Lin Wei and Shen Yanzhou were guarding a dyeing workshop. With their fingertips flying, the "starry night blue" they dyed seemed to be soaked in the light of the Milky Way, and the "sunset purple" seemed to have crushed the shadow of dusk clouds. The overt and covert struggles of their colleague, Boss Zhou, became the whetstone for them to improve their skills - as you chase each other, the color paste in the dye vat becomes more translucent and the lines on the cloth become more delicate.
On the wooden racks of the dyeing workshop, not only are the colored cloths waiting to be dried hung, but Zhang Xiu Niang's concerns are also hidden. She always embroidered a few more dense stitches on the silk handkerchief embroidered with gold thread, hoping that her son Xiao Shitou, who was in the army, would return safely; she also soaked the fragrance of mugwort into the "moon blue" cloth, saying that it would protect those who traveled far away from the wind and frost.
When Xiao Shitou walked through the door with the butterfly wing specimen from the border gate, the beams and pillars of the dyehouse seemed to heave a sigh of relief. He pressed the butterfly wings into the dyed "morning yellow" cloth, and together with Lin Wei and Shen Yanzhou, rubbed the care, longing, and sweetness of reunion into the dye.
Nowadays, every piece of cloth unfolds with the warm fragrance of time: the starry night blue hides unsaid words of love, the sunset purple wraps the longing for return, and the falling moon blue soaks in the prayer for peace. The stitches and dye marks are intertwined, making ordinary days dyed into the most touching look.
