"It doesn't mean that after staying in the factory for a few years, you can go out and start a training class. The workers in the factory all really like silk art. Those who come to the training class are all thinking about whether they can make money by learning this craft. Now it's just about filling their stomachs.
The key point is, are you angry at others, saying they have no talent or something like that?"
"Master, has someone complained?"
"Yes, someone complained to the factory. They all know that you are from our factory. They said that you were too strict. You asked me to cut a flower as soon as you came. Two of them are gentlemen. You asked me to cut a flower."
A flower, is it suitable?"
Yu Yan also has her own reasons, "It only means that they are not suitable for silk art, and it can even be said that they don't really like silk art. Just for fun, this skill must have a threshold."
"What you said is correct, but you still have to pay attention to the way you do things. After all, you haven't officially left the factory yet."
Yuyan heard the implication of the master's words, and it seemed that the superiors had blown the master, "Master, is the leader making things difficult for you? How about I ask the leader to argue with you?"
"Don't worry, don't make trouble for me. I'm not telling you, you are more angry than me. Because of your matter, people have found the leader, but the leader has not made things difficult for you. The leader still wants to
I want you to go back to work in the factory as soon as possible. The factory really cannot do without you. I explained the situation to the leader, and the leader also agreed to transfer you and Xiufen to different workshops. Of course, in a factory, you can’t see each other without looking up.
It’s inevitable.”
Zhao Xi's brave talk was not worth it. Yu Yan was too embarrassed to be stubborn anymore, "Okay, master, I'll think about it."
"Okay, no more words! I have to go back to the factory quickly and do Xiufen's work before I get off work. This day is really enough for you two, so think about coming back quickly."
The master's back in the rain looked like an old father, and Yuyan had mixed feelings. She suddenly realized that during the ten years of fighting with Xiufen, she had already gambled her own future. After entering the house, she picked up the mop and was wiping the floor.
In the rain, I heard Du Juan crying from the training room.
"Juan'er, what's wrong!" Yu Yan threw down the mop and went into the house. Du Juan was huddled in the corner, covering her fingers and sobbing, "What's wrong with my hand? Mom, look at it, come here."
"Mom, I accidentally pricked my hand."
Du Juan's little finger was pricked by a needle, and blood was flowing out, but Yu Yan was frightened, "Oh! What's going on? Come on, Mom will give you medicine, hurry up!"
Yu Yan picked up her daughter and walked to the outer room. An unfinished silk figure fell from Du Juan's body.
"Why is this thing on you?" Yu Yan picked it up and was wondering. She looked at the silk man carefully and said, "Huh? This is not the silk man I didn't have time to finish last night. Why is it almost done?"
Yu Yan almost suspected that her memory was failing, so she turned to look at the needle prick on Du Juan's hand, "Daughter, did you do this?"
Du Juan nodded gently. The moment she was picked up by her mother, she stopped crying. In the warm embrace, she just wanted to stay quietly. Yuyan didn't know whether she was happy or sad. Du Juan was only eleven years old.
A little girl in the second year dared to sew silk figures with needlework. Yu Yan stood holding Du Juan for a long time, thinking carefully about these days, "Baby, tell mom, do you often do this during this time?"
Since she temporarily left the factory during this period, there were a few nights where Yuyan basically had insomnia. In addition, Lao Du was busy with work in the hospital, so she could only pass the time during these long nights by making silk figures. She did not
Note that the progress of making silk figures every day is more than expected. It was only now that I discovered that it was all Du Juan's credit.
Du Juan did not answer her mother's question, but said sensibly, "These days, my mother is busy until late every night, and she has to do so much work during the day. I know that my mother is no longer in the factory, and she has to make silk to support the family. I just
I want to share more with my mother."
"Thank you, mom, thank you. Mom is just taking a break, and she will return to the factory." Yu Yan couldn't express her feelings at the moment. She held back her tears and bandaged Du Juan's wound. She looked at Du Juan dotingly, and Du Juan was in her heart.
She has grown up. Yuyan carefully looked at the silk figures sewn by her daughter. Although the sewing was pretty good, she was a little girl after all, and her skills were still a little inferior. "Much better! Much better! My daughter, you are better than these days."
People signing up are doing much better.”
Her mother's evaluation of her daughter was quite high, and her evaluation was not selfish. Yu Yan saw Du Juan's talent, she knelt down and asked seriously, "My daughter, do you like it?"
"I like it." Du Juan nodded firmly
"Can you tell mom why?"
"It looks so pitiful. It can't speak or move. But I can dress it up beautifully, put on the most beautiful clothes, and draw any expression on it. In this way, it will be the most beautiful thing in the world."
It’s such a beautiful doll, even better than Mr. Li’s Barbie doll.”
Yuyan could tell that monitor Li's family was in a better position in the class, so it was not safe to bring foreign toys to the class from time to time. Is her daughter being "stimulated", or did she want to compare with other children? Yuyan became worried. After all,
Du Juan has just entered elementary school, and this kind of comparison is unavoidable. She and Lao Du are usually too busy. Fortunately, Du Juan is self-conscious and her grades in school have always been good. "Girl, we can't compare with others."
"No, no." Du Juan shook her head repeatedly, "Mom, I don't like Barbie dolls. My dolls are incomparable to Barbie dolls. I have my own dolls. I can keep my own dolls. They belong to me.
Human happiness. What’s so good about Barbie is that it’s not down to earth at all. Mom, why don’t you teach me how to do it.”
"You are too young, my daughter, and you are not suitable for this now. You should focus on learning now." The training classes in the past few days have made Yuyan lose a lot of confidence in silk art, and she is very resistant in her heart.
What brought my daughter into contact with silk art is the passion that is hard to shake off.
"Mom, I want to learn, and I won't delay my studies."
Feeling happy and worried, Yuyan knew very well that silk art is something that a person should pursue for a lifetime. She thought that Du Juan was just a whim, but she never thought that she, like her, would devote her life to silk art.
"Mom, can I still go to the factory to study with you? I went to the factory before and saw many uncles and aunts. They are all so awesome. I want to be like them when I grow up."
"Silly girl, this is a lifelong matter."
"I think I will make a good choice."
My daughter's words lingered in her ears for a long time until night. It was another new night. Du Juan fell asleep early and nestled in her mother's arms. Yuyan's mood was unusually calm tonight. She was no longer worried about Xiufen in the factory.
She avoided taboos and was no longer frustrated because the training class could not recruit people. She saw the light. The baby girl in her arms was the light of her life. Even if it was for her, she would fight hard.
