Ying Shao is a Girl

"You pick your own room and pack your things. I'm going out."

Ying Junchu's eyes fell on the rows of empty rooms on the second floor.

"Where to go?"

The question came out of his mouth, shocking even himself.

Shouldn't ask.

After all, she is so busy.

"Something's wrong." The expression on Ying Junchu's face did not change at all.

Still expressionless.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, and Ying Jun had already left the hall early.

What is he doing?

She should be allowed to bring an umbrella.

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Ling Yiche chose the room on the far right side of the corridor.

Bright and ventilated.

This is perfect for looking at written assignments.

Ying Junchu's room is on the far left side of the corridor.

There was a long corridor between them.

Ling Yiche began to organize his things seriously.

Most of them are about Shao Yun.

Can't bear to throw it away.

Just keep it in mind.

Shao Yun's ancestor was a famous embroiderer. She was a royal embroiderer in the past and was known as "the best embroiderer in the capital".

Shao Yun inherited the weaving and embroidery skills inherited from her ancestors. Her skills are outstanding and she is the best among all the women. She is a very powerful embroiderer.

She also loves embroidery personally.

However, due to some reasons, she herself retired from the market and did not appear in front of others. All her embroideries have not been handed down to the world and are only collected as personal hobbies.

Gradually, people thought that the famous weaving and embroidery skills had been lost.

There is a saying in the group training: the skills of weaving and embroidery are only passed on to women, not to men.

Shao Yun broke this rule and taught Ling Yiche his weaving and embroidery skills.

So now Ling Yiche can also weave and embroider, but his skills are immature.

However, after Shao Yun passed away, there really was no more "No. 1 embroiderer in Beijing" in this world.

Shao Yun left many embroidery items for Ling Yiche when she was still sick.

These embroideries were all embroidered by Shao Yun before. Ever since she got sick in a car accident, she has never embroidered anything again.

He still clearly remembered that whenever his mother was doing embroidery, her eyes would always sparkle. She must have loved embroidery very much.

But her embroidery was only shown to Ling Yiche. Other than that, no one else had seen her embroidery.

He was very confused, why didn't his mother make her embroidery public to the world? Since you like it so much, why not become an embroiderer?

Whenever he asked this, my mother always sighed and shook her head, with deep regret in her eyes.

These doubts may no longer be known.

They will remain a secret forever.

Nobody cares.

Ling Yiche sorted out all the embroidery, folded it and put it in a sandalwood box.

Apart from the wooden comb, this was probably the only thing my mother left for herself.

Be sure to keep it well.

Ling Yiche's hand paused.

What's this?

Lying quietly in the sandalwood box was a light blue cloth bag embroidered with small white flowers.

There are two snow-white tassels on the bag.

Small and exquisite.

About the size of a palm.

The young man's fair and slender fingers gently pulled the rope on the bag.

A small white note folded into a square fell out.

Ling Yiche unfolded the note.

It's a piece of paper.

The neat but aesthetically pleasing handwriting at the beginning was familiar to him.

That's my mother's handwriting.

But whose are the soft and beautiful hairpin flowers in small regular script at the back?

It was very unfamiliar handwriting, he was pretty sure he had never seen it before.

Ling Yiche read it carefully with questions in his mind.

---Dear Lingling, when you see this letter, I may no longer be alive. I'm sorry and sorry about this matter. The words below are still written by me, and that is my real handwriting. As for why I have to hide many things from you, my mother has her own reasons, and she cannot tell you in person. You need to find the answer yourself.