Since then, I will not pay in vain

one year later.

Haicheng.

Alley Garden.

"Heart Ballad." Wearing a long red dress, Mo Piaopiao walked in with a fairy air, his face was full of joy, "The documents in the city have been approved, and the election of Xiuniang can begin."

Jiang Xinyao's brows were light, and she was sitting by the thread frame with her jade fingers fluttering up and down. She was wearing a Chinese-style light blue cheongsam, cloth shoes, jade bracelets and jade earrings, making her look like an orchid blooming in spring, elegant and fragrant.

"Oh, that's good." She replied lightly without raising her head.

"Heart Ballad." Mo Piaopiao walked up and snatched the silk thread from her hand, "Pack up your things, follow me to Nancheng tomorrow, the champion must be you."

Jiang Xinyao lazily said, "Piao Piao, I'm not interested in the championship."

"You may not be interested, but have you ever thought about your mother? Have you ever thought about the future of Aijia embroidery?" Mo Piaopiao looked serious, "I know you don't want those false names, but if you want to share the Aijia and Nanhang's To develop embroidery, you must win the championship. This competition is broadcast on multiple channels around the world, and it is a good opportunity to show off. You must pay attention to it in order to fulfill your mother's long-cherished wish and bring Suzhou embroidery abroad."

Jiang Xinyao was stunned, and when she mentioned her mother, her eyes turned red.

A year ago, she took her vegetative mother Ai Xihui back to Ai's house in Haicheng and began to take care of her carefully. She asked a famous teacher to treat her, but she still hasn't woken up.

Ai Xihui was originally one of the three famous drawing embroidery masters in Nanhang, a master embroidery artist, a master of arts and crafts, and an inheritor of young and intangible culture, but after marrying into the Jiang family in Nancheng, she became the young grandmother of the Jiang family and washed her hands I made soup and concentrated on serving my husband.

Jiang Xinyao started to learn embroidery at a very young age under the careful guidance of Ai Xihui. Her mother's strictness and precepts and deeds made her hand embroidery very good. There is no one in the whole of Jiangnan that can match her.

"Xinyao, whether you want to or not, you must participate, and I won't allow you to give up." Seeing that Jiang Xinyao still didn't speak, Mo Piaopiao dragged her towards the bedroom without any explanation, "I've already paid for the air ticket. After buying it, tell me, will you go with me by yourself, or will I tie you up? You can choose one or the other, there is no choice.”

"Okay, I agree to go." Jiang Xinyao pursed her lips tightly, her eyes shining brightly, yes, Piao Piao was right, even if it wasn't for Nanxiu, she had to do it for her mother, and she would sacrifice her mother's life The long-cherished wish is fulfilled, the most important thing is the Phoenix King...

"That's right." Seeing that she agreed, Mo Piaopiao was overjoyed, hugged her and kissed her, "Hurry up and clean things up."

"Crazy." Jiang Xinyao touched the saliva on her face, gave her a blank look, and said angrily, "Not serious."

Mo Piaopiao put his hands on his palms and bent over smiling.

Haicheng Hospital.

Ai Xihui's face was pale, and she lay motionless on the hospital bed. Her handsome face had delicate features, and she could vaguely see the charm of a generation of famous ladies and artists.

"Mom, get well soon, please, Ai's embroidery needs you." Ai Xihui held her mother's hand in both hands and put it on her face, her eyes filled with tears. Going to Nancheng to participate in the Nanxiu election contest, don't worry, I will definitely show your life's hard work 'Feng Qiu Wang' to the world, and help you find that 'him', but you have to wake up quickly take a look."

Ai Xihui was still lying motionless, unconscious.

Jiang Xin Yao burst into tears.