Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 29

The rain in March is always pattering non-stop.

The misty mist of the gray sky soaked the mottled advertising paper on the wall and blurred the lines of the roof of the old house.Soft grass emerged from the cracks at the base of the wall, new moss crawled on the flagstone road, and rainwater accumulated in several recessed places. When the wheels ran over, splashes of water were splashed.

There were not many people in the alley, and the rickshaw driver wore a coir raincoat and shuttled through the rain.The rain dripped down the eaves, tick tock...

This rain makes people's hearts wet and soft...

The shop was deserted and deserted, and there were not many customers coming to make clothes on rainy days, Ye Zijin held the book of poems and sat on the small stool by the door to read.

Xiaoyue came over to watch because she was bored.

"Zijin, what is written on it?" Xiaoyue asked curiously.

Ye Zijin was flipping through the song "Spring Rain", and said with a smile, "This is a poem about rain."

Xiaoyue shook her head and wondered: "What is there to write on a rainy day? I still have to get my clothes and shoes wet when I go out. I prefer to be out in the sun."

Ye Zijin just lowered his head and smiled, without explaining.Xiaoyue has never been to school, so naturally she doesn't know a few words, so she is definitely not interested in talking about poetry with her.Looking up at the door, the rain was flying and lingering, Ye Zijin couldn't help but think of Zhao Jinnian.

How is he recently...

But Ye Zijin couldn't find a reason to go to Zhao's house again, and what happened last time still made her a little scared.

The drizzle that came in soaked the pages of the book a little bit, Ye Zijin moved back, and when he read the sentence "The red building looks cold across the rain, and the beaded foil floating lantern returns alone", I couldn't help sighing...

A car drove slowly into the old street and finally stopped in front of a tailor's shop.

A little maid and the driver got out of the car, held up two oil-paper umbrellas and opened the doors on both sides of the rear seat.

I saw two women getting out of the car, one was Zhao Zhimei, and the other... Ye Zijin didn't know each other, but that woman seemed to know Zhao Zhimei very well.

"Zijin, I brought you a distinguished guest!" Zhao Zhimei wore a jade-colored lake crepe high-necked short jacket today, and a bean-green semi-Western-style pleated skirt underneath, her cheeks were powder puffed, He jumped to Ye Zijin's side.

"This is..." Ye Zijinjian and the woman from Zhimei came with gentle eyes, wearing an elegant cheongsam with a moon-white ink plum pattern, and the flower button is bright red on the brows, which exactly echoes the color of the skirt.

Zhao Zhimei introduced: "This is my future sister-in-law. Her name is Lin Yunwan. She is the eldest lady of a scholarly family. She and my second brother are childhood sweethearts. They really are a perfect match..."

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, Ye Zijin couldn't hear any sound, and looked blankly at the drizzle...

Childhood sweethearts...a natural pair...Second Young Master!

"Hello, Miss Ye, I heard from Zhimei that you are a good embroiderer, so I came here today to ask you to embroider a hijab with red happy characters for me." Lin Yunwan had a gentle voice, and she looked like a well-educated lady.

Ye Zijin's heart seemed to be hollowed out in an instant. She endured the pain and forced a smile, "Is Miss Lin getting married? Congratulations..."

Lin Yunwan smiled shyly, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, we are getting married next month. Jinnian likes Chinese weddings and wants to see me wear a phoenix crown and Xiapei, but I still lack a hijab."

Something was completely shattered in my heart, and this pain was like a newly sprouted shoot being pulled out by the roots.Ye Zijin's hands and feet became colder and her lips trembled slightly.

"Zijin, what's wrong with you? It seems that your face is not very good." Zhao Zhimei asked with concern.

Ye Zijin came back to his senses, suppressed the pain of bursting the embankment, and said softly: "I'm fine... I guess I just sat by the door for too long and caught a little cold..."

"Oh, then you should wear more." Zhao Zhimei shook Ye Zijin's hand, "Ah, why are your hands so cold, please stand in." Zhao Zhimei led Ye Zijin to the shelf.

Lin Yunwan looked at the dazzling array of fabrics and satins on the shelves, pointed to a bright red one to Xiaoyue, and said with a smile, "I'll just choose this one."

Xiaoyue pulled out the bright red silk and said, "This color is the most suitable for a wedding dress. It's bright red, and it's festive just looking at it."

Xiaoyue's words pierced her heart like countless small needles, he is getting married...he is really going to get married...

"Miss Ye, you don't need to embroider too complicated patterns, as long as you have a happy word, Jinnian doesn't like too fancy." Lin Yunwan instructed carefully.

"Well, okay..." Ye Zijin heard her yelling one after another, feeling a little out of breath from the pain in her heart.

They must be really affectionate...

One wanted to see his sweetheart wear a phoenix coronet and marry him, and the other came to find her in the rain for a hijab...

Ye Zijin closed her eyes, she didn't dare to imagine the scene when they got married.Before a few red candles, Zhao Jinnian raised Fang Dahong's hijab and hugged Lin Yunwan into his arms... And that hijab was embroidered with the word "Happy" by herself...

I haven't felt this kind of heartache for a long time, except when Aunt Zhou passed away and after Xiaorong was kidnapped, during the seven years of hard work, Ye Zijin almost became so numb that she forgot what pain is.But now the pain came so suddenly!She was not prepared at all, her heart seemed to be cut deeply by sharp scissors...

He is really going to get married... His bride is of noble birth, as gentle as jade, with a beautiful heart...

Before leaving, Zhao Zhimei mentioned the rose handkerchief she had been thinking about all the time.Ye Zijin promised to embroider it together with the hijab for her.

The car drove away, and the alley was quiet again, with the patter of rain outside the door.

Staring blankly at the big red silk cloth, the last gleam of light in Ye Zijin's eyes dimmed...

(End of this chapter)