27: Chapter 27 Tang Yun Embroidery
27 -27 Tang Yun Embroidery
Gu Zhiqi left so quickly that the crew didn’t even have time to thank her before she disappeared from their sight.
Everyone looked in the direction Gu Zhiqi had vanished and once again wondered if the young girl was some kind of recluse with extraordinary abilities.
The director, Fang Mu, who was on good terms with Tang Yichen, tried to probe a little, but in the end, he only learned the name of the young girl.
If it had been any other day, given the relationship between Tang Yichen and Fang Mu, Tang Yichen would have certainly dragged him into gossiping about Gu Zhiqi, but today he wasn’t in the mood.
He was still preoccupied with the fact that Su Yunling had spent six million to have his fortune told.
“Third Brother, you really believe what that girl said?” Tang Yichen started with a frustrated expression on his face.
Upon hearing Tang Yichen’s words, Su Yunling’s lips curved up slightly, responding indifferently, “Can’t I believe?”
“Do you know how old that girl is?
She just turned seventeen less than half a month ago.
You expect her to tell fortunes?”
“She can’t tell fortunes at seventeen?” Su Yunling still appeared unconcerned.
“That girl has just been chased out by the Gu Family, and she’s strapped for cash right now.
Aren’t you afraid she’s scamming you?” After all, knowing a bit about Gu Zhiqi’s past with the Gu Family, Tang Yichen still harbored some slight prejudice against her.
“If it’s a scam, so be it.
Consider it the fee for guiding the way today.” Whether or not he was truly scammed, Su Yunling seemed not to care at all.
But Tang Yichen felt differently, his face twisting in pain, “That’s five hundred, no, six million we’re talking about.”
Su Yunling raised an eyebrow, smiling frivolously and lazily, looking at Tang Yichen, he asked, “Your life isn’t worth six million?”
Tang Yichen was speechless.
My life is only worth six million?!
By the time she returned to the village, it was already evening.
As soon as Gu Zhiqi walked into the Gu Family’s courtyard, she saw Tang Yun sitting at the doorway, embroidering under the roof’s eaves.
The rain had fallen all day and still hadn’t stopped, forming a curtain of drizzle.
Raindrops from the roof’s eaves dropped like pearls coming off a string, landing in the puddles on the bluestone slabs.
“Drip, drop, drip, drop.”
The person under the eaves held a needle, the fine needle shuttling back and forth on the fabric, the stitching as smooth as flowing clouds and water, surprisingly revealing an indescribable charm.
Interestingly enough, the rhythm of the needle weaving through the fabric seemed to echo the rhythm of the falling raindrops.
Gu Zhiqi paused in her steps, not making her presence known immediately.
Perhaps sensing someone’s gaze, Tang Yun instinctively looked up.
When she clearly saw Gu Zhiqi’s present state, Tang Yun’s left hand, holding the needle, paused momentarily, not understanding why she was dressed this way.
“Aunt Tang.” Gu Zhiqi called out to her when Tang Yun looked over.
Tang Yun nodded lightly, and as her gaze swept over the basket of flowers and herbs, her hand holding the needle and fabric abruptly tightened, “You’ve been to the mountains?”
Gu Zhiqi hummed softly in affirmation, walked with the basket to the shelter of the eaves, set the bamboo basket down at her feet, and stood not far from Tang Yun, unhurriedly taking off her bamboo hat and straw cape.
Seeing that Gu Zhiqi did not deny it, Tang Yun’s eyes deepened, she relaxed her grip discreetly, and returned her attention to the fabric, pinning the stray strands of hair in front of her forehead behind her ear before continuing to embroider, and said, “The mountains are shrouded in mists and there are wild animals, so don’t go again in the future.”
She had promised the Gu Family to take care of her for a year and to ensure her safety, so it was her responsibility to be concerned about Gu Zhiqi’s well-being.
Thinking of Gu Zhiqi’s temperament, Tang Yun lowered her eyes slightly and added another comment, “If you really want to go, take me with you.”
Gu Zhiqi hung her straw cape and bamboo hat on the wall under the eaves and turned around to see the embroidery on Tang Yun’s fabric; her eyes deepened.
After Tang Yun finished speaking and heard no response from Gu Zhiqi, she looked up slightly and turned her gaze towards Gu Zhiqi.