The green tile alley after the rain, the bluestone road with moss, should be full of artistic conception, but because the road is slippery and difficult to walk, the artistic conception is completely destroyed by the flower brocade.

Pei Yan really didn't understand that a woman like Hua Jin ran so far to buy an umbrella and take pictures. Seeing Hua Jin holding up the hem of her skirt and moving forward a small step, he stretched out his arm in front of her, "Let me lend you a wrist, don't touch my hand."

"What happens when you touch your hand?" Hua Jin put her hand on Pei Yan's arm and looked at him with a smile.

Pei Yan looked away and said, "I can't take advantage of you in vain if men and women don't kiss each other."

Hearing this explanation, Hua Jin couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, I'm not a lecherous woman."

Pei Yan gave her a sideways glance, and said in a strange tone, "Have you ever seen a pig climbing a tree?"

"No."

"Then do you think your words are credible?"

Hua Jin's eyes widened: "A man can rely on a pig to climb a tree. This sentence is used to describe your men. What does it have to do with me?"

"Miss, it's the 21st century now." Pei Yan's attitude was lazy, "Equality between men and women." Seeing that Hua Jin was about to refute, he added, "If you say another word, I will take my hand back."

Hua Jin closed her mouth immediately.

After walking down the long steps, Hua Jin put Pei Yan's arm down and snorted softly, "I said that my hand took advantage of you, but I think your arm took advantage of me."

Pei Yan grew up so big, and it was the first time he saw that someone was crossing the river and demolishing the bridge so fast. He turned his head and glanced at the stairs behind him, and put his hands around his chest: "It seems that you don't need my help behind you."

"Mr. Pei, you misunderstood me." Hua Jin smiled brightly at him, "I mean, if this matter is put on other men, they must be taking advantage of it. But you are different, do you look good? Said, but also of high moral character, this must be I took advantage of you."

"You shouldn't be a Shu embroiderer, you should learn Shu opera." Pei Yan turned her head and walked slowly forward, "You are so talented in changing faces, it's a waste not to do this."

Hua Jin: "..."

Because it was not a holiday and it was raining again, there were not many pedestrians on the road. This street still retains the architectural style of the wooden buildings of the last century, and even the shops have the old taste of the last century. Many shops hang some inferior handicrafts that can also be seen in other scenic spots. After walking more than half of the street, could not find any oil-paper umbrellas.

In desperation, she had to buy two bottles of water in a small shop, and took the opportunity to ask the boss about the whereabouts of the oil-paper umbrella.

"Oil paper umbrellas?" The shop owner gave Hua Jin a surprised look, "Go straight ahead, there's a small shop on the right that sells oil paper umbrellas." Now online shopping is so convenient, you can buy all kinds of beautiful umbrellas. It is rare for young people to come to such a small place to buy oil-paper umbrellas.

"Thank you." Hua Jin handed another bottle of water to Pei Yan, and Pei Yan took the water, "Let's go, go ahead and look for it."

The two walked forward for a while, and finally found the shop that sold oil-paper umbrellas. An old man in a navy blue tunic was sitting behind the door, burying his head and cutting the ribs. Behind him, a young man and a woman were cleaning up a messy shop, still complaining about the rain, and the newly made umbrella could not be taken out. to dry.

The old man's is very rough, and there are still white scars on the back of his hands. When Hua Jin and Pei Yan come over, he put down the umbrella bone and knife in his hand, and patted the bamboo strips on his body: "Are you two going to buy umbrellas? , please come in and take a look."

The store is not big and the lighting is not very good. Many umbrellas can only be put away. After Hua Jin stepped into the store, she smelled a very stuffy tung oil smell.

The man and woman who were packing the umbrellas saw Hua Jin and Pei Yan come in. They were a little careless at first, but after seeing their looks and clothes, they couldn't help but take the initiative to greet them.

The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, this couple is simply a high-value match.

"Our shop is an authentic traditional oil-paper umbrella handicraft shop. It has been passed down from ancestors to the present for nearly two hundred years." The old man's face was full of ravines, but his words were full of energy. He bent down and selected two from the shelf, one red and one blue. Umbrella: "The big red umbrella is the most famous of our oil-paper umbrellas, but this gentleman may be more suitable for blue. If you like it, you can choose slowly."

"Thank you." Hua Jin held up the red oil-paper umbrella, which was painted with white plum blossoms, and the white plum blossomed on the red umbrella. And the ribs are as smooth as silk, and you can't even smell the oil. The workmanship is very delicate, "It's so beautiful, you have been doing this craft for many years, haven't you?"

"I've been doing it for many years." The old man stroked the umbrella on the shelf, as gentle as he was treating his own child, "When I was very young, almost the whole street was selling oil-paper umbrellas, and foreigners came Here, I have to buy an umbrella to go back, so that I have really come to our Jiangjiu Market." When he mentioned the past, he didn't know whether he was sighing or regretting.

