Nezha Breeding Manual

It wasn't until another date was crossed off the wall-mounted calendar that Ye Wanqiu realized that his birthday was tomorrow.

Her hand holding the pen was frozen in mid-air, she clutched her neck and stared at the date in front of her without blinking for a long while, then slowly turned her head to look at the picture of the third prince on the lotus flower.The red gold tuanlian at the bottom has basically been embroidered, the name taboo was just collected last night, and the other half of the most difficult Huntian Ling and the name of the god name that still only has a stroke are left.

It is not difficult to embroider the God, you just need to use the most basic embroidery method as usual.The most difficult thing is the red silk that is as elegant as clouds and is extremely transparent and gorgeous.Embroidery must not only restore its ethereal and agile posture to the greatest extent, but also take into account the details of the silver toad pattern at the end.Only in this way can the stitches be smooth and the thread surface neat. In addition, silk is used for the thread embroidery. As long as the whole embroidery is placed in a slightly shimmering place, it will look brilliant, and it will have different halos when viewed from different angles. Gorgeous.

Ye Wanqiu stretched out his hand to touch the smooth silk surface that was still vacant, and touched the top of his hair and the eye sockets that had obviously turned black because he had stayed up late for more than ten days with dull eyes. Too "bald".

While she was thinking about how long it would take her to completely embroider the picture of the Third Prince, Ye Zhilan's voice came downstairs calling her to come down for breakfast.Ye Wanqiu groaned, changed his clothes and went downstairs, and saw a few embroidery shop students who came early were already sitting by the window in a well-lit place and started practicing stitches.

She quickly finished her breakfast and cleared the table.Zhang Fang and Song Wenjiao, two old employees in the store, are sorting out the cheongsam orders that have been made, and are packing and sorting them out, waiting for the courier to pick them up early in the morning.Seeing Ye Wanqiu wiping the table with sleepy hair, Zhang Fang whistled at her jokingly, leaning his elbows on the counter, jokingly said: "Hey, Ye Zi. Open your eyes, you wipe the table. It's all on you."

Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, tried to lift his heavy eyelids and looked down at himself, his brain ruled by sleepiness finally came to the conclusion that he was being tricked by the other party.She rolled her eyes, grabbed a cornbread in the bowl next to her, and threw it at Zhang Fang: "Do/go to your work!"

Zhang Fang took a bite of the steamed bun, and said with a smile, "Stop staying up late. Panda eyes are fine, but it won't look good if your head is bald."

"..." Ye Wanqiu stopped going upstairs and looked back at the other party with a pair of dead fish eyes lacking sleep and light, "Besides, I'll sew your mouth into a Chinese knot with a needle."

"Damn, it really is the most vicious woman." Zhang Fang swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, stuck out his tongue exaggeratedly, and divided the finished products in his hands skillfully and quickly.

At this moment, Ye Zhilan, who had picked up a new drawing, opened the bamboo curtain from the back room and came out. Seeing Ye Wanqiu standing on the stairs with a tired look on her face, she knew that she was busy in the shop during the day, and at night because of embroidery. After staying up for a long time: "If you are too tired, take a break and let me do it. The embroidery is too delicate and complicated, and it really takes a lot of effort. Besides, we have a batch of orders in hand and it's not so urgent. It's okay." Slow down."

Ye Wanqiu rubbed her forehead, smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, mom, it's almost time, I will definitely be able to finish the embroidery tonight, and I can just catch up with it tomorrow." As she spoke, she briskly ran upstairs, and soon there was a voice The door slams.

So for a whole day, Ye Wanqiu never went out of the room except for eating.It wasn't until the last stitch of the embroidery of Huntian silk and the name "Santan Haihui Dashen" was finished and the thread was cut that Ye Wanqiu finally let out a sigh, raised his head and moved his sore neck and shoulders, his eyes were sore pain.

The hour hand of the owl clock on the wall had already pointed to a place close to Two, and she put away the remaining needles and silk threads on the image of the gods and put them in the box, and checked every detail carefully with sleepiness.After doing all this, Ye Wanqiu went to the bathroom to wash his face briefly, turned off the light and fell on the bed exhausted.At the last moment when her eyelashes were closed, she vaguely saw the scattered silver moonlight infiltrating through the gauze curtain from the window, spreading gently on the embroidery of the statue like a dream.

The cool light color has a strange sense of transparency, and it almost blends with the snow-white silk, turning into a bright sea of ​​fog.The young god on the silk face seemed to come alive in this light and shadow change, quietly looking at the girl who was completely asleep on the bed, with exquisite and handsome features, and his face was so indifferent that there was no trace of fireworks, and it would dissipate in the air at any time. As illusory and beautiful as in the moonlight.

Ye Wanqiu couldn't remember how long he had slept, but felt that when his mother woke him up, he was still so sleepy that he just lay down.

