Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat in her small jewelry shop, holding a piece of clay in her hand, her eyes focused and determined.

Her fingers gently kneaded the clay, as if she was talking to it.

The light in the store was soft, shining on her slightly tired face, but it couldn't hide the light in her eyes.

"Wanwan, what new things are you doing?" Qianqian pushed open the shop door and walked in hurriedly.

She was wearing a loose T-shirt and her jeans were stained with paint of various colors, and she had obviously just come out of her studio.

Zhou Wanwan looked up at her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I'm studying the gestures of clay dolls, and I want to add something new to the store."

Qianqian walked up to her and looked down at the clay in her hand: "Clay doll? Can this thing be sold?"

"Try it," Zhou Wanwan said softly, "I think they have a unique charm."

Qian Qian curled her lips, obviously not believing it: "You already have enough jewelry in this store, if you add these messy things, aren't you afraid of scaring away customers?"

Zhou Wanwan smiled and did not refute. She knew Qianqian was worried about her business, but she also believed in her intuition.

Clay doll jewelry is something she has been thinking about recently. She feels that there is some secret hidden in it, a secret that can make her jewelry store business better and better.

"You are always so stubborn," Qianqian sighed, "But since you have made up your mind, I have nothing to say."

Zhou Wanwan put down the clay in her hand and looked up at Qianqian: "Thank you, Qianqian."

Qianqian waved her hand: "Why thank me? We are best friends. But you have to promise me that if this clay doll can't be sold, you have to come back and sell jewelry."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, but secretly made up her mind to make these clay dolls the signature product of the store.

In the next few days, Zhou Wanwan spent almost all her time on the clay dolls.

She came to the shop early every day, closed the door, and concentrated on kneading the clay.

Her fingers danced quickly on the clay, as if she was talking to them.

Qianqian would occasionally come to the store to see her, and every time she came she couldn't help but shake her head: "Wanwan, what the hell are you doing?"

Zhou Wanwan just smiled and said nothing. She knew Qianqian didn't understand her persistence, but she didn't need Qianqian's understanding either.

She just needs to do her own thing, and leave the rest to time.

A few days later, Zhou Wanwan finally completed her first clay doll.

She placed it in the shop window and examined it carefully. The clay doll had a very special gesture, with its fingers slightly bent, as if beckoning something.

Zhou Wanwan looked at the clay dolls in the window, her heart filled with anticipation and anxiety.

She knew that this clay doll was the result of her hard work, but she had no idea whether it would be recognized by customers.

Just then, the shop door was gently pushed open and Master Zhongshan walked in.

He is a ceramics master in his sixties and also Zhou Wanwan's teacher. His presence always makes Zhou Wanwan feel inexplicably at ease.

"Wanwan, I heard that you are making clay dolls?" Master Zhongshan asked with a smile, his voice gentle but powerful.

Zhou Wanwan nodded and looked at the teacher nervously: "Yes, teacher. I want to add some novelty to the store, so I tried to make a few clay dolls."

Master Sun Yat-sen walked to the window and looked at the clay doll carefully.

There was a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Yes, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. However, I have a suggestion."

Zhou Wanwan immediately pricked up her ears, looking forward to the teacher's guidance: "Teacher, you say."

"Look, this clay doll has a very special gesture, with its fingers slightly bent, as if beckoning something."

Master Zhongshan pointed to the clay doll and said, "I think you can try to make it look like an earring."

Zhou Wanwan was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled: "Earrings? But, clay dolls and earrings..."

Master Zhongshan smiled and explained: "Although clay dolls are unique, they may not be easily accepted by the public as ornaments.

But if it is made into earrings, it not only retains its uniqueness, but also makes it a fashionable piece of jewelry.”

Zhou Wanwan's eyes lit up, as if she saw a new path: "Teacher, you are right! Why didn't I think of it?"

Master Zhongshan patted her on the shoulder and encouraged her: "Give it a try. I believe you can do it."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, her heart full of confidence. She decided to start trying right away to make the clay doll into earrings.

In the next few days, Zhou Wanwan spent almost all her time on this new project.

She came to the shop early every day, closed the door, and concentrated on kneading the clay.

Her fingers danced quickly on the clay, as if she was talking to them.