sea, and the inside of the house is also very bright.
On the clean and smooth bluestone floor, high and low Π-shaped or T-shaped wooden ginger clothes hangers are scattered at random. On each shelf are hanging styles of women's clothes, from half-armor skirts, underskirts, short shirts, to blouses. trousers, cloaks, horse-faced skirts, and large-sleeved shirts.
Although the fabrics of these clothes vary in color, pattern, and weave, they are mostly made of high-quality materials such as brocade, satin, silk, and yarn.
Embroidery and ribbon-cutting, victory but countless time.
The steaming clouds and rosy clouds are very pleasing to the eye.
Zheng Haizhu seemed to have entered a museum exhibition hall of later generations, stunned by this visual feast.
Yan Siqi waited quietly for a moment, as if to give his beloved woman enough time to adapt, and then explained to her with a faint smile: "Three years ago, my brothers and I occupied this Daishan Island as a port for Hirado to Haojing and Nanyang sea trade. This is where the fleet takes shelter and supplies. I built this house for myself and specially reserved this room. The layout is similar to the tailor shop in my hometown in Longxi, only bigger."
As he spoke, he walked over, took off a goose-yellow skirt, and continued: "The first piece of clothing I made in this house was made of Fujian soil. I remember that you were still in Jiji. When I get older, I often wear light-colored Tsumugi clothes like this."
"This half-arm is made of silk. The silk contains hemp, so it has some bones and muscles like a sword. I thought that when you are sixteen or seventeen years old, you should be able to hold up the half-arm."
"Miss Azhu, look at this again. Does it feel like a cat's fur? Is it warm and fluffy? Back then, before Chengzu ascended the throne, he wore a plain red velvet robe, which came from Persia. The treasures of the Ming Dynasty. The craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty used the cashmere from Lintao Prefecture, added silk, and improved it into velvet material, which is warm and soft. I used it to make a cloak. The Japanese country is much colder than Fujian, so I must not just wear a Jinluo blouse. "
"Ah, by the way, there is another one, but I don't think Miss Azhu recognizes this style." Yan Siqi pointed to a piece of clothing on the shelf in the corner.
Zheng Haizhu looked over and thought, "Why don't you recognize it? This is a Japanese kimono."
Of course, while secretly talking to herself, she prepared an expression of "I would like to ask for more details" and said curiously: "I have never seen it before. This dress has funnel-like sleeves and a very wide belt, which is similar to that of my Ming Dynasty woman. Skirts, very different.”
Yan Siqi nodded: "This is the clothes worn by the female relatives of Japanese officials. They call it visiting clothes. On the upper part, across the shoulder sleeves and placket, there is a complete and continuous pattern. The Japanese people call it painted feathers."
"Oh, it's very beautiful." Zheng Haizhu admired sincerely, while stepping forward to carefully admire the "painted feathers" of mountains and rivers and blue luan patterns on the kimono.
Japan sent a large number of envoys to the Tang Dynasty to learn about various artifacts and civilizations of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and was particularly fascinated by the high-end silk fabrics they called "Tang Brocade". For hundreds of years after the fall of the Tang Dynasty in China, everyone in Japan, from the emperor to the nobles, still regarded Chinese fabrics as the most luxurious treasures.
Until the founding of the Ming Dynasty, a maritime ban was implemented, no pieces of wood were allowed to enter the sea, maritime trade was interrupted, and China's beautiful silk threads gradually faded out of the Japanese market. After Toyotomi Hideyoshi ended Japan's Warring States Period, private silk weaving workshops were developed. Japan finally had an independent silk weaving economy that no longer relied on China, and would soon be able to export large quantities to Spain, Portugal, and the Netherlands.
Zheng Haizhu Mosuo couldn't help but feel emotional about the kimono in his hands. The beauty of art not only has commonalities regardless of national boundaries, but also has individuality that highlights the characteristics of one's own people. For example, the "painted feather" part on this "visit outfit" is also an embroidery with meticulous lines, which is similar to the aesthetics of Chinese painting. The difference in purpose and interest is obvious, much like Japanese Ukiyo-e.
Yan Siqi stood diagonally behind Zheng Haizhu, looking at her profile intently.
She is much taller than that little girl back then, she is slim and tall, and she looks like a graceful woman.
But the focused look on his face when he was exploring the fabric and the sparkling light in his almond-shaped eyes still gave Yan Siqi a vague and beautiful feeling of reliving an old dream.
"Miss Azhu, no matter how beautiful this dress is, it is of Japanese style and is not suitable for you to wear. Of all the clothes I have made in the past three years, the one I am most satisfied with is the green bamboo jacket and woven gold horse face you are wearing. Skirt, if you put it on today, it looks really good."
Zheng Haizhu turned his head and looked at Yan Siqi: "Brother Yan, are all the clothes in this room made by you?"
Yan Siqi met her dark eyes and took a few steps back at an imperceptible pace.
He was afraid that he would be too close to her and unable to control himself.
He is a dignified man who promises a lot of money. Since he promised to treat each other with courtesy, how could he go back on his word and be rude to a beautiful woman?
Yan Siqi then put his hands behind his back and said as calmly as possible: "Yes, every time I go back to Daishan to rest or discuss some business, I will take time to cut materials and make clothes in this room, even if I sew quietly. I will also feel very happy when weaving gold borders. When I made these clothes, I estimated your stature, Miss Azhu, when you grow up. I always thought that one day, I would order someone to take it to Longxi and hand it over to you. "
Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but felt that in this situation, sound was better than silence.
I don’t know if Miss Azhu originally had a girlish affection for Yan Siqi back then, but even if I look at it as a practical outsider, the man in front of me is really a lover who silently loves him.
Yan Siqi seemed to quickly read from Zheng Haizhu's eyes a touch that had nothing to do with emotion, as well as a feeling of fear and confusion. He then turned back to the big willow table and fiddled with the wooden ruler and the threads of the accessories for a while, softly He said: "Miss Azhu, don't worry too much about what I just said. I don't mean to have mercy on me, but I'm just telling you the origin of all the gorgeous clothes in the hall."
He shook off the piece of red and blue velvet, looked at the graceful and charming velvet loops against the light of the window, and his tone became pleasant and relaxed: "I struggled in Hirado, and I only managed to make a name for myself after almost dying. But, The days of licking blood from the knife edge are still long. It feels better to be able to retreat into this room occasionally and be the little tailor I was before."
Zheng Haizhu walked over and stood beside him, watching the westward sunlight dyeing the original coral-colored loops more vividly, and suddenly said with interest: "Brother Yan, Yue Lan said that there is Xu Futing in Daishan, I want to go have a look."
Yan Siqi raised his sword eyebrows and said with a smile: "I'll take you there right now, and we'll be there in just a stick of incense."
