After coming out of the station, Jian Yuelan was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, she ran to the post office and called her elder brother to inform him of her parents' train information and the approximate arrival time.
Jian Lizhe hummed and asked her, "How is your brother-in-law doing?"
"Strong as an ox."
"Let him answer the phone and I'll say a few words to him."
This requirement is quite difficult, "Brother, he went to sea."
Jian Lizhe became anxious when he heard this, "Are you alone in Ancheng? Are you pretending? If you are not pretending, go back quickly and don't wander around outside."
The world is really not peaceful, and his sister's face is too attractive.
In her hometown, because of her "famous reputation", they felt comfortable with her wandering outside.
The place in Ancheng is not good, it is too far away, and they have nothing to do if something happens.
"Stop talking, you go back quickly. You don't have to worry about your parents. I will calculate the time to pick you up then."
Without waiting for Jian Yuelan's reply, he hung up the phone.
Listening to the beep coming from the phone, Jian Yuelan was silent for two seconds and put down the phone.
"Comrade, how much does it cost?"
The staff looked at the time and said, "Two dollars two."
The price is not cheap, but Jian Yuelan is used to it. The main reason is that it is very troublesome to make phone calls nowadays, especially inter-provincial long distances, which require several phone calls.
Money had to be calculated every time the line was changed, so she didn't say anything, but took out two and a half yuan and handed it over.
The staff took the money and gave her 30 cents. Jian Yuelan took the 30 cents and walked out of the post office. She originally planned to go directly to the station and take a bus back to the island, but she didn't want someone to call her halfway.
"Comrade Jian, Comrade Jian, please wait."
She turned around and found that the person calling her was Lin Qingyuan.
"Manager Lin."
Looking at Lin Qingyuan who quickly ran up to her, she smiled and said, "You called me for something?"
"Ah, something happened."
Lin Qingyuan, who originally wanted to say a few polite words before getting into the topic, heard her words and went straight to the topic, "I wonder if Comrade Jian is busy. If not, why don't you come to my office for a chat?"
"OK."
It was obvious that he wanted something from someone, so Jian Yuelan naturally would not refuse.
Five minutes later, she sat in Lin Qingyuan's office.
"Comrade Jane, drink some water."
"Thanks."
She took the water and took a sip, not speaking in a hurry, but Lin Qingyuan was obviously in a hurry. After a few simple greetings, she said, "Comrade Jian, I don't know if you will accept the designated embroidery job."
"Do you have a picture?"
"have."
He opened the drawer and took out a pieced together photo and handed it over.
Jian Yuelan took a look and found that the protagonists of the photo were a man and a woman.
The man's instrument is majestic, and the woman's clear water is full of hibiscus.
Even if the photo is broken, even if the photo is black and white, you can still see the outstanding temperament of the protagonist.
"A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect match."
She praised her, but she didn't expect Lin Qingyuan's eyes to turn red, and then tears fell down.
Jian Yuelan, "?"
It's really outrageous to praise someone and make them cry.
She was a little uneasy, "Manager Lin, what's wrong with you?"
"This is my grandson and granddaughter-in-law. They both died in the southwest."
As soon as these words came out, Jian Yuelan's expression suddenly became serious.
Southwest sacrificed, Lao Ye’s colleague.
Lin Qingyuan, who saw the change in her face, did not think about hiding anything. He briefly explained the background of the protagonist before choking up and said, "This is the only photo left, but it was torn apart due to an accident. Even if it takes a long time to put it together,
It’s also difficult to preserve.”
Jian Yuelan nodded in agreement. The photos today are not plastic-sealed like those in later generations.
Furthermore, this photo is still put together, so it is really difficult to save it for a long time in this case.
Seeing her nodding, Lin Qingyuan felt relieved.
He begged, "Comrade Jian, can you embroider an embroidery based on this photo that can be preserved for a long time?"
Worried that she would refuse, he added, "Money is not an issue. I can add 10% to the last price."
"Can."
Jian Yuelan nodded, "They are heroes, so there is no need to pay more."
"But I need Manager Lin to provide embroidery cloth and thread."
The embroidery thread at home has other uses, and is not suitable for embroidering photos of deceased persons.
"I provide."
Lin Qingyuan wiped his tears, stood up and bowed deeply to Jian Yuelan, "Comrade Jian, on behalf of my old leader, I thank you."
"Manager Lin is welcome."
Jian Yuelan helped the person up and said hesitantly, "Manager Lin, I would like to ask you or your leader if you have any additional requirements for this embroidery?"
Lin Qingyuan didn't quite understand what she meant and said blankly, "What does Comrade Jian mean?"
"color."
As soon as these words came out, he realized.
This is to ask him if he wants to embroider his posthumous photo.
He has no control over this matter.
"How about I take you to see my leader?"
Jian Yuelan, who never expected to see anyone again, was stunned for a moment and said yes.
Then, the two left the friendship store to meet someone.
Before setting off, Jian Yuelan reminded him to bring a set of painting tools.
Lin Qingyuan asked in surprise, "What are you doing with this?"
"I'll draw it live for you two to see."
"Can you still draw?"
Jian Yuelan hummed and explained, "Traditional embroidery painting is a basic skill."
A good painter may not necessarily know how to embroider, but it is certain that all embroidery masters are good painters.
This industry relies on talent, including painting and embroidery.
People who lack talent will have limited achievements no matter how diligent they are, because they lack aura and have more craftsmanship.
Unfortunately, Jian Yuelan is a real master.
Not only can I draw, I am also good at painting.
But she usually doesn't draw because it's not necessary and she can compose the picture directly in her mind.
Drawing and proofing are quite unnecessary for her, but today she is willing to draw just because heroes are worth it.
Lin Qingyuan suddenly realized, "Wait a moment, I will prepare the painting tools."
"good."
Five minutes later, Lin Qingyuan took painting tools and Jian Yuelan to the family building of the provincial government.
The male master is not at home, but the female master is at home.
The old lady is in her sixties, wearing a simple blue overalls, with white hair and a scholarly scent, and speaks softly, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.
When she learned Jian Yuelan's purpose, her eyes immediately turned red.
"Can you embroider colorful ones?"
"able."
Jian Yuelan nodded, looked at the old lady and said, "Can you tell me about your son and daughter-in-law? I want to know more about their personalities, etc. This will help the embroidery to be more realistic."
The old lady couldn't believe it, "Really?"
She hummed and said, "Do you think this will work? You can draw while you talk to me, and after the drawing you will know whether what I said is true or false."
"good."
The old lady's eyes instantly filled with tears. For her, the most painful thing was not parting from her grandchildren and their daughter-in-law. People who have lived through the war years are not afraid of death, not to mention that her children sacrificed their lives for the country.
But the memories after life and death were deeply ingrained, and it made her miserable every time she thought about them.
"I-I'll find you paper and pen."
She turned around to find pen and paper, but was stopped by Lin Qingyuan.
"Don't be busy, I brought everything."
He opened the bag, took out the pen and paper and placed it on the table, then looked at Jian Yuelan.
She took the drawing pen and said to the old lady, "You can start."
"good."
So, the old lady spoke with a voice of pain and nostalgia.
The afternoon sun was scorching hot, but there was a bit of coolness inside.
While Jian Yuelan listened to the old lady's memories, she composed the picture in her mind based on her description.