"Oh my god, you almost scared me to death. I walked so lightly and didn't even make a sound." An Ling stroked her heart, still feeling deeply frightened. When her breathing became calmer, she took out the small camera in her bag.
Adjustment.
After a while, Hua Qingyan brought a cup of green tea and placed it in front of An Ling.
"Sister An, drink tea."
"Thanks."
An Ling took a sip, put a few pieces of ice in the cup, drank it to relieve the heat all the way, and asked casually: "Qingyan, are you the only one in the store?"
"How come? I can't do this alone."
Hua Qingyan was wearing a sky blue short-sleeved dress today, which made her look even more gentle and pretty. She whispered softly: "One of them is asking for leave, and the other one happened to be out on business, so I'm the only one in the store now."
"That's it."
An Ling nodded slightly and was about to speak when she heard Hua Qingyan say:
"Yiru called me last night and told me that the footage was damaged by a virus and needed to be retaken."
"Well, that's right."
It's okay not to mention it. Once the matter was mentioned, An Ling couldn't hide her anger: "This kid has been like this since he was in college. He always makes mistakes from time to time, and every time he gets past it with a playful smile..."
Just as she was complaining, she suddenly noticed that Hua Qingyan was looking at her with a smile, and immediately shut up. At this moment, An Ling suddenly realized that the person in front of her was Chen Yiru's girlfriend. Wouldn't it be a bit uncomfortable for her to say this?
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Seeing An Ling's embarrassed look, Hua Qingyan covered her pink lips with her hands and laughed twice: "Sister An, Yiru's temperament is sometimes sloppy. I will make you a hairpin to apologize. You have a lot of it, so you can calm down."
"Don't spoil him."
Hua Qingyan's words gave people a feeling of spring breeze, and An Ling relaxed a lot and reminded: "Look, please ask Chen Yiru to be more careful when working. There is a promotion quota in the group this year."
"okay, I get it!"
Hua Qingyan smiled slightly and took out a pen and blank paper: "Sister An, do you have a favorite style of hairpin?"
This question really stumped An Ling.
To be honest, if it weren't for Hua Qingyan, she wouldn't have had access to this kind of thing. Before coming here, she was only focused on work and how could she have the time to think about hairpins.
"Sister Anxie, please take a look around the store."
Hua Qingyan was a very thoughtful person, so she immediately spoke.
"What you said..."
An Ling looked at the red jade hairpin just now, her eyes lit up, and she pointed:
"Can you make it according to the style of this hairpin?"
"sure."
Hua Qingyan said while painting:
"Sister An, what do you think about changing the hairpin to a curling wave shape and carving a koi on it?"
As the pencil strokes, the pattern of the koi hairpin leaps onto the paper.
An Ling blinked and nodded happily: "Okay, it looks very good."
"As long as you like it."
Hua Qingyan smiled slightly: "It will take two to three days to make the hairpin. I will ask Yiru to bring it to you then."
An Ling said: "Sorry to trouble you, Qingyan."
"No trouble."
Hua Qingyan's beautiful eyes turned and she suddenly said: "Sister An, how about I make a wooden hairpin for you to wear first."
"ah?!"
How could An Ling be so embarrassed, she pretended to refuse. Nachengxiang Hua Qingyan couldn't help but held her hand, "I have to take another shot anyway, this little time is enough for me to make one."
"This..." An Ling's words stuck in her throat after she refused, and finally she had to say: "Qingyan, see if I can film the process of you making hairpins. After all, it is in the form of a documentary, so it is more natural."
"sure."
So, the two of them entered the work room.
When I looked up, I saw that large and small pieces of wood were neatly placed together, and there were all kinds of tools such as wood files, whittling knives, scroll saws, and sandpaper.
"Speaking of which, this is Sister An's first time coming to the store."
Hua Qingyan took out a piece of black wood from the drawer, chose a carving knife and started carving.
"Yes."
An Ling lowered her eyebrows and looked at Hua Qingyan who was working hard. The words "beautiful and picturesque" came to her mind. When she turned on the camera, she said with a smile: "The first time we met was in a restaurant. Chen Yiru brought you over to have dinner with her."
"yes."
Hua Qingyan lowered her eyes slightly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.
"I didn't expect this kid to be interested in the subject." An Ling couldn't help laughing.
This time they were filming documentaries about various professions, so they rarely brought the whole group together. They basically worked in pairs to improve efficiency and complete the task as quickly as possible.
Immediately, she said: "The filming has started, just answer the same as last time."
The camera is focused on the workbench.
I saw the dexterous jade hands waving quickly and accurately, sawdust flying down, and soon I saw the prototype of the hairpin.
"Please introduce yourself."
"My name is Hua Qingyan."
Hua Qingyan raised her face with a smile as bright as a flower: "We run a handicraft shop, but the difference from other shops is that we only make ancient hairpins, clothes and other items."
An Ling asked: "Why did you choose this industry?"
"In addition to liking it, there is also some family factors. My ancestors were all in the clothing industry, and I have been exposed to it since I was a child." Hua Qingyan continued to immerse herself in her homework and said without raising her head: "When I grow up, I have a lot of experience in my heart.
We have a goal to let more people realize the elegance and beauty of ancient costumes.”
"It is undeniable that modern technological progress has replaced many things, but Daqin culture has a long history. I think this is not the reason for the disappearance of a craft or an inheritance. It has a soul and is passed down from generation to generation."
With that said, Hua Qingyan looked at the camera and picked up the hairpin in her hand.
A lotus flower on the head of the hairpin is clearly visible.
"In ancient times, hairpins were worn by women as a sign of adulthood, and they also gave hairpins extraordinary significance."
In the camera, the woman's smile and the lotus complement each other, making her look particularly noble and elegant.
"In terms of materials, there are bone, bamboo, wood, jade, copper, gold, etc. The styles of hairpins from ancient times to the present are very rich, and the changes are mostly concentrated on the head of the hairpin, including flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals.
Bag."
"It is inheritance and a cultural soul."
Time passes little by little.
An Ling would ask some questions from time to time. Fortunately, Hua Qingyan had already had experience and the shooting speed was even much faster than before.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
"Okay, you're done."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
An Ling put the camera back into her bag.
"Sister An, what do you think?"
Hua Qingyan spread her palms.
After polishing, the hairpin is completely walnut color, and the lotus flower in full bloom at the head of the hairpin adds to its class and elegance.
"It's beautiful, Qingyan, you are so awesome!"
An Ling couldn't help but praise: "Your hands are so skillful."
"Hehe." Hua Qingyan picked up the white cloth and wiped it twice, then smiled and said, "I'll bring it to you."
This time, An Ling did not act pretentious, but responded readily:
"Then I'll trouble you."
Hua Qingyan walked behind An Ling, gently held the ponytail, and untied the leather rope.
"Qingyan, this hairpin you made actually has fragrance."
An Ling said suddenly.
Just when Hua Qingyan reached over her shoulder to take back the hairpin on the table, she suddenly smelled a light fragrance.
"Small shop's unique wood."
Hua Qingyan raised her lips slightly and handed An Ling a mirror: "Sister An, you are so beautiful."
In the mirror, her beautiful face and hairstyle are tied up, adding a bit of charm.