Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan's studio was silent. She sat quietly in front of the workbench, holding a carving knife in her hand, staring intently at the enamel work in front of her.

This was her last chance, and she knew she couldn't fail.

Master Sun Yat-sen stood behind her, looking at her back, his eyes full of anticipation.

He knew that this girl had unlimited possibilities, and as long as she persisted, she would succeed.

"Wanwan, you have to believe in yourself," Master Zhongshan encouraged. "You have made great progress. As long as you persevere, you will succeed."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, took a deep breath, and then began to carefully carve the bamboo pattern.

Her technique became more and more skillful, and under her control, the blade moved across the enamel as smoothly as flowing water.

Master Zhongshan looked at her work with surprise in his eyes.

He saw Zhou Wanwan's progress, her persistence, and her hard work.

While she was carving bamboo leaves, she accidentally cut her finger, and the blood immediately stained her work red.

Zhou Wanwan's eyes lost focus in an instant, her hands trembled, and she didn't know what to do.

She looked at the blood on her fingers and tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.

"Teacher, I messed up again." Zhou Wanwan's voice was tearful, and her mood fell to the bottom again.

Master Zhongshan looked at her with concern in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but just walked over and gently patted Zhou Wanwan on the shoulder.

"Wanwan, don't be discouraged," Master Zhongshan's voice was gentle but firm, "It was just a small accident, you can try again."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Master Zhongshan with doubt in her eyes.

She didn't know if she could hold on any longer. She felt as if her efforts were always being denied.

"Teacher, can I really do this?" Zhou Wanwan asked, her voice full of uncertainty.

Master Zhongshan looked at her with a determined look in his eyes. "Of course, Wanwan," he said, "as long as you persist, you will succeed."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, she knew she couldn't give up anymore.

She wiped away her tears, picked up the carving knife again, and started another attempt.

Her technique became more skillful, her eyes more determined. She was no longer afraid of failure, she was only afraid that she would not try again.

As time went by, Zhou Wanwan's work was gradually completed. She looked at her work with a look of surprise in her eyes.

She knew that this was her best work, and she knew that she had succeeded.

Master Zhongshan came over and looked at her work, his eyes full of pride. "Wanwan, you did it," he said, "You really succeeded."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Master Zhongshan, and tears flowed down again. This time, it was no longer tears of failure, but the joy of success.

"Thank you, teacher," Zhou Wanwan said, "It is your encouragement that kept me from giving up."

Master Zhongshan smiled and patted Zhou Wanwan on the shoulder. "Wanwan, this is what I should do," he said, "You are my pride."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Master Zhongshan with gratitude in her heart. She knew that her success was inseparable from Master Zhongshan's teaching and encouragement.

"Teacher, I will continue to work hard," Zhou Wanwan said, "I want to become the best enamel artist."

Master Zhongshan smiled and looked at Zhou Wanwan with expectation in his eyes. "I believe in you, Wanwan," he said, "you can definitely realize your dream."

Zhou Wanwan stood at the entrance of the enamel art exhibition, her heart beating faster.

Her fairy pendant works are arranged at the core of the exhibition, surrounded by works by top enamel artists from all over the world.

Her palms were slightly sweaty, and she felt both anticipation and uneasiness in her heart.

"Wanwan, you look very nervous." A familiar voice came from behind. Zhou Wanwan turned around and saw Master Zhongshan standing behind her with a smile.

"Teacher, I'm really nervous." Zhou Wanwan said softly, with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

Master Zhongshan patted her shoulder gently and said, "Wanwan, remember, you have done your best. No matter what the result is, you have proved your ability."

Zhou Wanwan nodded, took a deep breath, and followed Master Zhongshan into the exhibition hall.

Her works are placed in an exquisite display cabinet, and under the light, the elf pendants sparkle with charming light.

The audience around stopped and exclaimed in admiration.

"This is so beautiful!" exclaimed a middle-aged lady, her eyes fixed on the elf pendant.

"Yes, this design that incorporates enamel craftsmanship is really unique." A man next to him agreed.

Zhou Wanwan felt a warm current in her heart when she heard these compliments. She looked at Master Zhongshan gratefully, and the latter smiled and nodded, motioning her to continue forward.

However, at this moment, a discordant voice broke the harmonious atmosphere.

"This kind of work can be exhibited? What a joke!" A sharp voice came from the crowd. Zhou Wanwan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a well-dressed middle-aged man with a disdainful expression on his face.

Zhou Wanwan's heart sank as she recognized him as Mr. Li, a famous enamel artist whose works enjoyed an international reputation.

Mr. Li walked up to Zhou Wanwan's work and sneered, "This kind of crude craftsmanship is not worthy of being here."

Zhou Wanwan's face turned pale in an instant and she felt weak.

Master Zhongshan stepped forward and said calmly: "Mr. Li, every artist has his own style and innovation. Although Wanwan's works are young, they are full of spirituality and creativity."