Jinghua Tianjiao

Teacher Bai handed Du Juan a silk figure, and Du Juan saw that it was indeed the case.The silk figures of this era were not as elaborate as modern silk figures. Even the silk molds of the silk figures were different. Some were clay sculptures carved according to standards, while others were made of silk clothes first and then stuffed with paper balls, etc. , of course, there are also rare cases where plaster is used as a cast.

Indeed, the conditions in this era are limited, and it is already very good to be able to do this.Du Juan did not refute, but accepted what Teacher Bai said, "Teacher Bai, you are right, I agree."

Teacher Bai did not expect Du Juan to compromise so quickly. In fact, Teacher Bai knew better.She looked at everyone, paused for a long time and said, "Students, what Du did is right. This is the correct way to make a silk man. I told you before that a successful silk man will have nearly twenty processes. , but what we do, there are less than ten processes. There is no way, students, I teach you silk making. It should be said that I have taught you everything I have learned in my life. But in the current situation, I can’t do it... I can’t even watch it. I wonder how long this craftsmanship from our ancestors, which has been passed down from ancient times to the present, can be passed down."

Teacher Bai's words shocked Du Juan!It turns out that Teacher Bai has long understood that in this era, the Silk People are bound to decline due to war and unrest. This is the fate of the times.This is also included in the knowledge Du Juan has stored in her mind.This era is when silk art is in its greatest decline.

Silk art is in decline!She originally wanted to tell everyone this truth, but Teacher Bai was more thorough than she thought.The students were silent, and some were even more frightened, "Teacher, will silk art still be popular? Is it going to disappear in our generation?"

Du Juan couldn't help but say, "No. No..."

Shu Ya glanced at her and grabbed her, "Shh, what are you doing? How do you know you can't do it? Let's see what the teacher says."

This topic is indeed very heavy, and no one expected that this class would become such an atmosphere.On the contrary, Teacher Bai agreed with what Du Juan just said, "Actually...Student Du was right when he said no. Now, none of us know what this skill will become in the future. This skill must be passed on. It depends on everyone. It’s not something we can do. The inheritance of this skill is difficult, and it may not be passed on at all. Nowadays, everyone is working on their own, who would have thought of this. But then, won’t we do it? ?We should give up on the silk people?"

"Teacher, I won't give up anyway." I don't know which classmate shouted

"Neither do I, I'm going to keep doing it."

"I have to insist, at least now it means a lot that we make silk people."

The classmates all said that this was the first time Du Juan had seen this scene.She didn't expect that in this era, people are passionate about everything.

Teacher Bai cleared his throat, and the students immediately fell silent.She looked around and said, "Students, look at our classroom. We don't dare to go back to the classroom above. This place is temporary. Why? It's because our home is occupied, but silk art is culture , is the culture left by the older generation from ancient times to the present, and we cannot throw it away. I think that maybe one day, these silk people will have other missions. It symbolizes the culture of a place and represents the characteristics of a place. "

Du Juan burst into tears when she heard this. She knew clearly that what Teacher Bai said had already come true.

This class was very meaningful. During the class, Du Juan was in a daze while sewing silk clothes.All the students have finished leaving, leaving only Teacher Bai.Seeing Du Juan's dumbfounded look, Teacher Bai snatched the silk garment from Du Juan's hand and said, "Du Juan, what are you doing? You're not doing your job sewing, so you're not afraid of getting your hands pricked."

"Old... teacher..."

What happened to me? I was very clear in my dream before, but why am I so confused now?
Teacher Bai sat next to her, looked at her and said, "Actually... the silk people have different missions in each era, right?" "Ah?" Du Juan didn't know how to answer. Teacher Bai's words seemed to have profound meaning. , as if she has already understood everything about Du Juan, could it be that she knows my past?No way, it's not like that.

Teacher Bai said, "I mean... the current Silk Man is to convey the family's sustenance to the front line, but after victory, what will be the Silk Man's mission?"

Du Juan breathed a sigh of relief and thought she had fallen off her horse.It can be seen that Teacher Bai has great vision for the future. Why not tell her about it?
"Teacher Bai, maybe after victory, the fallen silk figures will be picked up again, and there will be a factory that produces silk figures in large quantities. Just like the production of foreign dolls, the silk figures will become Chinese dolls and will be used as national gifts. ...Later on, silk people will become a kind of street culture, and it will be something that everyone wants to pass on."

Teacher Bai smiled with satisfaction, "Classmate Du, what you said is such a wonderful thing. Will it really come true?"

Du Juan said firmly, "I will definitely do it!"

Teacher Bai said, "Then I'll trouble you."

The dream suddenly became hazy, and in Du Juan's mind were Teacher Bai's words "please".Du Juan tried her best to stay in this dream. Teacher Bai is not that simple. She seems to know her identity?What exactly does that sentence mean?The more Du Juan thought about it, the more scared she became, but the more she wanted to stay in this dream, the clearer the ringing of bicycle bells in the alley became in her ears.

"Teacher Bai, Teacher Bai!" Du Juan shouted Teacher Bai's name and woke up suddenly. She touched her forehead, which was as hot as a stove, and she was sweating profusely.

The sky was slightly bright, but it was still dark outside the window. The shadows of the trees in the courtyard were vaguely visible, and everything was lonely.

After waking up, Du Juan stayed in bed until dawn.Why did this dream end so suddenly?Is it the end?she does not know.This dream was different from the past, as if everything was happening in an instant, as if everything was understood, as if the future had already been known, but I was suffocated by this dream.

She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep again. She did fall asleep, but she didn't dream of anything.When I woke up this time, it was already bright.I don’t know when a magpie landed on the edge of the window and kept singing.Du Juan listened to it for a while, and it was indeed pleasant to her ears.After getting out of bed, the magpie heard the sound and flew away in a hurry.It was another hurried day, and Du Juan muttered to herself: Really, it's only an hour or two, why should I sleep? I make myself so nervous every day.

As he hurried out of the door, he saw someone from the street office coming over. Du Juan asked hurriedly, "Juan'er, is your dad at home?"

"Here you are, I'll call you..."

"No, no, no. Let me tell you, now that the notice is official, don't rush to move your dad's shop. It's winter now, and the renovation of the old city will be postponed after the new year."

Early in the morning is a good thing, no wonder the magpies are chirping.Du Juan was no longer nervous. The most important thing was to tell her father about this first.