After sitting down, he wanted to hand the painting to her, but he felt like his heart was beating like a drum and he couldn't speak properly.
Xie Yinfeng seemed to have expected this situation and was not surprised.
She glanced at him with a smile and motioned for Jinping to take the drawing.
Jinping took it and spread it on the table in front of her.
Xie Yinfeng only took one look and exclaimed: "Sure enough, they are similar but I don't recognize these marks.
I think they are the weaving techniques.
The drawings are so detailed, which shows that the artistic skills and skills are extraordinary."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Minghui again.
I thought to myself: "The words are just like the person.
How come he looks so handsome?"
As soon as the thought passed by, her pretty face turned red, and she hurriedly lowered her head to look at the painting.
Jiang Minghui was looking at her blankly.
This manuscript was drawn by Qing Ya.
Xie Yinfeng's words reminded him of Qingya.
After Xie Yinfeng took off his curtain hat, he revealed the gorgeous phoenix hairpin on his head.
The phoenix held a string of water droplets in its mouth, dangling in front of her forehead, which made him dizzy.
He couldn't help but think of the phoenix hairpin he bought for Qingya.
What would it look like wearing it?
He imagined it in his mind. , but his eyes were still looking at Xie Yinfeng.
After a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes showed affection.
Jin Ping felt something was wrong and coughed repeatedly.
Jiang Minghui was not alarmed, but Xie Yinfeng was alarmed, and he looked back at her in surprise.
Jin Ping was embarrassed and quickly glared at Jiang Minghui.
Xie Yinfeng hurriedly looked at Jiang Minghui, and his heart trembled when his eyes touched him.
Jin Ping couldn't care anymore and asked loudly: "Mr.
Jiang, you painted this" Only then did Jiang Minghui wake up.
He was about to deny it, but then he thought that this would inevitably bring out Qing Ya.
His intuition was not good, so he nodded and admitted that it was him who painted it.
Xie Yinfeng was very happy, but also embarrassed, so he stood up and said: "I've seen it, let's go.
Go over there to see the bamboo wares."
He put on his curtain hat again.
Seeing her put on the curtain hat, Jiang Minghui looked much more at ease.
Xie Yinfeng smiled secretly when he saw it, and was a little happy.
At the moment, he pretended not to know and went out to pick out items.
Choosing items can hide your thoughts, which makes you feel more comfortable than sitting across from each other like this.
Half an hour later, a young man from the Xie family delivered a volume of drawings.
Jinping went out to pick it up and handed it to Jiang Minghui.
Jiang Minghui took it and took a look.
It was similar to the tapestry picture drawn by Qingya, but not as detailed and vivid as the one she drew.
He looked excited, lowered his head and said nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, he raised his head and asked: "Is the craftsmanship in this girl's family very high?"
Xie Yinfeng nodded and said: "Of course.
However, this job is usually done by family members or close friends.
Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to train a brilliant craftsman only to be poached by another family at a high price." " Poach at a high price Jiang Minghui felt his head pounding.
Inexplicably, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
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"Quiet, dumb" He stared at Xie Yinfeng with his eyes wide open and murmured to himself.
Xie Yinfeng's heart beat faster and he couldn't help but blush.
Fortunately, there was a veil between them, so his embarrassing behavior was not exposed.
But she felt a sweet feeling in her heart, which shook her whole body.
Jinping hurriedly said: "Girl, let's go."
Xie Yinfeng also felt that it was not appropriate to stay any longer.
He glanced at Jiang Minghui quickly and said softly: "Mr.
Jiang, I'm leaving first."
Qiang turned around calmly and went out, but he didn't buy any bamboo utensils.
Zhugen stretched out his hand forward, made a sound, and then paused.
He didn't say buy it, so he couldn't force the sale.
After the people walked away, he muttered: "I have been choosing for a long time, but I didn't like anything."
Jiang Minghui sent Xie Yinfeng away in a daze, came back and sat down, his heart churning: He must not lose his voice.
He must not lose his voice.
