Youthful Splendid Edge

Chapter 1 Cold Street, Warm Heart
"She, with a thin needle and thousands of silk threads, draws colorful scrolls. Her representative works have become one of the symbols of the entire industry. Embroidery has a history of more than 3000 years in China. It originated from Suzhou embroidery in SZ, with patterns. It is beautiful, ingenious in conception, fine in embroidery, lively in stitches, and elegant in color. It is also known as the "Four Famous Embroideries" in China..."

Ye Fanghua was sitting on the sofa, watching the "Suzhou Embroidery Master Ye Fanghua's Column Program" being broadcast on CCTV, tears were already in her eyes, and her heart was surging.

The rise of Suzhou embroidery, which represents the craftsmanship of the motherland, is just like the soaring of the dragon of the motherland in the 21st century, and everything is developing in a good direction.

The prosperity of the country, the rejuvenation of the nation, and the happiness of the people, all of these are inseparable from the party's care for the people and the development of the social economy.

March 2013 was not only the day when CCTV broadcasted "Suzhou Embroidery Master Ye Fanghua's Column Program", but also the day when Ye Fanghua's studio opened, so Ye Fanghua's excitement can be imagined.

Just as Ye Fanghua's emotions gradually eased from the excitement, the reporter sitting by the side began to ask questions.

"Ms. Ye, you developed so well abroad at the beginning, why did you choose to return to China in the end?"

Facing the reporter's question, Ye Fanghua couldn't help but sighed a long time, glanced at the guests in the studio, her brain began to run rapidly, and memories from the depths of her memory gushed out like spring water.

"I was away from the motherland for several years. In those days, I really can't tell how much I miss the motherland..."

After all, he is getting older, and his speech is not as sharp as it used to be. Ye Fanghua has to pause every time he finishes a sentence, but everyone present, whether they are state leaders, clerks or reporters, are watching quietly. I personally maintain respect and admiration for Ye Fanghua, without the slightest bit of dissatisfaction.

Ye Fanghua paused, and continued the topic with a smile on her face: "This memory is both pain and happiness. Pain is the comrades who are far away from the motherland and the mountains and rivers of the motherland; happiness is having such a great motherland for me to miss... ..."

"Even if the world gives me treasures and honors, I will not leave my country. Because even if my country is in disgrace, I still love to love and bless my country."

Clap clack——When Ye Fanghua finished speaking from the bottom of his heart, the guests below gave warm and unanimous applause, and even the reporter who interviewed Ye Fanghua brought emotions into it and couldn't help applauding.

"Ms. Ye, you are from SZ Mudu, can you briefly talk about your childhood?"

Another question from the reporter made Ye Fanghua's expression obviously serious, and his eyes revealed infinite sentimentality and sadness.

"I have a father, his name is Ye Er, without him, I would not be where I am today; I have a mother, her name is the motherland, and without the motherland, there would be no Ye Fanghua today..."

The box of memories has been opened, and scenes of the past flowed through Ye Fanghua's mind, pictures containing the sourness, sweetness, bitterness and spicyness of life gradually moistened Ye Fanghua's eyes.

In March 1931, although the early spring had just arrived, the state of the motherland was not optimistic. The Kuomintang army of more than 3 people began to adopt the policy of "pursuing and blocking" and carried out the second large-scale encirclement and suppression of the revolutionary base areas in Hubei, Henan and Anhui. The Japanese army also started a full-scale war of aggression against China just around the corner.

Although the current situation is turbulent, it has not affected a remote city or small town, so some places are relatively peaceful, such as the ancient town of JSSZ Mudu.

The drizzle is continuous, and the silent night is extraordinarily deserted, especially in this remote and sparsely populated ancient town, it gives people a more gloomy feeling at night.

However, on this deserted street, I saw a woman in her 40s with disheveled hair and dull eyes, holding a sleeping baby in her arms and looking around, looking a bit like a thief.

The woman walked to the rubbish dump of the excuse, observed for a long time, and after making sure that there was no one around, she carefully placed the baby in her arms on the ground, sobbing with snot and tears: "My child, don't you Blame mom, it’s not that mom is cruel, who made you a girl, now there are 7 girls in the family, I really can’t afford you, woo woo woo.”

The woman stood up and wiped away her tears, gritted her teeth, turned around and left without looking back. The sleeping baby was breathing evenly, not knowing what kind of fate she was about to face.

God seems to have made up his mind to make up the drizzle. Although it is not heavy, it has never stopped. Even if the baby's quilt is thick, it cannot withstand the rain. In this case, the little baby was awakened quickly.

“Wow wow wow”

The little baby let out a childish cry, but it was getting late, and the residents around the town closed their doors early to rest, and no one heard the baby's cry.

At this time, there was a burst of familiar suona music in the distance, the main idea of ​​the music was: "Put away the broken things, scrap iron, paper shells and bottles"

A man about 30 years old, dressed in tatters, played a suona in his hand, and rode a dilapidated tricycle full of recyclable junk.

The person who came was Ye Er. He was a simple, stable and honest man. His family members died in the fire of the Japanese army in his early years, so Ye Er went to join the army in a rage, and followed the Nationalist government to fight against the invaders.

Later, Ye Er was injured on the battlefield and lost his voice. Originally, he had some military workers. After being demobilized, he could have done some civilian work, but the relationship between the Nationalist Government and the Communist Party was very tense at that time. Ye Er was really dissatisfied with the hypocrites of the Nationalist Government. He returned to his hometown in the ancient town of Mudu, SZ with some subsidies, and lived a life of collecting rags ever since.

“Wow wow wow”

After collecting the rags for a day, Ye Er was already very tired, thinking about going home to take a shower and sleep, but the crying of the baby not far away quickly caught Ye Er's attention.

Huh?Why is there a baby crying?This is how the same thing?No, I have to check it out.

Hearing the cry of a baby coming from a baby basket beside the rubbish dump, Ye Er was also dumbfounded. After being dazed for a moment, he hurriedly rode a broken tricycle to the side of the baby, got out of the car, and put the suona into his waist , bent down and looked over.

(End of this chapter)