When I walked into the humanoid factory again, everything remained the same, but the ruthless time had sculpted the entire factory.
"You are... Du Juan."
It was the uncle who opened the door. When he turned around, his hair was already full of white.
"Uncle Lu?"
"Hey, you've grown so big, but you haven't been here for a long time. Your mother has never mentioned you less." Du Juan was always the pride of her mother. The moment she saw the guard, Du Juan felt sad. Over the years,
Time has not let go of my mother, nor has it let go of everyone here.
Du Juan's memory almost stayed in elementary school, junior high school...at least in the factory. Years passed in the blink of an eye, and when she greeted them again, everything had changed.
My mother was already a leader in the factory. While she was busy with her work, she was also guiding her subordinates. When Aunt Xiufen passed by, the two of them were like strangers. At that time, Du Juan already understood in her heart that this
The grudges will never end.
"Why are you here? Is it a day off today?" Mother completely forgot about the time.
"Mom, I'll come over to see you this weekend."
"Wait for Mom for a while. Mom will go find you in another hour." Yu Yan grabbed the key from the table, "Here, you go to the dormitory on the second floor to rest for a while."
Du Juan took the key and opened the door. There was a bed, a table, and a simple wardrobe. When she went to college, Du Juan lived on campus. It seemed that her mother rarely came home. This place has become her mother's second home.
Home.
Lying on the bed, the walls were covered with designs of silk figures, and there were several new drawings pressed under the alarm clock on the bedside table. After waiting for a while, or for a long time, Yuyan entered the room, holding food in her hands.
.
"Daughter, let's just make ends meet here. Mom will be busy soon."
Du Juan threw herself into Yu Yan's arms and started sobbing. All the grievances she had suffered in the past two years in college were poured out at this moment. Yu Yan didn't know why her daughter was crying, but she blamed herself, "My mother is too busy.
I didn’t go to school to see you.”
"Mom, it's not your fault, I just don't want to see you so tired."
"Hey, what's the point? Mom has always been doing this, hasn't she? There's another batch of silk people to be sent abroad in the past few days, and the list is tight, so time is tight."
"Going abroad?" Du Juan didn't pay much attention to the factory's affairs. She only knew that her mother had been doing silk art. It was impossible for Du Juan to think that silk people could go abroad. "Mom, if you are making silk by yourself,
In terms of human words, can more people know it?"
Yuyan knew what her daughter was going to ask, and she could also feel that her daughter's silk flower club in the university was not developing well. "Silk people are a cultural heritage left by our ancestors. I want more people to know about it. This is a long road."
road."
Du Juan heard the power of persistence as her mother spoke forcefully. Du Juan chatted with her mother for who knows how long that day. She understood better the difficulty of passing on this skill, and she always remembered what her mother said before she left that day.
, "Daughter, silk art may disappear or decline in another five years, ten years, or longer. Now we have gathered together and made countless silk figures in the humanoid factory; maybe in the future we will
If we break up, we may not be engaged in this industry again, so it depends on whether we want to stick to it.”
"You have brought me here since I was a child, and I have deep feelings for this place. When I first came here today, I saw the doorman, Uncle Lu, who was already full of white hair. He has persisted here for so many years, and I must also
I will stick to it. He is guarding the humanoid factory here, Mom, I think I will definitely keep this skill."
I only remember that day, I talked with my mother for a long time. That year was lucky for Du Juan. She met her best friend Wen Xin, and from that moment on she strengthened her heart.
"You guys, please don't embarrass my daughter. What's the point?" Yu Yan brought back Du Juan's memories with one sentence. She originally wanted to continue to recall, but she understood that if she continued to recall, it would not only affect her mother, but also the people present.
For the aunties, this was a sore point. Yu Yan pulled back in time, "With so many people in our factory, how can we compare with the Silk Flower Club? The only thing that can compare is that my daughter has maintained this skill. That is enough."
The mother's words made the old masters who had been disappointed with Jinghuafang and questioned Du Juan stop talking. They agreed with what Yu Yan said, but at this time, Du Juan felt mixed emotions in her heart. The mother and daughter walked in tandem.
On the way home, Du Juan hesitated to speak, and Yu Yan said, "Daughter, do you have something to say? I saw that what you wanted to say but didn't want to say just now was because of them?"
"Mom." Du Juan took a step forward and kept up with her mother, "I don't plan to contact those classmates from the Silk Flower Club. I plan to find new people to form our team. After leaving the university for so long, they should also
I have my own career and I don’t want to disturb it."
When Du Juan expressed this idea, she also saw the obstacles her mother had encountered when contacting old relationships one by one. It wasn't that Du Juan didn't want to touch it, but that it was unnecessary. Yuyan understood her daughter's thoughts, "Jinghuafang needs to grow, just like you
I said we need to absorb fresh blood, my dear daughter, you can make up your mind on this. In fact, I shouldn’t go looking for those people with whom I have an old relationship. In the end, I will be disappointed and it will be a waste of time. Your idea is good.
, but you must look for the right person. Maybe this recruitment will accompany our Jinghuafang for a long time."
"I understand, Mom. Now that Wangfu Cultural and Creative Industries has extended an olive branch to us, our Jinghuafang needs a new start."
The two of them walked and chatted until they arrived at the entrance of the alley. From afar, Du Juan saw Wen Xin standing at the door holding a box of snacks.
"Wen Xin!" Du Juan shouted to her
"Why doesn't this girl go in? Is there no one at home?" Yu Yan stepped forward and took a look. There was a big shiny lock on the door, "Where is this old man?"
Du Juan opened the door, took Wen Xin's hand and came in, "Come as soon as you tell me. If you want anything else to bring, come in quickly!"
"I haven't come to your house yet when I return to Beijing this time. It's my first time here."
"Juan'er, please take Wen Xin in and sit down first. I'll call your dad to see if they have gone out for a walk."
Du Juan directly pulled Wen Xin back to her house. Along the way, Wen Xin looked at the scenery of the courtyard, "It's still the same after so many years. It's still the same as when I came to your house when I was in college."
"You were the little girl at school at that time. When she brought you to my house for the first time, my mother thought I had a bad boy."
Wen Xin laughed loudly, "I haven't seen you for many years. You are quite good at talking. You are already a college student, but you are still a teenager?"
"Hahaha……"
"It's just that we parted too hastily. I remember that when I was about to graduate, many people signed up for our Silk Flower Club. After our class left, I didn't hear any news after that. The Silk Flower Club really arrived.
It’s gone here, but it’s okay, it’s exactly like that that Jinghuafang is now here.”
Du Juan still remembers that time, "The second year after graduation, I planned to take the postgraduate entrance examination. But the humanoid factory was reorganized, and my mother and the others lost their jobs. Naturally, the school no longer had a silk flower club."
"I heard my dad say that after the factory collapsed, many people changed careers. Now there are very few people like you and aunt who can persist."
"yes."
"I won't talk about the past anymore. The more I talk about it, the sadder it becomes. This kind of thing will have to wait until I get drunk one day and talk about it together." Wen Xin said openly, frowning, and then said nothing.
hair.
Du Juan said, "What's wrong? I see that you are not in the right mood today."
"I'm fine."
"Xinxin, just tell me what you have to say. Didn't I say that when you return to Beijing this time, tell me what difficulties you have and we will face them together."
There is affection and love among these young people; rushing towards the future and career, how can the culture of old Beijing be explained clearly by a "baby" - inheriting intangible cultural heritage, silk sculptures - "Beijing Tianjiao" is constantly exciting, thank you
