I squatted on the green brick floor of the Sujia Embroidery Shop, and the gaps between my fingernails were filled with gold threads used to repair ancient embroidery.
During the surveillance, people from the Lin Group were pressing the "Fake Intangible Cultural Heritage" seal on the door frame. My father was coughing in the back room and the bed was shaking. They mixed chemical dyes into the Ming Dynasty painting of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix that we restored. Now the whole Internet is scolding me as "the last embroiderer in the Su family, ruining three hundred years of craftsmanship."
"Little girl, please hand over the title deed to the embroidery workshop if you know how to do it." Mr. Lin was holding a cigarette in his mouth and crushing half of the peony I had just mended with the toe of his leather shoe.
I looked up at him, with a sweet taste in my throat. In order to collect the money for my father's surgery this morning, I knelt here and begged him for three days of grace. He threw a stack of banknotes into my arms and said, "It's enough to buy a good coffin for your father."
When my fingertips touched the old object at the bottom of the sandalwood box, I almost laughed out loud.
This is half a piece of Hetian jade that my grandfather gave me before he died, saying it was a "family heirloom."
But when I used an embroidery needle to peel off the inner coating, a golden light suddenly exploded in front of my eyes.
[The Wanjie Auction System is activated!
The host's proficiency in repairing antiquities SSS is detected, and the bronze appraiser's permission is enabled.
