Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 12
Dinner was still pickles and white rice, Ye Zijin left a marinated egg left over from yesterday to Zizheng who hadn't come home yet.

After eating, Ye Zijin sat by the bed and embroidered a handkerchief.She usually likes to embroider some flowers when she is free, and today she chose the pattern of peony.

After embroidering for a while, Ye Zi felt a little pain in her neck, so she raised her head, twisted it, and beat it with her hands again.

Suddenly remembered that when she was a concubine in the Dutong Mansion, Aunt Zhou would often sit in front of the door and embroider, watching her and a pair of twin brothers fluttering butterflies in the yard while embroidering.A silver needle and a piece of silk, in the hands of Aunt Zhou, can always turn the ordinary into magic, from birds and beasts to plants and flowers, from the tiger ear hats of her two younger brothers to her embroidered shoes, she can embroider everything.

Every time she was tired from playing, she would go to Aunt Zhou to see what she embroidered. Sometimes there was a prototype of a rhododendron flower on the snow-white silk, and sometimes it was the small head of a bird, which was lifelike. Aunt Zhou once embroidered Tell her that the bird she embroiders is called Kunpeng, and that Aunt Zhou first taught her to recite "A Happy Journey".

At this time, she would always lightly beat Aunt Zhou's shoulder with her small hands, speaking softly and acting like a baby.On weekdays, in the eyes of people in the Dutong Mansion, she is a wild girl with a weird and stubborn personality.Only Aunt Zhou would smile and say to her: "Our Xiulong is the most obedient and smartest."

Yehenara Xiulong... She almost forgot the name of this childhood, bearing the halo of the emperor's relatives, but her life at that time was not as good as the maids in the Tongfu... If it hadn't been for Aunt Zhou's hard work... I'm afraid she was tortured to death by Da Fujin long ago.

Just as Ye Zijin was thinking, Zizheng came back, holding a yellowed paper bag in his hand.

"Sister, eat oranges. Xinyu said that oranges are the freshest in this season." Zizheng said as he took out an orange from the bag and peeled it.

A small orange, round and plump, seems to have tasted the juicy sweet and sour before peeling off the skin.

Zizheng stuffed a petal into her mouth and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Ye Zijin's mouth was cool, although it was more sour than sweet, but his heart was extremely sweet.She nodded with a smile and said, "Delicious!"

The scene of the second young master of the Zhao family leaning over to pick up oranges suddenly flashed in her mind, presumably the second wife must have been sweet in her heart when she ate the oranges.

If someone you love buys it for you, even a bowl of sour plum soup might taste sweeter than honey water.

After half a month, Mrs. Zhao's cheongsam was ready.

The shop was short of staff that day, Master Shen wanted to wait for Xiao Wu to come back before asking him to go to Zhao's house to deliver the cheongsam, Ye Zijin happened to be busy with the work at hand, so he volunteered to go to Zhao's house, Master Shen also agreed.

Carefully holding the wrapped cheongsam, Ye Zijin's heart also softened, such a fine brocade, she didn't have a share in the Dutong Mansion back then, and now she can only make clothes for others.Ye Zijin sighed a little, twitched the corners of her lips, walked briskly again, went out and hailed a rickshaw.

The servant who came out to greet her this time was the servant who came with the housekeeper last time, and the rest of the Zhao family called him A Yuan.

A Yuan took Ye Zijin to the door of Zhao's mansion, but didn't go in.Ye Zijin saw Mama Yu after entering the house, so she respectfully handed over the cheongsam to her.

Mama Yu glanced at the cheongsam and said, "The eldest lady is not at home today, I will try on the cheongsam when she comes back, and if it doesn't fit, I will call your master to change it, you should go back first." After speaking, she turned her head and left.

The old lady next to the eldest wife is really a snobbish character, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and seeing people order dishes, this time without the master, her attitude towards her has changed 180 degrees.Ye Zijin didn't take it to heart, and went downstairs directly.

When she passed a room, she saw that the door was ajar, and peeped inadvertently, and saw a man standing in front of the desk practicing calligraphy, and when she took a closer look, it turned out to be the Second Young Master from that day.She couldn't help but stopped and stood outside the door.

For some reason, Ye Zijin felt a long-lost intimacy. I heard from Aunt Zhou that she likes to watch Ama write the most.

A man who knows calligraphy always seems to have a deep and introverted attraction, which makes people fall into the charm of that stroke without knowing it.

She couldn't help recalling that when Aunt Zhou was spoiled when she was a child, Ama would often let Aunt Zhou go to the study to serve pen and ink. Look at each other and smile, very loving...

Ye Zijin seemed to be able to imagine his flowing, elegant calligraphy when he saw the calm expression of the second young master when he held the pen.

She was so absorbed in seeing that she didn't notice a pair of white lambskin shoes approaching.

"It's you." A voice from behind startled Ye Zijin.

Turning around to see, it turned out to be Miss Zhao who fell that day.

"Thank you last time. By the way, did you embroider the roses on your handkerchief yourself? It's so beautiful." Zhao Zhimei took out the handkerchief from her handbag and handed it to Ye Zijin, and said regretfully, " But the blood on it can't be washed off, can you give me another handkerchief embroidered with rose flowers? I'll pay you, what's your name?"

Ye Zijin shook her head and said, "Since Ms. Zhao likes it, next time Zijin is embroidered and given to you, I won't charge any money."

"Zhimei, what are you doing outside?" A voice came from inside the house.

(End of this chapter)