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Chapter 52 The Embroiderer

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    The sun in Jiangcheng seems to be hotter than the sun in Bizhou. It is still golden when it is approaching dusk. It is sprinkled in the courtyard of Gu's family. There are blue bricks and black tiles, a few flower trees, winding paths leading to secluded places, and the vegetation is leisurely. It is warmer than He's house.  

    Mo Xiaoxiao and Gu Qingshui chatted in Gu Qingshui's room, while Mo Yao went to play with the servants.

    A ray of light came from outside the window, and the twilight light covered the vermilion table next to it lavishly. On the vermilion table was a small basket made of bamboo strips, which contained various colored thread needles and shuttles.  Under the blanket of the sun, the colorful thread emits an enchanting light, and an unfinished female red is put aside.

    Mo Xiaoxiao was sitting next to her, so she randomly picked it up and put it in the sun to observe carefully.

    This is a picture of looking for plums in the snow. Gu Qingshui has already embroidered the thin plum branches and a few green grasses, and only needs to embroider the plum blossoms in full bloom.

    Mo Xiaoxiao lightly stroked the protruding pattern embroidered on the fabric, and the tree gray was embellished on the flawless white cloth, but it seemed a bit monotonous.

    When Gu Qingshui saw it, he asked casually: "Xiaoxiao, are you interested in this?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and did not answer, but Gu Qingshui talked to himself again.

    "I'm just not good at technology. I embroidered plum blossoms a few times, but they were not satisfactory, so I put it on hold. I always feel that something is missing. My mother said that my daughter's family must learn from female celebrities, but I am clumsy and not good at learning."

    Listening to Gu Qingshui's complaints, Mo Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but concentrated on observing the unfinished embroidery. Mo Xiaoxiao did some research on embroidery, and she was delighted by girls sewing.

    After a while, he said leisurely: "I think, I can try!"

    Mo Xiaoxiao finally showed a confident smile: "But I haven't practiced for a long time, I just learned something from my neighbor's tailor mother-in-law."

    Gu Qingshui was also delighted, and shouted, and took the initiative to thread the needle again: "Okay, okay, try it."

    Under the afterglow of red orange, the tiny embroidery needles with colored threads shuttled back and forth under the snow-white fabric, like colorful butterflies flying freely. Mo Xiaoxiao's scattered strands of hair interlaced with the rays of the sun, overlapping each other  Yanyan, her focused eyes and appearance are all reflected on the carved window coffin beside her, she is a shadowy, fair lady

    After a while, a picture of walking in the snow and looking for plums jumped up, lifelike and lifelike, the gorgeous red plums seemed to be about to bloom, and there were some defeated plum trees outlined with slightly darker colored lines under the plum trees.  The petals are also very vivid, as if they are about to come alive.

    A beam of light suddenly poured into Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes, shining like stars, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

    "Wow, it's so beautiful. Xiaoxiao, why are you so good? It's comparable to Jiangcheng Xiuniang's kung fu. This technique, this line, and this direction are perfect. I'm ashamed of myself. I want to worship you!"  You are the teacher, Great God!"

    Gu Qingshui picked up the finished pair of female reds, and was full of praise and admiration. Her slender white fingers stroked the raised embroidery carefully, and her eyes were filled with admiration.

    "Qing Shui, you are exaggerating too much. It's just that I learned a little bit from my mother-in-law who was a tailor. I know a little about fur. Look at the lines of this flower bone. It's not smooth at all.  It's not as perfect as you said."

    "Oh, Xiaoxiao, you are too picky. You are already very good. I don't know how many times better than me, who has studied female celebrities in name."

    Just as the two were arguing, a crisp voice came leisurely from downstairs.

    A little song came leisurely from outside the wall of the circular folding door, light and cheerful!  

    "Madam"

    Who else could it be except Gu Qingshui's mother, it seems that he won the card, he was in a good mood, and even sang a little song.

    Gu Qingshui leaned on the window sill of the attic, opened the window a crack, and peeked at the situation below.

    I saw Zhao Yin swaying, the blue satin silk handkerchief in her hand casually sweeping on both sides of her hand, the blue brocade cheongsam, which undoubtedly showed her body curves, and with her delicate face, she could not be seen as a woman at all.  A middle-aged woman in her forties.

    "ah¡­¡­"

    "What are you doing, your eyes have grown to the sky? You are so reckless, can you afford to pay for ruining your clothes? Get out of here, and I will get angry if I see it. Why are there some young, clumsy, yellow-haired girls in this house!"

    Zhao Yinzheng was hysterical with his hands on his hips, venting his anger at a pale and anxious little girl with raised eyebrows.

    It turned out that the girl accidentally bumped intoMo Xiaoxiao who was at a loss: "Qing Shui, this is?"

    Only then did Gu Qingshui come to his senses, pulled Mo Xiaoxiao's hand over, and said to everyone, "Father, mother, this is my friend, Miss Mo Xiaoxiao.  People are really sloppy, so I hired a embroiderer to help me guide me!"

    "Grandpa Gu, Mrs. Gu, Mrs. Gu"

    Mo Xiaoxiao saluted politely, bowed her eyebrows, and looked dignified and decent, which satisfied several people.

    Gu Qingfeng nodded slightly and smiled again: "Miss Mo, then I will entrust you"

    "Thank you for your trust, Master. I will definitely live up to your trust and use up what I have learned all my life to learn from each other with Miss."

    Mo Xiaoxiao also responded politely.

    Just when Mo Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Yin, who had been silent all this time, said, "Miss Mo, may I ask which building's embroiderer you are in Jiangyuan?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao froze in place for a moment, speechless.

    "Mother, Ms. Mo is not one of those embroiderers with crude techniques and the same techniques. Ms. Mo's mother is an embroiderer, with a unique style that is different from others. Mother shouldn't question too much."

    Gu Qingshui acted accordingly and came out to rescue her.

    Gu Jifang met Mo Xiaoxiao a few times and had a good impression of her, so he also came out to speak for her: "Yes, the children are friends again, so don't go through the same process as those invited embroiderers.  "

    Seeing that Gu Jifang also spoke, Zhao Yin didn't say anything.

    Gu Qingshui and Gu Yichen felt relieved

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