Green Micro Makeup

Diancui has been passed down to Shen Cuiwei for four generations, and the rule is - pass it on from male to female. On a snowy night when she was seven years old, she was lying on the window sill to peek at the craftsmen at work, and was caught by her grandmother. The grandmother did not punish her, but just put a pack of Cuiyu into her hand and said: When your mother was pregnant with you, Po Wen said she was a brother, but I said wrong, she was a sister - a good hand. That was the first affirmation she received in the Shen family courtyard. It's also the last time. Her mother died in childbirth, her father avoided her as if she were avoiding trouble, and the eldest sister Shen Biyao regarded her as a thorn in his side. After her grandmother died, she was kicked out of her home. She took only a box of old tools and two old craftsmen and fled to a farm outside the city that had been abandoned for many years. Everyone thought she would die that winter. But she didn't. She cultivated land in an abandoned farm, polished the ancient manuscripts left by her grandmother under dim candlelight, and used a long-lost "triple gradient inlay" technique to make a hairpin shine with unprecedented light in the middle of the night. She named the hairpin "Cui Wei Zhuang". This is not the self-pitying work of a woman who was exiled from her family. This is her challenge to the world. Starting from a small shop in the capital that no one was optimistic about, to the maritime trade route where thousands of sails competed in Quanzhou Port, she used a pair of hands dyed with emerald dye to promote an endangered skill to the world. And those who once trampled her into the mud will eventually look up at her. "Green feathers are easy to come by, but green souls are hard to find." She has never been just a woman who sticks to her skills. She is a unique piece that cannot be copied.