Jinghua Tianjiao

It wasn't until the night before the "Beijing Doll" press conference that the old lady took the initiative to call Yuyan.Yuyan picked up the phone excitedly and asked hurriedly: "Mom, where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone for so long?"

"I've been staying in a nursing home with Xiufen... I was so busy taking care of the old man that I forgot about it." The old lady said calmly, "Tomorrow is the day when your master's new book will be published. How are you preparing?"

"Everything went well, Mom. Why didn't Xiufen answer my call? Did something happen?" Yuyan knew Xiufen well. She would not refuse to answer the phone for no reason, let alone send a letter to her for no reason. No.

The old lady said: "Xiufen has been very busy these days. The old man's situation is the same as before. He is still anxious to talk to me, but he is difficult to maintain."

"You both have to pay attention to your health and don't exhaust yourself by then. I also said that Xiufen won't come to the master's site to help because of what happened these days. As long as it's okay, she can come to participate in the event tomorrow. ?"

"This...I don't know..." the old lady said, "I'll ask her later. She went to get hot water this time. She's coming back. I'll ask her to call you back."

"Okay, Mom... you should go to bed early." Yuyan hung up the phone and waited for Xiufen's call.But after waiting for most of the night, Xiufen still couldn't call.Maybe she was really busy, so Yu Yan went to bed without thinking too much.

The exhibition hall on the next day was completely new. There were dozens of display racks around the site, and all kinds of silk figures were placed on them.The silk figure looked even brighter when illuminated by beams of lights.In the center is a huge display board with a huge cover of "Beijing Dolls" on it.

I have to say that there were quite a few guests here today. Mr. Zhao had been worried that no one would show up, but he didn't expect the popularity of the scene.The old man personally received the guests, and Yu Yan was there to help.She looked around, but Xiufen was nowhere to be seen for a long time.

The master also asked: "I haven't seen Xiufen in the past few days, and I don't know where she went. You haven't contacted her?"

"I contacted her," Yuyan replied, "but I couldn't contact her in person. She said she was busy with something at the nursing home."

"Maybe her father really needs to be taken care of. Let's go take a look after everything is over." The old man said

There were four guests and friends in the audience, and Mr. Zhao was very excited to see it backstage.Today, all members of Jinghuafang are out, all neatly dressed and sitting in the audience.Wen's father and his old comrades also came to support him. Wen's father even said with emotion, "I didn't expect that I could participate in such a meaningful event. I don't know anything about silk people. If it weren't for my daughter, I wouldn't be able to get in touch with them." This circle.”

Everyone present praised the significance of this event. After the press conference started, the old man Zhao Xi lived up to expectations and told the ups and downs of Beijing Silk People in the past 20 years, "...the development of Beijing Silk People has already Thousands of years of history. What I want to tell you today is the era I experienced. That was the change in the fate of the Silk People from 1954 to 1972. In that era, the Silk People were supported by the front line. The history of the humanoid factory. At that time, there were many excellent silk art masters, such as Mr. Ge, whom we are familiar with. He was the first generation of silk art masters and the first batch of workers in the humanoid factory."

Listening to what the old man said, Wen's father couldn't help but ask his daughter: "At that time, were they all called workers? Not craftsmen or something?" "Yes, Dad. In those days, everyone was called workers, and there was no such thing as craftsman. Including the humanoid factories at that time, they were also operated in the manner of large factories. There are fewer such factories now, and more workers are left who have inherited the craftsmanship. However, this craftsmanship is declining in this era, and it can persist. The only ones are craftsmen or craftsmen.”

"Well, that's right. Xinxin, it seems that you have really learned a lot in Jinghuafang these days."

"Putting what I've learned into practice is where I am now." Wen Xin said modestly

Just listen to Mr. Zhao on the stage continue to preach: "The book "Beijing Doll" is all about skills, which may not be understandable to the public. This is my experience for most of my life. For those who are engaged in this industry, For the younger generation, it may be of some help. Of course, I have to mention here that my apprentice’s current silk studio is Jinghuafang. For such a long time, they have become the younger generation of craftsmen. I am very Supporting the younger group of intangible cultural heritage, in this era, it is really rare to be able to calm down and stick to something."

The old man praised Jinghuafang by name, and when he looked at everyone in the audience, they all lowered their heads in embarrassment.Yu Yan and Du Juan were on the side and whispered to everyone: "Raise your head, there is nothing to be ashamed of."

But Yuyan's voice was so loud that even the old man on the stage heard it.The old man joked, "It seems that the children are still very humble. What intangible cultural heritage requires is this kind of humble spirit. This kind of humility can make us calm down before we create silk figures. I was in this state as well." , that’s how we got here. Come on! Young people, I believe in you.”

"Beijing Dolls" is the epilogue to Master Zhao Xi's silk-making career.At the last moment of his speech, he said: "This book is an end for me. You may wonder if people spend their whole lives insisting on doing one thing, and when they publish a book at the end, it is the end." ? In fact, it’s not like that. A book represents the end of my life, leaving something for future generations, so that they can draw nourishment from these things, innovate on them, and form their own things. This is the end of my life. meaning."

Mr. Zhao Xi’s words really moved everyone.With tears in her eyes, Yu Yan understood better what the master had been pursuing for so many years.He anxiously published this book, but the meaning is ultimately to pass on the legacy.

Du Juan nodded profoundly, benefiting a lot from the old man's words.She looked at everyone present and slowly realized that apart from her grandma and Aunt Xiufen, not even Liu Tian was there.After the event was over, Du Juan hurriedly talked to her mother about the situation.

"Xiaotian isn't here either? It shouldn't be." Yuyan became worried, "I was so busy at the beginning that I didn't even care about it. Did something really happen to this family? Juan'er, why didn't you tell Xiaotian Make a phone call every day?”

Du Juan showed her cell phone and said, "Call, Mom. You see, I have called several times, but they don't answer."

Yu Yan realized something was wrong and quickly took out her cell phone.Du Juan was about to continue dialing Liu Tian, ​​but Liu Tian's call came in unexpectedly.