Re-embroidering life

These two snow lotuses are probably the only ones in the world, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are priceless.

Shui Qinghua suddenly felt the wooden box in her hand was too heavy to hold.

"Did you pick these flowers yourself from the cliff?" she asked.

Ah Xiao smiled. Madam mentioned snow lotus to him twice. The first time was when she went to the shack to visit his sick father. The second time was when she learned that Mr. Shen was ill. Madam asked him if he could pick snow lotus. Although Madam never said it, he knew that Madam longed for this flower in her heart.

It was natural for him to fall in love with Fei'er. How could he not love such a smart and beautiful girl who had grown up with him? But he was born in poverty, without a home or a job. How could he be worthy of the daughter of a scholarly family?

Once the thought of picking snow lotus flowers flashed through his mind, it took root like a nail and he would not leave. He spent a whole year, half of which was spent on making full preparations, and half of which was spent on traveling back and forth to the northern border alone. He finally picked two snow lotus flowers at the cost of breaking an arm.

He did not think that this was such a great thing. No matter how good Xuelian was, in his heart she could not compare to Fei'er. Only by marrying Fei'er could he truly have picked a rare and precious flower.

Shui Qinghua gently closed the wooden box and pushed it back to him.

"What moved me was not these two flowers, but your courage to act, your caution in making adequate preparations, and your ability to retreat unscathed. These two flowers belong to you and Fei'er. You must promise to always cherish Fei'er as you cherish the snow lotus."

"I promise." Ah Xiao held the wooden box in his arms, his eyes moist and his tone serious.

The old house of the Ji family had been renovated a long time ago, and the garden was full of hibiscus trees. On the day of Ji Fei's wedding, the hibiscus flowers were in full bloom, hanging on the branches like pink clouds, as beautiful as the bride's face.

The bright red wedding dress on Ji Fei was embroidered by Shui Qinghua herself. She poured all her lifelong learning, as well as her persistence and love for embroidery, into this wedding dress without reservation. She used the top-notch needlework of Suzhou embroidery and Chu embroidery to embroider a pattern of dragons and phoenixes, and every stitch and every thread was filled with her deep love and blessings for her daughter.

The exquisite wedding dress made Fei'er stand out gracefully and elegantly. She was not covered with a veil, and stood side by side with Xiao. When the couple knelt down to pay respect to their parents, Shui Qinghua's tears finally broke through the dam and burst into tears.

Through the spirited Fei'er in front of her, she vaguely saw Fei'er in her previous life. Fei'er at that time was her protector, always standing in front of her to resist the criticism from her grandmother and aunt. She was like a small firecracker full of gunpowder, which could explode at a touch. Disobedient, unfilial, and sarcastic were her labels. In order to protect her mother, she ruined her reputation, disliked the elders, and at the same time, she retreated into a thick shell that no one could touch.

Now, her Fei'er no longer has sadness and hostility between her brows. The sunlight shines on her porcelain-white face, reflecting the self-satisfied and spirited look in her eyes, which is the light that belongs only to the strong.

It turns out that Fei'er, who grew up in love and sunshine, is like this.

Shui Qinghua's gaze gradually shifted to her other two daughters.

Ji Rui has grown into a little girl, her face has grown into a stunningly beautiful girl, her smile is still sweet and innocent, and a slight smile from her lips is enough to melt everyone's heart.

That’s great. The Ji Rui who was bullied and extremely inferior in her previous life has also changed.

As for Ji Wei... Shui Qinghua looked at her youngest daughter with mixed feelings. In this joyous occasion, her pale little face remained calm. She was originally like a little adult, but after studying with the young prince in the East Palace for several years, she became more and more mysterious. She rarely laughed and made noises like a child, and only her eyes, which looked deeply at her eldest sister, revealed her inner joy.

She and her daughter always seemed to lack a certain intimacy between mother and daughter, but she had long since learned to accept it. From the day Wei'er was born into her womb, they had formed a destined bond.

She looked at the guests in the hall again. Guests from the capital, Jiangnan, Chu and even Shu came to congratulate her, all because of the golden signboard of Shuixiufang. Ye Jincheng and Yingzhou, who were friends for many years, treated Fei'er as their son or nephew and prepared expensive gifts.

Shui Qinghua also saw someone she didn't expect in the crowd, Mr. Qian. He was sitting with Dou Jianzhi and Song Huixin, talking about something, dancing and laughing. Shui Qinghua guessed that what made him so happy must be some Chu embroidery technique.

In addition to the guests, Shuixiufang also held a three-day banquet on Chuxiu Street, making this wedding a grand event that shocked the entire Chuxiu Street. Today, there are hundreds of shops and thousands of embroiderers on Chuxiu Street, at least half of whom were sent by her embroidery school.

Shui Qinghua exhaled softly. On the day of her rebirth, she swore to herself that she would do two things in this life. First, live a decent life, and second, raise her three daughters again. It seems that she has done a good job.

"Qinghua, why are you crying?" Ji Zimo walked over and gently wiped away the tears from her face with his warm fingers.

Shui Qinghua then realized that the bride and groom had already entered the bridal chamber, and the wedding hall, which had been packed with people just now, was now much emptier.

"I'm not crying, I'm just happy," Shui Qinghua stared at Ji Zimo's handsome face, "I'm happy that my life has not been in vain after all."

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ji Zimo gently held Shui Qinghua's hands: "This life is still long, and our good days are still to come. Qinghua, I will always be with you."

The two smiled at each other, tender and affectionate, everything was expressed without words.

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