Well, go home and tell your parents.
But dad is fine, but mom is so stubborn, can she be persuaded?
If you can't persuade me, will you dislike Qingya even more?
If this is the case, if Qingya marries her in the future, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law will not get along well and they will suffer.
He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and finally decided not to talk about it for the time being.
The days are still long, and when the Jiang family's business grows, he will slowly tell his family the key points, so that they will understand Qingya's ability and importance to the Jiang family, and then they will be able to accept it.
He put aside these thoughts for the time being and concentrated on taking care of business.
Jiang Jiaxin has hired a lot of people, and only Father Jiang is trying to figure out how to weave new products.
The others are still weaving according to the previous drawings.
They are becoming more and more skilled, and more goods are shipped, and they can be delivered in ten days and half a month.
A boatload came, and finally the goods were not sold out.
February has passed, and March has arrived, and the flowers are blooming and the willows are green outside.
Jiang Minghui missed Qingya and wanted to go back to see her.
However, he hasn't settled that matter yet.
What will he say when he meets the Guo family?
When I think about it, I don’t dare to go.
To be honest, he was afraid of the strict Guo Shouye and Wu.
While doing business, he devoted himself to practicing drawing.
It's April, and a few days later, mugwort and calamus are hanging on the streets, and people returning home will carry one or two packages of mung bean cakes.
It turns out that the Dragon Boat Festival is just around the corner.
Jiang Minghui was so uncomfortable that he neither dared to go to Guo's house nor wanted to go back to Jiang's house.
On the pretext of being busy with business, he locked himself in the shop and missed Qingya, and asked his second brother and Zhugen to go back to celebrate the festival.
In Green Bay Village, the Guo family is very busy: they have built a row of eight large blue brick houses with tiles in the orchard to the west of the house, which are very neat.
They have told people that they will be used as warehouses first and will be used for the younger generations to get married in the future; Guo Dayou leads people day and night.
Catch up on work, make spinning wheels and looms, etc.
No matter how busy he is, Qingya will not pay attention to external affairs and sink into the world of tapestry.
When she was resting, she would miss Jiang Minghui.
Looking forward from February to March, and from March to April.
The Dragon Boat Festival is here, and there is no news from Jiang Minghui.
She was tormented by thoughts she had never felt before, and became even quieter.
Looking at the roses blooming in the open space in the corner of the house, the gardenias with blue and white buds, and the scattered wild flowers beside the fence in the vegetable garden, then looking at the lush peach, apricot and jujube trees in the garden, and the continuous lotus leaves in the water in front The lotus, such a beautiful sight, made her feel sad.
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Why don't you come back?
Business is really busy For some reason, the poem "Businessmen value profits over separation" came to her mind.
If she hadn't drawn the drawings and Jiang Minghui was still running a shop in Wyou Town, they wouldn't have to separate.
As the saying goes, scenery comes from the heart, and the thoughts she had in her heart brought them out when she played the piano.
On Jingjiang, a batch of goods had just been sent out to sea, and Fang Chu rushed back to Huzhou for the festival.
He still chose to pass by Green Bay Village while playing the piano quietly.
It's spring and summer now, and Qingya has changed to playing the piano at night again.
After listening for a while, Fang Chu frowned and murmured: "Businessmen value profits over separation."
It's really a girl And I have a sweetheart.
Different from the deep sorrow of a woman in a deep boudoir, the sound of the piano conveys a touch of lovesickness, just like the flowers under the moonlight, stained by the clear dew, with the loneliness of no one to watch, the lingering sorrow, and the desire to speak is still lingering.
He also felt melancholy.
"Businessmen value profit over separation.
Not necessarily."
He murmured.
After the music stopped, he asked the boy again: "Chang'er, have you given the brocade to Miss Xie?"
Chang'er hurriedly said: "Sent it away.
Sent it long ago."
He was a little confused.
What happened a few days ago, why did the young master suddenly ask?
Fang Chu whispered: "Just give it away."
Looking at the dark night outside, he sighed softly.
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