Re-embroidering life

Chapter 145 Seeking Hidden

Shui Qinghua flipped through the booklet, thinking for a moment, and whispered to Shen Xin: "Sister Shen, whether it is double-sided embroidery or double-sided different-color embroidery, the embroidery on both sides is the same pattern after all. Do you think it is possible to invent an embroidery method that can achieve completely different patterns on both sides?"

Shen Xin subconsciously thought: This is impossible! One needle, one thread, to embroider two different pictures on the front and back?

Suddenly, she fell into deep thought. Why is it impossible? Back then, when double-sided embroidery and double-sided embroidery with different colors had not yet appeared, didn't people think it was impossible? The art of embroidery is based on the foundation of predecessors, constantly breaking through technical difficulties, and thus climbing to one amazing peak after another. Maybe this seemingly impossible challenge can really become a reality in their hands.

Shen Xin said, "If it is true as you said, that two completely different patterns are embroidered on both sides of the embroidery draft, then it is not just as simple as different colors. The patterns, stitches, and tones will all be completely different - different drafts, different stitches, and different colors."

Shui Qinghua's eyes lit up immediately, and she said excitedly, "That's the Three Different Embroidery, which can be called double-sided Three Different Embroidery! Sister Shen, we will embroider the image of Jesus on one side to represent our dynasty's respect for Ainolia, and embroider the traditional freehand style on the other side as a window for Ainolia to understand our culture. Isn't this more meaningful than just embroidering a picture of Jesus?"

Shen Xin fully agreed, and both of them were excited about the challenge. They knew that they were not fighting alone, but fighting side by side with another outstanding embroidery craftsman in the world.

At this time, Little Gourd looked at the two masters and said boldly: "I think that to achieve the 'three differences', we can't use one needle and one thread, but two needles and two threads."

"Oh?" Shen Xin looked at the thin little boy in surprise.

"Liu Ye'er and I, each holding a needle and a thread, are responsible for embroidering one side. But it won't be enough to just embroider our own parts, we have to help the other side return the needle at the same time." Little Gourd's words gave everyone a new idea.

Since there are two people, it is completely feasible for each person to be responsible for one side. However, how to help the other person return the needle without disturbing their own drawings? This is undoubtedly the problem they need to solve with all their strength.

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Let’s not talk about the fact that Shui Qinghua and Shen Xin were working hard with their respective disciples to overcome the difficulties.

After arriving in Jiangnan, Ji Zimo had always wanted to visit Mr. Baishan, the most famous painter of the Wu School. He searched everywhere and after many twists and turns, he finally found out that Mr. Baishan lived in seclusion in the mountains somewhere in Jiangnan. He saved up a few days off, packed up his things, and set out on this long and arduous journey.

One afternoon, he finally found Mr. Baishan's residence. This courtyard was built halfway up the mountain. When Ji Zimo climbed to the door, he was already exhausted and panting. The tidy and beautiful appearance was gone, replaced by crooked clothes, sweat stains all over the body, and yellow mud on the feet.

Ji Zimo believed that Mr. Baishan lived here to test the sincerity and perseverance of visitors.

But here, the scenery is really beautiful.

The mountains are rolling and shrouded in mist. A few simple stone houses are hidden in the mountains. The mosses on the outer walls are full of vitality under the moisture. Not far away, clusters of unknown wild flowers sway in the wind, adding a touch of color to this plain courtyard.

"Is Mr. Baishan here?"

Ji Zimo called out, but no one answered. The door was open and two figures were looming behind the window lattice, as if they were playing chess.

Ji Zimo bravely walked into the courtyard. There were several clumps of cannas planted in the courtyard, and simple stone tables and benches were placed on them, on which there were traces of Mr. Baishan drinking tea and painting. The words "Jiaofeng" were engraved on the moon-shaped door next to it.

Ji Zimo waited patiently for the game to end, and waited until the sun was setting.

One old man shouted loudly, "I lost, I admit defeat!" The other old man said with a smile, "Brother Hai, don't be upset. I drew a small piece of work yesterday and gave it to you as a consolation." The first old man replied, "This is more like it."

The two of them walked out of the main hall laughing and joking, and saw the young man waiting in the courtyard, and couldn't help but let out a "Huh".

Ji Zimo hurriedly stood up, bowed deeply to the two of them, and said respectfully: "I am Ji Zimo, a student from Jiangxia Prefecture. Because I love calligraphy and painting, I came here from Linhai County to visit Mr. Baishan." He wondered in his heart, wondering who is Mr. Baishan, the tall, thin and gaunt old man on the left, who looks like a bamboo, or the one on the right, with plump cheeks and a kind expression?

The tall and thin old man said to the one on the right, "I'm looking for you. This young man looks good."

The old man on the right laughed and said, "Thank you for keeping me waiting. My boy has gone down the mountain to get some wine. When he comes back, we can have a nice drink tonight."

It turns out this is Mr. Baishan.

It was late spring and the weather was getting hotter. The three of them sat down casually on the stone bench in the yard. Ji Zimo then realized that the tall and thin old man was an old friend of Mr. Baishan. His surname was Hai and he lived next door to Mr. Baishan.

Ji Zimo hurriedly asked Mr. Baishan for advice on his painting skills and brought a scroll of his own paintings for Mr. Baishan's advice. Mr. Baishan was surprised by Ji Zimo's breakthrough in painting, especially his realistic style. The two of them got along better and better. Mr. Hai participated in the discussion at first, but later he remained silent and just stared at Ji Zimo intently.

The two stopped talking until the little boy brought some wine up the mountain. Ji Zimo benefited a lot from the advice given by his senior, and his heart was filled with joy, so he couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

The moon was at its zenith, and the three of them had drunk a lot. Ji Zimo began to feel dizzy, so he naturally didn't notice that Mr. Hai's expression was becoming more and more unpredictable.

"You look a lot like her." Mr. Hai said suddenly.

"Who?" Ji Zimo asked dazedly. He looked around, but there was no one else.

"Are you talking to me?" Ji Zimo asked Mr. Hai.

Mr. Hai nodded, very seriously: "It's not that they look alike, but that they give people a similar feeling. Especially your eyes, they are exactly the same as hers. I will always remember her eyes, they were like a pool of spring water, I fell in love with them when I saw them that year."

Mr. Baishan was still sober. Hearing this, he hurried to cover Mr. Hai's mouth: "Brother Hai, you are drunk and talking nonsense again."

"I'm not drunk! Isn't this guy from Jiangxia? I ask you, is she okay?" Mr. Hai broke away from Mr. Baishan and grabbed Ji Zimo by the collar.

His grip was so strong that Ji Zimo could hardly breathe. It was only when Mr. Baishan pulled Mr. Hai away that Ji Zimo was rescued.

Mr. Hai was very drunk. He lay on the stone table and muttered, "After so many years, I still don't know if she is okay. Why didn't she even write me a letter?"

"Mr. Baishan, what's going on?" Ji Zimo touched his neck, still feeling frightened.

Mr. Baishan sighed and looked at his old friend who was crying and laughing with sympathy: "Love is the most harmful word."