Under Han Jianing's gaze, Gu Xiayang pulled out a neatly stacked roll of chiffon from his sleeve and placed it on the table.

Han Jianing's eyes widened instantly. This pattern was so familiar to her!

This is what she has seen the most every day in the past few days. She reached out and quickly picked it up and looked at it. After a while, a fire ignited in her eyes.

"It seems that you have figured out the key. Now you understand why I don't want your cloth even if it is a low price and many years of relationship."

Gu Xiayang drank tea elegantly, with incomprehensible emotion in his eyes, and slowly looked at Han Jianing.

Han Jianing held the small piece of chiffon in her hands and took a deep breath. She was about to explode with anger. "This is someone deliberately digging a hole to harm my Han family!"

"In the eyes of outsiders, isn't it that your Han family can't handle this job?"

"Then they can't plagiarize it!" Han Jianing threw the piece of chiffon on the table in disgust.

"What evidence do you have?"

Gu Xiayang's words made Han Jianing purse her lips. Even though she could tell at a glance that the chiffon fabric was copied from her tie-dye design, as Gu Xiayang said, she had no evidence.

The reason why this item was returned is because the tie-dye technology is uncontrollable and there is no way to position the pattern exactly the same, which is incomparable with this kind of computer printing.

Although her products are far better than the plagiarized chiffon in front of me in terms of material, fabric and exquisiteness, the fact that they can mass produce exactly the same products in large quantities is a win.

“Am I going to let people pirate our skills without any evidence?

Painting a tiger cannot be compared to a dog. How can there be any market for such a generous thing that makes people laugh?" Han Jianing said with a bit of contempt and disdain.

Gu Xiayang put down the teacup with a serious look on his face.

"They can do what you can't do, and they can do it at a low price. The piece of chiffon in front of you can cost just a few yuan. Is your tie-dye good?"

"How can this be."

Even if Han Jianing has not been exposed to tie-dying in these years, he still knows that with a unit price of a few yuan, it is impossible to make it. The plant dyes alone are ridiculously expensive, let alone the labor.

"Han Jianing, if you haven't paid attention to traditional crafts in these years, you don't know what kind of difficulties we are facing. The squeeze of the external market and the erosion of our traditional culture. Internal successors are facing the cessation of inheritance.

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These are not as simple as you think, just to make up a business, or to directly join forces to find a long-term partner."

Gu Xiayang had something to say and stabbed Han Jianing deeply.

There was a layer of fire in her eyes, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She jumped up and pointed her slender finger at Gu Xiayang, "That's enough for you! You are a great successor. I just gave up the inheritance.

Was it hurt like this by you?

I also know that the market is difficult now, but what do you want from me? If grandpa hadn't been angry and sick this time, I wouldn't have come back."

Han Jianing's emotions were so excited that she suppressed the pain and sorrow in her heart, endured the tears with some grievance, and turned away.

"You shouldn't have come back. What else can you do if you come back now besides going on a blind date? Are you willing to do it, Han Jianing?"

Gu Xiayang looked at her stiff back, unspeakable emotions flashing across his eyes.

Han Jianing's heart was getting colder. In this July day when the sun was shining brightly, she felt the coldness that penetrated her bones. Her long eyelashes covered up the disappointment in her eyes and said in a suppressed voice: "Whether I am willing to give in, what do I have to do with you?"

relation."

Gu Xiayang was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked to the wall on the side of the teahouse.

There are many photos hanging here. The owner of the teahouse is an old local of Wuzhen, and we are already very familiar with each other. The photos on the wall also tell the history of Wuzhen's changes in the past few decades.

His eyes were fixed on one of the photos. In the photo, he looked young and sunny, and Han Jianing standing next to him was even sweeter.

This is a photo of the two of them when they were fifteen years old, when they were both emerging.

There was nostalgia and tenderness in Gu Xiayang's eyes.

Han Jianing followed his gaze and looked over.

When she saw that Gu Xiayang seemed to be touching the photo, she ran over in panic and tried to slap his hand away, but accidentally knocked the photo down.

"Bang!"

The picture frame shattered and the glass scattered.

Han Jianing knelt down to pick it up, but Gu Xiayang grabbed her hand and said, "Be careful!"

The sharp glass cut their fingers, and blood dripped down.

It fell on the photo, blurring the figure.

In an instant, the two of them felt like their world was spinning!

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"Gu Xiayang?"

Han Jianing covered her head and struggled to open her eyes, but was suddenly stunned.

This is……

Grandparents’ house?

Is she dreaming?

Han Jianing was shocked to see the period decoration, the Seagull clock hanging on the wall, and the desk that his grandfather had made himself. There were also flowers on it that she had scratched out with a knife during vandalism when she was a child.

Han Jianing looked in disbelief. She reached out and stroked the ugly little flower. The pitted wood pressed against her fingertips. In an instant, memories broke through the barriers of time and enveloped Han Jianing.

She was clearly on a blind date with Gu Xiayang in a teahouse just now, so why did she end up at her grandparents' house in the blink of an eye?

Something always feels wrong.

Han Jianing leaned aside a little weakly because of her headache. Her mind was confused and she still hadn't figured out the situation.

"Han Jianxin, what's wrong with you? I told you to be careful and act in front of your parents. Why did you move your hands? Now Ning Ning hurts her head, and her parents will definitely be angry!"

"Han Jianfang, it was obviously you who asked me to make trouble, but it was you who pushed Ning Ning over, and why it got into your mouth, it's all my fault!"

"I don't care, it's you who are stupid. You have wasted such a good opportunity today."

"How can you blame me for this? You are also at fault!"

There was a fierce quarrel downstairs. Han Jianing sat on the ground and listened. She recognized the voices of her maid and her uncle. She touched the swelling on her forehead and the memories in her mind began to return.

She remembered!

She remembered that her parents had just divorced at this time, and she lived alone in her grandparents' old house.

It happened that the old house near Dongshan Road was demolished, which caused the aunt and uncle to run to the grandparents' house.

At that time, she happened to be very upset because of the matter with Gu Xiayang. She just wanted to escape from it all as soon as possible. She didn't want to fight for anything, not even taking on the responsibility of the successor. Faced with the dissuasion of her grandparents, she finally escaped.

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My college entrance examination choice was changed to a university in Shanghai. For the next ten years, I no longer paid attention to anything in Wuzhen except when I had to go back to Wuzhen for unavoidable things.

Later, the girl got her share of the house as she wished, and Han Jiawen, the younger sister of the uncle's family, was forced to start learning tie-dying.

Han Jianing quickly got up from the ground, opened the desk drawer, took out her grandma's pink plastic mirror, and looked at herself.

In the mirror, there is a young and beautiful face, with curved eyebrows, watery eyes, and a pair of sparkling eyes. Although the eyebrows have not yet opened, it can already be seen that she is a beautiful woman.

There was redness and swelling on my forehead, which made me feel a little pity for him.

Han Jianing touched her face in disbelief, reached out and pinched it, "It hurts... to tear it apart."

It’s not a dream!

Have I traveled through time?

"Han Jianxin, why don't we send Ningning to the hospital first, so that dad won't be angry with us when he comes back."

Han Jianfang's mind became active again.

"I'm not going." Han Jianxin sat astride the bench and refused to move.

Han Jianing opened the door a crack and listened to the familiar quarrel below, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes filled with excitement.

Thinking of her previous persecution and her accusations against her father, Han Jianing felt angry.

My dear maid, let me come and meet you!


Chapter completed!