Jin Yi Ji

Jin Yi Ji BYannafriesta

作品 简介

This is a story about Nagoya textile girls.

Main character Shimagawa Yukiko Aizawa Asami

Tags go deep / different world overhead / antique

Part I

In the Japanese-style room in the winter afternoon, under the propped up window lattice, a quiet sunlight casts down.When you open your eyes, you can see the dust flying in the air, and the spinning wheel not far away is silent in the shadows.Close your eyes, there is a slight sound, the touch of silk thread, and the woman's gentle breathing.The world is like nothing else.

Her sleeves brushed over her shoulders, casting a small shadow.However there was no sound.

It would be nice to be able to keep quiet like this forever. . .

There is the touch of a gentle hand, gently stroking the edge of the cheek.It is not a delicate fingertip, but it is so warm that it is nostalgic.

Yukiko. . .Yukiko. . .

It seemed that she smiled slightly.But that's okay.

So she rested her hands on the hollows of her shoulder blades, her face felt slightly cool, and her gentle breath lingered in her ears.

"Ah," Qingxue opened her eyes and met the other's eyes, and she smiled slightly, "I fell asleep. I'm sorry."

But she shook her head, just smiled and put the clothes in her hands, Qingxue was a little at a loss, but after she opened them, she saw a branch of white plum finely outlined with dark lines on the frayed skirt, sticking out along the neckline .Qingxue couldn't help reaching out to touch the fine stitches, "It's so beautiful." Looking up, she saw her smiling softly. "Thank you, Yukiko."

She shook her head, smiling and putting her hands on her shoulders.The touch of those hands.Qingxue couldn't help hugging her for some reason.

"Yukiko..."

Someone knocked lightly on the door. "Sunshine."

"I see." Qingxue just straightened her clothes, looked up and saw Lian standing at the door holding on to the door.Even in the darkness of the backlight, Lian's eyes can feel staying on his neckline. "I'll be right here."

"Well, Fujino is waiting." When she walked to her side, Rei looked at Yukiko who was behind Qingxue and said, "Axue, you dote on her too much." However, the corners of her mouth curled up.

"It doesn't matter." Lian reached out and took her hands together.Such a pair of hands.Lian thought.Her hands are just like her. "Everything will be fine."

Hearing this sentence, Yukiko lowered her head silently, watching her hands being held by the soft and slender hands of a geisha, her hands were so soft and warm, Yukiko thought, but her smile couldn't help but turned into tears.She let her hand be held, finally shook her head lightly, turned her head and walked into the empty room that had already dimmed.

Lian looked at her, then looked at the silent night sky outside the window, without moonlight, and said after a while, "Please close the window. It's too cold at night."

The figure in the darkness was silent for a moment, then slowly walked to the window and lowered the sash.At this time Lian lit the lamp.Under the orange-yellow light, on the golden belt hanging from the corner of the spinning wheel, scarlet patterns hang down from the heights like blood-colored waterfalls, tearing and filling the shining golden color, which is so intense that it makes people feel painful .

As if overwhelmed by the red color, Lian was silent for a while, stretching out his hand to try to touch the fine stitches, but his hand stopped in mid-air.That's the wound.

"Axue..." Lian couldn't help but sigh.

In the silent night, only the snow fell quietly, gradually burying the earth.

Part I

"Hey, is that Ashe from Nagoya?" Chiyo asked as if suddenly remembering.

"Yes." Lian said.

"It's really from Nagoya! Let me tell you, that kind of craftsmanship can't be found anywhere!" Chiyo stared with a "wow" expression, and Lian found it interesting. "When did she say that?"

"I knew it from the beginning. Her belt is very special. Don't you think?" Lian asked.

"Style? Color?" Chiyo looked down at her belt.She's always favored gorgeous styles, the kind of blonde that goes well with her sparkly hair.Rei looked at Chiyo and smiled. "wrong?"

"It's more than that. It's hard to say how special it is, but you can tell by looking at her hands."

"Yes." Chiyo showed a surprised expression. "It looks like the hands of a worker."

"At first glance, it was the hand of a gentle person." A nostalgic smile appeared on Lian's face, and he lowered his head and quietly folded his hands.

is it?