She struggled on the bed for a while, got up from the bed completely by instinct, turned off the air conditioner, crawled to the window like a mollusc to open the window, let the fresh air hit her face, her eyelids were so heavy that she could barely Open a crack, the scenery in sight is foggy, without clear outlines and boundaries.

The air that got up early in the morning was a little humid and stuffy, and the sky was as gray as if it had been painted over with a pencil, leaving only a very narrow line of cold white streamer wandering on the outline of the distant mountain like a ghost, setting off the forest on the mountain The vegetation is getting darker and darker.

It was going to rain, thick fog was surging, and it was hot and humid.

Ye Wanqiu was lying on the window sill and started to feel drowsy again due to the hot wind with the fresh smell of the forest, but was suddenly awakened by the phone ringing.Confused, she picked it up and fed it, only to find that it was Jian Yuan, her best friend in high school: "Happy birthday, Ye Zi! Come out, see you at the old place, my sister will take you to experience the joy of the adult world!"

Ye Wanqiu moved to the frame, leaned his head on the young man's knees and the red lotus, and replied feebly: "Thank you, Jian Yuan. I've been embroidering for more than ten days. I finally finished it early this morning. , I’m really exhausted.”

"Ten days?" The other party repeated in surprise, and asked sympathetically, "Quickly touch your liver, okay?"

"Not good. I think I can have the funeral in place."

Jian Yuan laughed loudly: "That's fine, I'll come to you after you sleep well."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Zhilan, who had finished packing, knocked on the door: "Wan Qiu, come down to eat after finishing."

"coming."

Pulling out a wrinkled T-shirt that was originally under the pillow and putting it on, he tucked the loose hem into the waistband of the ripped denim shorts. Ye Wanqiu tidied up his messy hair again, and finally carried the embroidery from the upstairs. Run up and down and spread it out on the table.

She took a sip of the iced soy milk on the table, picked up a steamed bun with her chopsticks, and heard Ye Zhilan explaining to Zhang Fang and the others about the store: "Ban Qiu and I probably won't be back until evening, the daytime business You have to take care of it."

"No problem, Sister Lan, don't worry."

Ye Wanqiu turned his head to look at his mother, a little stunned: "Eh? I want to go too?"

"Of course you want to go together." Ye Zhilan said, looking her up, "Go and change clothes before coming down after eating."

"what?"

"Ah, I'm going too, this is going to the temple, dress more formally."

Zhang Fang nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right, if you go to fulfill your wish on your birthday, you should dress a little classier."

"...But I don't think I'm dressed indecently."

"Okay, hurry up!" Ye Zhilan urged her with a smile.Ye Wanqiu stuck out her tongue, drank the iced soy milk in the cup in one gulp, obediently ran up again and changed into a white dress before coming downstairs.

There are only a few buses from the town to the foot of Cuiping Mountain, and then you have to walk up step by step by yourself.Ye Wanqiu hugged the embroidered silk wrapped in red cloth and sat on the stool of the waiting platform, leaning against the billboard in a sleepy state, and occasionally heard Ye Zhilan saying that she hoped that she would be blessed and admitted smoothly this time.

She moved her shoulders, found a more comfortable leaning position and was about to take a nap, and replied in a daze: "If it's true that someone like me wants to take care of the sesame seeds, then he, the third prince, is a god It's too miserable..."

"You..." Ye Zhilan shook her head helplessly, stretched out her hand to push her sweaty hair aside, and wiped off the sweat on her forehead and nose with a tissue.

The rain is still brewing in the dark clouds, the temperature has not been lowered and the humidity is muggy, the mountain is a little cooler than the town, the light is dim and grayish green, and under the towering trees, there are long-leaved grasses growing vigorously together, scattered petals and The feathery leaves all flow lightly down the clear light green river.The thick forest smell was steamed into a net in this high temperature and near-saturated humidity, and surrounded them densely. The sweat that could not evaporate and the heat on their bodies were superimposed on each other. Drowsy as if baked away.

The temple and palace are halfway up the mountain, Ye Wanqiu and his mother rested three times before arriving.It's not how difficult the road is, but the deadly heat makes it difficult to take two more steps, not to mention that Ye Wanqiu was sleepy from staying up late, and the embroidered statue in his arms seemed to be full It seemed to be getting heavier and heavier like water.When he finally arrived at Nezha's Palace, Ye Wanqiu was already dizzy and his soles were weak, and he staggered and fell down as soon as he stepped over the threshold of the gate.

The oncoming guide and Ye Zhilan are old acquaintances, and they knew they would come today early in the morning.Seeing Ye Wanqiu who fell through the door, he quickly ran over to help her up with Ye Zhilan, and said with a smile: "I haven't reached the temple yet, girl, don't be in a hurry to kneel."

