Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 30
For several consecutive nights, Ye Zijin suffered from insomnia.

Looking at the "Li Yishan Poetry Collection" next to the pillow, a line of tears rolled down his cheeks.She didn't dare to touch those sad lines anymore, just seeing that her heart was full of intractable knots.

Why did he fall in love with Lin Yunwan?In terms of background, talent, and appearance, how can I be inferior to her?Such provocative and contemptuous questions would occasionally pop up in Ye Zijin's mind.But when she returned to reality, she realized that the biggest thing she was inferior to Lin Yunwan was that she didn't know Zhao Jinnian earlier than Lin Yunwan...

Their childhood sweethearts have a tacit understanding, and they may have made a private decision for life long ago.

Under the lamp, Ye Zi stared blankly at the piece of red silk. After a long time, she tremblingly picked up the needle and thread, but this time, the thread in her hand couldn't go through the eye of the needle.

One month later, Zhao Jinnian was going to get married, and the Lin family took away the hijab from Fang early on.

Two days before Zhao Jinnian got married, Zhao Zhimei sent A Yuan to fetch the rose handkerchief.

Ye Zijin handed the embroidered handkerchief to A Yuan, and also gave him a book.

It was a "Book of Songs" that she bought a few days ago, and inside it was a silk handkerchief that she had embroidered.Ye Zijin asked Ah Yuan to deliver the book intact to Zhao Zhimei, and then asked Zhimei to pass it on to Zhao Jinnian.

Looking at the back of Ah Yuan going away, Ye Zijin felt uneasy, she was not reconciled, she really was not reconciled... However, she could only do this.At least she made one last effort before he got married...

However, instead of waiting for Zhao Jinnian, she waited for a big red wedding invitation.

Zhao Zhimei sent A Yuan to send a wedding invitation, inviting Ye Zijin to attend Zhao Jinnian's wedding banquet...

Ye Zijin tremblingly opened the wedding post, the name on it burned her heart, and the last ray of hope was gone...

Facing the mirror, Ye Zijin saw his thin figure.

Today was his big day, and she put on her most beautiful clothes.

Ye Zijin in the mirror is wearing a light pink cheongsam with peony and butterfly pattern, a cheongsam with a pipa lapel, a straight high collar, narrow sleeves, embellished with light-white thread, and flower buttons that dance with butterflies and clear shadows.She also specially borrowed a pair of white round-toed high heels from Xin Yu's house.

This dress was made by herself. In order to reward her for making a complete cheongsam for the first time, Master Shen gave this cheongsam to her.

Something seemed wrong... Ye Zijin walked two steps in a cheongsam and high heels, remembering that the women on the street had their hair tied up.Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, she picked up a wooden comb that used to be the style of the Qing court and combed her hair into a bun at the back of her head.Suddenly there was another burst of bitterness in her heart, Lin Yunwan must have her hair up today, wearing a phoenix crown, and covering her head with the hijab that she embroidered...

When Zizheng walked in and saw Ye Zijin, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and exclaimed: "Sister, you look so good in a cheongsam! It's a hundred times better than those vulgar ladies and wives!"

"How come..." Ye Zijin's lips were a little pale, and she looked at herself in the mirror absently.

"Sister, where are you going in such a good-looking dress? Could it be to meet my future brother-in-law?" Zizheng walked over, put his hands on her shoulders and smiled.

Ye Zijin smiled helplessly, and said in frustration, "I just went to a friend's wedding..." Her throat trembled when she said the words "a friend".

"Oh, that's it." Zizheng looked at her again, and said, "Sister, don't you think we should put on a little more rouge and gouache? This will match this cheongsam better, and it will be a peerless beauty like a lotus and a willow. !"

Furong is like a face and a willow is like an eyebrow, so why don't you shed tears... This sentence really fits her current mood...

Ye Zijin usually doesn't wear makeup, she used to disguise herself as a man to sell newspapers and didn't need it, but now that the weather is hotter, first-class sweaty makeup is easy to wear off.But today, Ye Zijin suddenly wanted to take care of herself.

She found out the dowry left by Aunt Zhou, took out a box of face powder and dabbed it lightly on her face, and dabbed a little rouge on her lips with her fingers.

In an instant, the woman in the mirror regained her spirits, her eyes were like stars, her lips were like red cherry blossoms, shining brightly with looking forward.

"It's so beautiful!" Zizheng laughed, "Sister, if you go to other people's wedding banquet like this, you will compare the bride."

Can it really be compared?But what's the use in comparison?He may only have Lin Yunwan in Fengguan Xiapei in his eyes...

Ye Zijin took a deep breath and walked out the door cautiously.

It turns out that wearing shoes that are not suitable for you is equivalent to giving your feet a slow sentence.Enduring the pain in her toes, she walked down the stairs slowly while supporting the wall step by step.What is this little pain compared to the pain in her heart...

(End of this chapter)