In 1994, Chu Yu, a generation of cheongsam master, passed away at the age of 90. Everyone mourned, and there was a mountain of elegiac couplets sent to him. The family packed up the belongings and found a box containing old needlework and a dull thimble.
His son Chu Guoyu remembered that this was the tool his mother used when she was sewing for poor women. He played with this thimble when he was a child and almost gave it away as a wedding ring. When his mother found out, she was furious and beat him severely.
In 1922, Chu Yu was fired from the textile factory and became pregnant. In order to make a living, she became a poor sewing woman. She didn't have a thimble at that time and she often pricked her hands. A gangster who had been living on the streets all year round saw her and found a way to give her a shot.
"For you."
She looked up at him but didn't answer.
"Can you sew something for me?" He said timidly.
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