Ye Wanqiu became sober after being thrown, and wiped her face in embarrassment: "Hello."

The top note of his body smells like grapefruit, which represents health, the middle note is gentle lemon, and the back note is sweet apple, which symbolizes peace of mind.

"This is a staff member of the palace, Wang Chengning. It's called Uncle Wang." Ye Zhilan patted the dirt on her daughter's skirt and knees, and said gently.

"Hello, Uncle Wang."

"Hello. Come with me."

As the ancestral temple of the third prince confirmed by cross-strait joint research, this Nezha Palace built on Cuiping Mountain covers a total area of ​​more than 1000 square meters. It is an antique building with a concrete structure.Surrounded by verandahs, carved beams and painted buildings, the structure is exquisite and grand.After drinking some water in the side hall, Ye Wanqiu sat on the stool in the red pillar corridor at the entrance of the hall, watching many people coming and going around.

Most of them are not locals, and some of them are obviously from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan by their accents.It is said that the Third Prince God has many believers on Treasure Island on the other side of the strait, and there are cultural and belief exchange activities between the two sides of the strait held here every year.

The smell in the air became complicated with the increase of the number of people, Ye Wanqiu finished drinking the water in his hand, got up and left the place.

She found Ye Zhilan at the entrance of the main hall, and saw that she was opening the red cloth wrapped in her arms, and carefully and respectfully took out the embroidery and handed it to Wang Chengning.When the silk cloth was carefully pulled away to reveal the appearance of the great god of the Santan Haihui, all the surrounding people gathered around to look at it curiously, and they were all amazed.

The unique stitching method and selection of materials used in Shu embroidery make the whole embroidery so delicate and perfect that it is unbelievable. Even the silk threads of the same color system are carefully transitioned and drawn in different shades and distinct shades. The complete grasp of details and details makes the gods in the embroidery have the illusion that they will walk off the silk at any time.

"Can I take a picture, please? This embroidery is really beautiful!"

"You can't take pictures in the Prince's Temple. I'm really sorry. After a while, our other staff will temporarily hang it in the exhibition area outside the Prince's Temple. At that time, it can be photographed."

After finishing speaking, two other staff members with volunteer badges hanging on their chests came over and brought the large piece of Shu embroidery to the exhibition area, and some people in the hall also left.Incense is burning here, and rows of lotus candles are also placed under the statues. The small sparks shine through the veins of the lotus lampshade.

Ye Zhilan waved to the girl at the door: "Come in, Wan Qiu."

She knelt down in front of the statue with Ye Zhilan, clasped her hands together, and listened to her mother's devout prayers.After praying, Wang Chengning took off the golden lotus bead red hairband on Ye Wanqiu's head, and the black and smooth half-length hair immediately covered her shoulders.

When the other party wrote her name on the hairband and threw it into the box beside him, there was a cool wind blowing out from an unknown corner, brushing against the tip of Ye Wanqiu's nose, and fainting a faint sweet and cold fragrance.

Lotus fragrance?

She looked up in surprise, not sure if this smell came from someone here.If so, this is the first time she has smelled this kind of smell on a human body, and she doesn't know what it means.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Ye Zhilan noticed something strange about her.

"It's nothing..." She shook her head, sniffed the air carefully, and found that the faint lotus fragrance had disappeared again.

strangeness.

She touched the tip of her nose, wondering if she had hallucinations just now.

At this time, more and more people came in to kneel down and pray for blessings.Because the third prince has always been regarded as the protector of children, there are many believers who bring their children to worship and adopt him as a goddaughter or godson to protect the children until they reach adulthood.In addition, many people who work in the transportation industry and in the military and police will also come.

Everyone who came to the temple had expectations and intentions. They all exuded the sweet and greasy scent of spices that represented the desire/demand and devotion in their hearts, accumulated in the stuffy air, and it was choking and strong.

Ye Wanqiu was forced to cover his mouth and nose by the overly strong smell, coughed in a low voice, exited the main hall of the Prince's Temple, and walked alone to the backyard where there were few people.She watched along the stone murals all the way, and the people around her gradually became rarer.

When she stepped through a round arch with a red frame, the hazy sky suddenly brightened, followed by a muffled thunder that rolled over the clouds, and the dark clouds piled up on top.The mountain wind blowing into her arms suddenly faded away the unbearable heat, passing through the long and dark covered bridge in front of her, it became cool and suitable, easily dispelling the heat on her body, with a clear and obvious lotus flower aroma.

It was as if the step she had just taken had directly stepped from the hot summer at the end of July to the sunny day of spring.

Ye Wanqiu came outside from the corridor looking for the sweet scent of lotus, and saw from a distance an open pool full of pink and white lotus flowers built behind a row of tall green juniper trees.The wind blows from the direction of the valley, brushes past the lotus in the pond, and blows the face with bursts of fragrance.

