In the early morning when blue calico curtains were hung on the attic window lattice, the shadows of magnolia trees were cut into fine floral paper and fell on the canvas of the painting desk. Lu Shiyan held the brush to capture the shadows of flowers moving on the curtain, Su Wanxing used lake blue embroidery thread to outline the flower stamens, and the magnolia pendant with silver embroidery needle tail hooked the curtain tassel, as if tying spring into time.
When the fragrance of Grandma Zhang's pumpkin porridge spread across the painting table, the paint and silk threads on their fingertips were quietly entangled. In the sketchbook that Master Wang admired, there was an embroidery figure hidden behind the curtain; on the embroidery thread spool sent by Teacher Chen, there was a warning that "the shadow of the flower when the curtain moves is the embroidery draft." At night the wind lifts the blue calico, and the titanium white pigment just catches the shadow of the magnolia tree - this is their daily life: the smell of porridge, the shadow of flowers, and the light in each other's eyes, turning ordinary days into a long-lasting love picture worth cherishing.
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