Disconnection Point

When the demolition team's steel drills dug into the Lin family's old house, 26-year-old Lin Wanqiu dug out the embroidery tape that had been sealed for 20 years in the dusty camphor wood box. On the faded plain silk, the traces of my grandmother coughing up blood covered half of the "Medicine Master Sutra", but on the back of the embroidery, a star diagram embroidered with hair was revealed - Those silk threads cut by mother's own hands, In the dust of demolition, it pointed strangely to Gu's Embroidery Village, which was about to disappear in the north of the city. The night where the moonlight penetrates the 12,800 holes of the transparent daisy, The blood scab on the embroidered bandage turned into cinnabar thread, Taking her to pierce the financial statements of modern cities, Meet yourself four hundred years ago in the latitude of full menstruation. This time travel with silver needle as the key and silk thread as the track, What was revealed was not only the fragment of the "Xuanji Pictures" hidden in the double-sided three-different embroidery, but This is the mantra in the throats of three generations of women who were locked by embroidery needles—— When the last tile fell from the demolition ruins, She finally understood the tenderness of hanging in the buttons of her mother's cheongsam, As well as the immortality secret that my grandmother used to hide her right hand in the lock sac after suffering a stroke. Core hooks: "With every inch of ancient embroidery restored, the face of the Ming Dynasty embroiderer in the mirror becomes clearer. Until the night when the demolition countdown reached zero, the looms of two time and space rang simultaneously—— It turns out that we are both embroidering patches on each other's lives. "