Yukiko only knows that she was considered a clumsy girl since she was a child.With her mediocre appearance, even if she is sold on the grass market, she probably won't fetch a good price.She didn't know how much she bought it for, but she only remembered that she grew up in Shimagawa's parents since she was a child, and she was a bought girl.If all goes well, when she is seventeen or eighteen years old, she will marry the youngest son of the Shimagawa family.She had thought so every day before.No matter how she is treated in this family, she belongs here, and of course the future will be the same.However, at the age of 12, the youngest son of the Shimagawa family contracted tuberculosis and died within two months.For the death of this person who should become her future husband, Yukiko didn't have much emotion at first, until one day, she was called to the elders of the family and heard them say that she would resell her at the next market .

sell?where to go

Fear suddenly rushed to the face, and the future was dark.She fell to her knees, crying, please let me stay, do anything, be the lowest servant, I can do anything, just let me stay at the Shimagawa house.

No, you are not from the Shimagawa family.you go.

In vain.She was dragged into a dark hut and imprisoned, waiting like a slaughtered animal for the market at the end of the month.Sneering sneers flowed from the mouths of the lowest servants.She lived in despair, thinking to herself, what price would she be sold this time?

Knowing that one day, a woman named Shimagawa Mina came to her and opened the door for her.She couldn't help but grab her hand tightly like a collapse. "What a strength, Yukiko!" Mina looked at her unbeautiful hands and smiled. Yukiko was a little puzzled for a moment, and then noticed how rough, strange and abrupt the other's hands were.But she said, "Would you like to come with me? Come and help me in my shop."

Hearing this, Yukiko couldn't help shedding tears of joy.Immediately those hands saved her, and she held them tightly, not wanting to let go.

In the days that followed, she hadn't imagined at that time that her hands would become rough day by day just like Mei Cai's.

Mina Shimagawa, who lives in a lively market in Nagoya, runs a Shitachiya.After her husband died, she made a living by running an official house.The small shop has a good business and is very popular among the neighbors.Because of Shimagawa Meicai’s excellent craftsmanship, many foreign businessmen will buy all kinds of belts from her home, including simple and elegant ordinary half-width belts, and long belts with fine patterns and double-sided gold thread pinching. And feet.This kind of craftsmanship, especially her delicate and unique stitches, first-class embroidery, coupled with the simple and elegant tailoring, and the rich flavor of the design, make this Shimagawa house very popular.

When Yukiko first came to the store, she saw a girl of her age with a high bun in the store greeting her when she entered the door. "Ah, aunt, you're back." She nodded at Shimagawa Mina, and immediately said to a customer who was walking into the store next to her, "Welcome, what do you want to see?" Yukiko secretly looked at the clothes The neat girl greeted the guests with an adult tone, but happened to meet her glance back at her, couldn't help lowering her head, seeing her messy clothes, she couldn't help but secretly pulled them up with her hands.But Mei Cai behind her pushed her forward, and Yukiko had no choice but to walk up to the girl, and raised her head timidly, "Asami, come and meet Yukiko, you know, it's a pity that the family originally said it was Saburo's daughter-in-law." Yes. It just so happens that I brought her here to help you in the store, and she can be with you, don't you think it's just right?" Mei Cai said, pushing Yukiko forward again.

"Oh." The girl named Chaomei glanced at her blankly, then lowered her head and fiddled with the work in her hand.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. My name is Yukiko Shimagawa..." Yukiko said quickly, her voice almost drowned in the noise in the store.But she heard it.Yukiko couldn't help feeling more nervous.When she heard her name just now, the girl's face seemed to twitch.Or maybe I misread it, and it was the first time I met someone. —but why was she angry?

In the following time, Mei Cai led the two of them into the workshop and asked Asami to teach Yukiko to familiarize herself with the working environment.You Xizi looked around the workshop and saw the thimbles on the table, the half-embroidered belt hanging on the rack, the silk threads of various colors and the cloth heads all around. Looking around, she found that Asami had already sat down silently, picked up a piece of cloth to support her The silk is buried in embroidery.She frowned, but her hands were fast, and Yukiko couldn't help looking at the densely packed stitches, but suddenly found that Asami's hands looked surprisingly rough.When she realized it, Yukiko found that she was holding that hand, but was knocked down with a "slap" in the next second.

"I--"

"A person like you deserves to be called Shimagawa." Asami's shrill voice sounded particularly harsh in the closed workshop.Yukiko couldn't say anything, she could only stare at the door panel behind Asami.Loud voices came from the shop outside the door.She looked down at her hands and wondered why they were the way they were.

To Mei Cai's surprise, as the Shimagawa family said, this girl named Yukiko has nothing but good things to do.In less than three months, Yukiko has been able to do some simple work.