amaotonovel Chapter 243 Double Ninth Festival (5)
Chapter 243 Double Ninth Festival (5)
Looking at the smiling faces of Master and the children, the unconcealable joy seemed to overflow, and a warmth welled up in my heart. I felt that all the hardships and efforts I had experienced before were now incomparably worthwhile. Master, in particular, had such a gratified smile that made everything seem so beautiful.
Looking back, when I first began learning embroidery, it wasn't entirely driven by a deep-seated passion; it was more likely a passing interest. Yet, even so, I poured my heart and soul into mastering this art. A few days ago, while on Snow Star, despite my busy schedule, I insisted on taking some time out every day after returning to the hotel to embroider. Unfortunately, due to the limitations of age and experience, my embroidery pieces always appear a bit stiff and restrained, lacking that natural and fluid beauty, like a dancer whose hands and feet are bound, unable to fully display their graceful movements.
But when I returned to Ceres with my master and entered the Ceres Love Nursery School, I realized how wise this decision was. The children here are bursting with energy and creativity, and the youngest, Maggie, is a real eye-catcher. From the moment she first encountered embroidery, she displayed an extraordinary talent. Her needle and thread, like a nimble elf, weave across the fabric, creating beautiful, vibrant, and spiritual patterns.
Seeing Maggie's exceptional performance, I know I may never truly inherit my master's exquisite skills and carry this art forward. However, I have now found a more suitable successor for my master—Maggie. I believe that under her meticulous guidance, Maggie will become an outstanding embroidery master and pass on this ancient and beautiful art. Thinking of this, I can't help but smile, filled with anticipation for a bright future.
At this sunny moment, a burst of brisk footsteps came from afar and approached. It turned out to be the lovely Maggie running towards me. Her small figure was like a cheerful little bird, holding tightly in her hands the new embroidery she had just completed.
When she finally ran over to me, she excitedly held her work aloft, showing it to me. It was a beautifully embroidered scene, depicting a familiar nursery scene. Colorful flowers clashed in vibrant colors, their fragrance almost palpable. Lush trees stood tall and straight, like loyal guardians guarding this joyful world. And the lively little friends, some playing and laughing, others quietly reading, each character portrayed with such meticulous detail that they seemed poised to leap from the canvas.
Maggie raised her rosy little face, her big eyes sparkling brightly. She looked at me expectantly and said, "Teacher Sui Sui, this painting is for you!" I carefully accepted this precious gift, my fingers gently touching the delicate stitching, and my heart was filled with an indescribable emotion. Before I knew it, tears had blurred my eyes, making everything in front of me a little hazy.
A few days later, a sudden piece of news disrupted my peaceful life. I was assigned to an extremely distant galaxy to carry out an important mission, and would need to stay there for a considerable period of time. After hearing this news, I felt a mixture of emotions. I was full of anticipation for the new challenge, but I also felt extremely reluctant to leave.
On the day of departure, a faint melancholy permeated the entire nursery. As I dragged my heavy suitcase and prepared to embark on my journey, Maggie suddenly rushed over and hugged my legs tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she kept muttering, "Don't go, don't go..." Seeing her so pitiful, my heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles.
At this time, the master hurried forward, gently stroked Maggie's head, and gently comforted her: "Maggie, be good, don't cry. Brother is just going out to work for a while and will be back soon. And as long as you learn embroidery well, when brother comes back, he will definitely see more outstanding works of yours!" After hearing the master's words, Maggie gradually stopped crying, but still refused to let go of her hands holding my legs.
Finally, after much persuasion from my teacher and the other children, Maggie reluctantly let me go. I left the nursery, looking back every few steps, silently praying for a speedy return.
Despite my busy days away from home, and my hectic schedule, every night, when everyone is asleep, I can't help but recall the memories of my time at the nursery, especially Maggie's adorable, innocent face, absorbed in her embroidery lessons. These beautiful memories, like twinkling stars in the night sky, illuminate my lonely journey.
Time flies. After long and arduous efforts, my work has finally achieved a temporary success and can come to a temporary end. I am eager to go home and I bought my return ticket without hesitation, wishing I could immediately put on wings and fly back to the nursery full of warmth and joy.
The moment I excitedly stepped through the gates of the nursery, I was stunned by the scene before me—Maggie was sitting quietly under a large tree, concentrating on her needlework. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden veil over her. She looked more mature and steady than ever, her embroidery skills even more skillful and exquisite.
Just as I was lost in thought, Maggie seemed to sense my presence and suddenly looked up. When she saw me standing not far away, an ecstatic smile suddenly broke out on her face. Then she ran over like a happy little bird and threw herself into my arms.
"Brother, you're finally back! Come take a look at what I've been embroidering lately. Is it beautiful?" Maggie said, pulling out a beautiful embroidery from behind her and handing it to me. I carefully took it and examined it closely. It was embroidered with a gorgeous flower, its petals clearly layered, its colors vibrant, and its stitching fine and even—it was a masterpiece of perfection.
"Wow, Maggie, did you really embroider this? It's so beautiful!" I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. Maggie smiled from ear to ear after hearing my praise, and puffed out her chest proudly.
At this time, the master also walked towards us with a smile on his face. He patted my shoulder with satisfaction and said, "My child, during the time you were away, Maggie never relaxed her embroidery practice. Her progress is rapid! If she continues like this, it won't be long before an embroidery master is born in our kindergarten!" After that, the master laughed.
Gazing at Master and Maggie's happy faces, feeling their heartfelt joy, I deeply realized that this small nursery is not only a cradle for children's growth, but also a hotbed for dreams and hopes. Here, every child is like a budding flower, nurtured by love and growing strong, eventually blossoming into their own brilliant glory.
This is what happened later! The embroidery class had already been going on for quite some time. When the teacher announced the end of get out of class, Yu Han and the other little boys instantly exploded with excitement, like firecrackers being lit. They jumped three feet high with joy, like wild horses unleashed, eager to escape the embroidery frame, a place that restricted their freedom.
Afterwards, the master led the lively and lovely children back to the activity room to enjoy a delicious snack. The master's own portion was specially delivered to the embroidery workshop by the amiable Aunt Aura from the restaurant.