"Hey, what am I talking about with you?" Xiufen realized that she had unknowingly chatted with Lao Du about Jinghuafang. What does this have to do with herself? "I won't talk anymore. I have something to do at home. Let's go.
Let’s go.”
Lao Du really didn't understand what Xiufen was doing and whispered, "I see, your temper is not much different from Yu Yan's."
The parking lot is just across the street from the alley. When Liu Tian parked his car and just came out of the exit, he saw Du Juan standing not far away handing out leaflets. This was so fateful. It was in the parking lot of the hospital before.
We were near home again. Liu Tian wasn't nervous at first, but he just happened to be thinking about Du Juan. They met again this time, and he really didn't know how to deal with it.
One step, two steps, getting closer and closer to her... Du Juan, after so many years, I saw you again, I can't explain how I feel about you, but when I see you, I will be nervous, I will feel a thousand emotions
All these thoughts are coming to me. Could it be the aftertaste of my childhood, or maybe it’s my passion for an actor... What am I thinking!
When he came back to his senses, he was only one step away from Du Juan. Du Juan heard someone behind him. When he turned around, Liu Tian was nervous and at a loss. His hand, which had nowhere to rest, even took the leaflet from Du Juan's hand. He
Not daring to look Du Juan in the eyes, she started mumbling, "Um... hello, are you sending orders?"
"Is it you? We meet again." Du Juan said calmly and generously. Liu Tian felt a lot more relaxed. The Du Juan who could only cry in his childhood memories was so mature. But Du Juan, does she still remember herself and those past events?
"Du... Du Juan, I'm here to park the car, what are you doing here?"
After asking another silly question, Du Juan almost laughed. She pointed at the list in Liu Tian's hand, "Aren't you holding it?"
"Yes, yes, sorry!" Liu Tian glanced at it and said, "Jinghuafang enrollment? What, you have to start over again?"
How did he know this? Du Juan asked in one sentence and didn't know how to answer, "Ah?"
"Oh, I want to say, didn't Jinghuafang recruit students after it was first established? Is this path still possible now?" Looking at Du Juan looking at him with doubts, Liu Tian realized that he had said too much, "Sorry
, I have been paying attention to you."
He was obviously paying attention silently, but this time he told the truth.
"You don't understand, what are you paying attention to!" Du Juan blushed, took the leaflet out of Liu Tian's hand, and ran away in a panic.
About the re-enrollment of Jinghuafang, basically everyone in the old Du family's alley knew about it, but the last one to know about it was Yuyan.
Yuyan and Xiufen took over the "shift", originally rushing to meet a new client, but who would have thought that they would be let go as soon as they arrived. They were holding a fire in their stomachs, but they had just left.
I found out about this when I met an aunt walking at the entrance of the alley.
"Sister Ji, you are awesome. Your Jinghuafang is about to revive. How is the enrollment going?"
"What admissions?"
"Hey! You don't know yet. Go to the alley and have a look. Your daughter has posted an advertisement there."
Yu Yan didn't believe it, so she trotted all the way to the alley entrance and saw the public notice board. She added a bundle of firewood to the fire just now, tore off the flyer and went straight home. However, as she walked along the way, Yu Yan's pace slowed down.
, suddenly became heavy.
Seeing that Yu Yan had not returned home at this time, Lao Du became anxious. While looking outside the door, he accused Du Juan, "Tell me, your mother doesn't even know about such a big thing. She will come back later and look at you."
How to explain it to her? I stayed at the entrance of the alley for a long time this afternoon, and everyone has a lot of opinions about it. If your Aunt Xiufen hadn't come forward, I don't know how it would have ended."
"Dad, don't worry about that. We explain to them what we do, and they keep their opinions to themselves. Over time, they will forget about it."
"Oh! My daughter, why don't you understand? I'm worried about you. I'm afraid that your mother will come home later and you two will quarrel again. Jinghuafang will re-enroll students. This has always been your mother's worry. She has failed so many times before.
Already?"
Du Juan was confident, "Dad, this is the only way now. Although it has failed before, it is different now. I want to make Jinghuafang a good job, and I want Jinghuafang to have its own original works!"
The sound of the door opening in the courtyard made Lao Du nervous. When he looked around, he saw that Yuyan looked like a wilted eggplant, "Your mother is back. No, what's wrong with you?"
The father and daughter did not expect this outcome. Yuyan was unusually calm, while Lao Du quickly reminded his daughter from behind, "Your mother's silence is the most terrifying thing."
Du Juan nodded, helped Yu Yan sit down, and handed over a glass of water, "Mom, drink some water."
Yu Yan pushed away the cup and shook her head, "It's okay, I'm not thirsty."
"What's wrong with you? Did you quarrel with Xiufen? No, Xiufen is not back." Lao Du's guess was well-founded, thinking that Xiufen made her angry in the hospital.
Yu Yan shook her head, "It has nothing to do with her."
"Mom...do you know about the enrollment? I..."
"Juan'er, do you still remember what happened in the second year after you graduated from college and our Jinghuafang was first established?" Yuyan interrupted her daughter and asked about the past.
"Of course I remember."
"At that time, I was worried that you couldn't manage Jinghuafang well, so my mother managed it with you. It was you who proposed to my mother to open a silk art interest class. The class was opened the second year after Jinghuafang was established. After three years, we were sent away.
I met batches of hobby enthusiasts, but in the end I discovered that they were just hobbies. Even if they learned silk art, they only learned a superficial level. After all, hobbies cannot replace professionalism. After the collapse of the Humanoid Art Factory, the old man hoped that we would
This skill has been passed down, but for so many years, classes have been held to train silk art. Those who love silk art do not seem to let the silk art be passed down. Instead, they use this skill as a tool to kill time. Although holding interest classes can maintain a job
The normal operation of the room is not a long-term solution. After that, we stopped recruiting students. Later, we held several short classes intermittently, but the effect was not as good as before. I really care about the inheritance of silk art.
Heavier than anything else."
Du Juan heard what her mother meant. She probably didn't agree with her to continue running the class, but now the stall was spread. Even if she wanted to withdraw, it was impossible, but she was really an obedient girl, "Mom,
If you say no, we won't do it. Just don't feel so uncomfortable. We'll think of other ways to deal with Jinghuafang."
"No, Juan'er." Yuyan sat up straight and said solemnly. Du Juan took a look and saw that her mother's energy was gathering strength. "Over the years, Jinghuafang has also tried different methods, but in the end it ended up...
I made wedding dresses for others, and even started working as a tailor shop. In our industry, there are many large silk craft workshops, which have become very mature and have their own brands. But if we only accept these outsourcing
We at Jinghuafang cannot produce any works if we work casually. Only in each craft workshop can the works show the inheritance of skills. Now it seems that the best way to make good works and pass them on is to open interest classes. A few years ago
We have not explored them properly. Now is the Internet age, the technology age, and our ideas need to change."
"Mom? Do you support me?" Du Juan's mood was like a roller coaster. She just wanted to confirm why her mother changed her old idea.