"Grandpa, what age is that?" The boy who bent over to sweep the floor said helplessly, "There are so many beautiful folding umbrellas on the market now, who would go out with an oil-paper umbrella that takes up space every day?"

Hearing what the grandson said, the old man was not angry, but smiled cheerfully: "It must be inconvenient to take it out every day, but the young girl and the young man take a picture with an umbrella, it is also very beautiful."

Hua Jin smiled and nodded in agreement: "You are right."

"Technology is advancing, people's living standards are improving, and it is inevitable that traditional industries like ours will gradually decline." The old man said, "This is actually a good thing, and it means that everyone has a better life."

"Nevertheless, this traditional craftsmanship will still be passed down." Huajin put away her umbrella and said to the old man, "As you said, they may withdraw from the necessities of life, but they can enter the handicraft appreciation. In. As long as someone still likes them, they're not going away."

Hearing Hua Jin's remarks, the old man laughed even more happily, turned around and took out a box from the room: "Look, two, do you like these two umbrellas?"

If the umbrella you just saw can be called a boutique, then the two umbrellas in the box are enough to be called top artwork. These are two red umbrellas with dragons and phoenix painted on the umbrellas, which are so lifelike that Huajin almost lost their minds.

She bought it without hesitation, and bought a few by the way, and asked the store to send it to her friends.

It takes more than 90 processes to make a qualified oil-paper umbrella, and it takes half a month to a month to make an umbrella fully formed, so the price is not cheap. Seeing Huajin buying so many umbrellas in one go, the two young men and women in the store were very happy.

After the two left, the boy said with emotion, "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" The girl looked at her puzzled.

"The man was very good-looking just now, but when he paid for it, he pretended not to see it and waited for his girlfriend to pay the bill." The boy shook his head. "If I had such a beautiful girlfriend, I would definitely be reluctant to let her spend money."

"Thinking too much, it's impossible for you to have such a beautiful girlfriend in your life." The girl lazily wiped the dust off the furniture, "Not to mention that the man is so good-looking, maybe it's the little white face raised by the beauty. ."

boy:"……"

"Mr. Pei, can I ask you a question." Hua Jin looked at the photos Pei Yan took of her on the phone, and the disgust in her eyes could hardly be hidden, "You...haven't you had a girlfriend very much?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Pei Yan's face was not very good-looking.

"Because of men who have had girlfriends, taking pictures will not be so ugly." Hua Jin whispered, "I am 1.68 meters tall, but you took the effect of 1.45 meters, you are worthy of your own hands. an expensive phone?"

"I'm sorry." Pei Yan was expressionless, "If you don't take pictures, go back to the hotel."

"Come on, I'll take two pictures for you, so you can see what a real photo is." Hua Jin took out her mobile phone, "Open your umbrella."

"Wait." Pei Yan swept across Hua Jin's phone screen inadvertently, his expression became serious, "Do you share your geographic location with others?"

"Cough." Hua Jin was a little embarrassed, and exited the location sharing, "It's late, it's late."

Pei Yan continued to look at her expressionlessly.

Being stared at by such a pair of beautiful eyes, Hua Jin turned her head away without any stance: "That... It's safer for a girl to go out alone and occasionally share her position with her friends."

Pei Yan was silent for a moment, and said impatiently, "Hurry up."

"what?"

"Photograph."

A young man in a white shirt and a gorgeous red umbrella, in the quiet rain lane, is as beautiful as a painting.

Hua Jin raised the phone and pressed the shutter.

She put down her phone and looked at Pei Yan with a smile, her eyes twinkling: "Thank you."

Pei Yan stared into her eyes for a moment, then put away the umbrella: "Can you go back to the hotel now?"

Hua Jin smiled and nodded.

When going up the steps, Pei Yan turned to look at the woman who was holding his arm across her sleeve: "Your traditional handicraft industry, business is so bad?"

"We are okay, because Shu embroidery can be integrated into all aspects of life, including clothes, shoes, socks, bags, and even jewelry." Hua Jin said, "It's just that there are fewer and fewer truly top embroiderers, and young people who are willing to learn this craft with their heartsPeople are even more difficult to find. If traditional crafts are to be passed on and carried forward, there must be no shortage of heirs.”

"Wouldn't it be boring to sit there and embroider things every day?"

"How?" Hua Jin's smile became gentle, "It is a great achievement to turn gorgeous silk threads into beautiful patterns."

"Shu embroidery is for me..." She lowered her eyelids and concealed all her emotions, "It is a very important redemption."

"Do you want to praise yourself as an heir who can carry forward traditional craftsmanship?" Pei Yan asked.

"Oh." Hua Jin raised her head with a smile in her eyes, "Did you hear it?"

Pei Yan sneered and turned her head, she really only likes to brag about the flower peacock.