Buddhism has always regarded lotus as a sacred object in Buddhism, and the third prince is a young god with both Buddhism and Taoism. In mythology, he was reborn from both lotus and lotus root. There will be such a large lotus in his palace Chi couldn't be more normal.

only……

Ye Wanqiu walked to the lotus pond, looked around, a little strange: "Why is no one coming here?" Obviously, it is much cooler and more beautiful here than outside.

When she was still wondering, a snow-white cat jumped down from the juniper tree behind her, and her golden pupils were as bright as frozen sunlight.Ye Wanqiu looked at it in surprise, knelt down and looked at it and waved: "Hey, come here."

The white cat stared at her proudly, like a predator scrutinizing its prey.

Felines are very proud and difficult to get close to. Ye Wanqiu didn't think it would take care of him, but just wanted to tease it.But she didn't expect that when she was about to get up, the white cat actually came to her feet, patted the toe of her shoe twice with its furry paws, and raised its head to glance at her arrogantly.

Ye Wanqiu was entertained by its cute appearance, and reached out to stroke its back gently.

The cat's coat color is very beautiful and clean, not like a stray cat, and there is a red rope with a bell hanging around its neck, it should be raised by a staff member in the palace.

Ye Wanqiu rubbed his fingers against its face, sat leisurely and quietly by the lotus pond for a while, dipped his hand into the pool water, and flicked on the cat, smiling as he watched it avoid it in disgust, combing his hair with his pink tongue, Get up and say to it: "I'm going back, if I don't leave, my mother will find me, and I will come to play with you next time."

After finishing speaking, she briskly ran back to the entrance of the Prince's Temple along the road she had just come from, and saw Ye Zhilan with an anxious face: "Mom, I'm here."

"Where did you go?! Your Uncle Wang and I searched everywhere but couldn't find you!"

"Eh? I'm at the lotus pond in the back."

"What lotus pond?"

"It's over there." Ye Wanqiu pointed to the direction he came from just now, "I haven't been there for long."

"It's almost three o'clock, and you have been gone for four hours. How long has it been?"

"Four hours?!" Ye Wanqiu repeated in surprise, "Impossible, I just walked over and played with a cat for a while, how could there be four hours?"

"Check the time on your phone yourself." Ye Zhilan frowned and blamed, "I called you and you didn't answer. If I can't find it after a while, I have to call the police."

"But……"

Ye Wanqiu took out his phone, and it did show that it was [-]:[-] p.m., and there were more than a dozen missed calls marked "Mom".

She was speechless for a while, obviously she had only been away for a short time, and she didn't hear any ringtones at all, why...

Could it be that the place she just went to, that lotus pond, that cat...

Ye Wanqiu stared at the time on the phone, and suddenly felt a chill in the hot weather at the end of July.

Or was she really just playing around and forgot the time, and there was something wrong with her phone so she didn't hear the ringtone?

"Okay, okay, just come back." Wang Chengning on the side comforted, "Nezha's palace has a large area, and some people get lost for a while. Just find it. You go home, I'm afraid you will have to leave later." It's raining."

Ye Zhilan sighed: "I just took off the life belt and ran away, are you trying to scare me to death?"

"I'm sorry Mom, I might..." Ye Wanqiu turned off the phone, his face was pale, his voice was as flimsy as his eyes, "I might have gone too far just now, and I didn't notice the time for a while."

"Come on, let's go back."

"Well, go home."

They bid farewell to Wang Chengning, went down the mountain and took a ride back to the embroidery shop, just in time for the busiest business.Zhang Fang, who was overwhelmed by the crowd, saw them from afar as if seeing a savior, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Sister Lan! Sister Lan, come and help us!"

The busy store business made Ye Wanqiu temporarily not in the mood to think about the weird incident just now.Together with Song Wenjiao, she led the customers to pick out various patterns and embroidery in the store, recommended suitable cheongsams and other handmade gifts for customers, recorded various information about the order, and kept running until almost 10:30 in the evening. down.

After finally returning to the room, she was exhausted and ready to go to bed, but she received a message from Jian Yuan:

"Damn! The first batch of admission results are here! You idiot, go and check your admission results. If you have to fill in the application form, hurry up!"

Seeing this news, Ye Wanqiu lost all sleepiness immediately, jumped up from the bed and turned on the computer to log in to the website.

Ten minutes later, she got her admission result.

It was Yida who called her half a month ago, and his major was history.

She took a picture of the result and sent it to Jian Yuan. She let out a sigh of relief, just closed the computer and fell backwards, smashing herself into the bed.

The clear sound of rain gradually sounded outside the window.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, your lotus will appear on the stage. I am indeed a long-winded and long-winded writer...