Chapter 848 Rakshasa

Facts have proved that this woman, Shen Fanxing, is really smart.

In the living room of the Bo family's main house, Shen Fanxing was holding a needle and thread, facing the pattern and the most basic embroidery method given by Lan Xianxian, he could actually show off a flower petal.

"Chinese embroidery can be divided into Suzhou embroidery, Hunan embroidery, Shu embroidery, and Guangdong embroidery, each of which has its own characteristics. Most of the embroidery I know is double-sided embroidery. It has beautiful patterns, ingenious ideas, meticulous embroidery, and stitches Lively, elegant in color, and more than 30 kinds of needles..."

Lan Xianxian lowered her head while embroidering the handkerchief on her hand while spreading knowledge to Shen Fanxing.

It's just that it's not popular, but when it became popular, Shen Fanxing put down the white gauze in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Lan Xianxian looked up at her suspiciously.

Shen Fanxing scratched his forehead with his sallow fingers, "I specialize in art, I don't think embroidery is suitable for me."

Seeing Shen Fanxing's conflicted face, Lan Xianxian couldn't help laughing.

"Embroidery is a thing that requires patience to study and learn. Many people in modern times don't like to persist in this kind of thing. If you are impatient, just say it, and say it's not suitable for you. Pfft..."

The reason is so simple and lame, it doesn't look like a smart person.

Shen Fanxing took the phone, opened the search engine, and entered the word "Su embroidery". Sure enough, the encyclopedia had an introduction and development history.

As she flipped through the pages, she said, "Everyone has their own good and bad things. Things like driving ducks up trees are really difficult. I have such embroidery skills, and I don't know how much money I can make."

Lan Xianxian just shook her head, suddenly felt melancholy, "That's because everyone thinks like you now, so embroidery is almost uncommon now."

Shen Fanxing gave a faint "um", swiped the phone and looked at the screen, and said indifferently:

"Well, it has a history of more than 2,000 years, and it has been listed as an intangible cultural heritage. It is common and there is no such reputation."

Lan Xianxian took a breath, "Is it really okay for you to do this? Isn't it because Mrs. Bo is coming back tomorrow that you asked me to embroider?"

Shen Fanxing coughed lightly in embarrassment, "It won't be of much use to sharpen your gun before the battle."

"That's true, especially embroidery is not something that can be learned overnight. However, Mrs. Bo is from Suzhou, and she attaches great importance to embroidery."

Shen Fanxing naturally knew this.

"Because there are really fewer and fewer embroiderers now, and Mrs. Bo is a little angry. Look around, but all the girls who are about our age can more or less embroider."

Shen Fanxing nodded, looking at Bo Anxi and Yuan Muchun, he almost knew it.

This is looking for an heir everywhere.

At this time, Bao Jingxing came back wandering from nowhere, with the air-conditioning brought in from outside and a bit of alcohol on his body.

He bent over and sat on the sofa next to Shen Fanxing.

He glanced at Lan Xianxian's face opposite him, raised his eyebrows, "Hey, why did you lift up your bangs? Are you not afraid of the light?"

Lan Xianxian couldn't help turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes, and continued to embroider on her hands.

"Is this embroidered by sister-in-law?"

The smell of alcohol on Bao Jingxing's body became stronger, and he took the handkerchief embroidered a little in front of Shen Fanxing and looked at it.

"Hey, what is embroidered here? It's uneven and uneven. Do you know?"

Shen Fanxing looked at him sideways, and almost laughed out loud when he saw his movements.

Bao Jingxing looked around while holding her handkerchief, picked up the needle on it, and embroidered after her pattern.

That 1.8-meter tall man, with his broad hands and healthy wheat complexion, held the embroidery needle in a ridiculous way.

The embroidery needle was almost invisible between his two fingers, but he embroidered carefully.

It just so happened that Shen Fanxing had a mobile phone in his hand, so he turned on the camera subconsciously, switched to video mode, and started recording to Bao Jingxing.

After nearly a minute of recording, Lan Xianxian suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Bao Jingxing looked up, and Shen Fanxing quickly stopped the recording.

After looking at Bao Jingxing, he reacted belatedly, his handsome face suddenly flushed red.

He suddenly threw the handkerchief in his hand onto the tea table.

"Mist Grass!"

Almost like he was hiding from the plague, he leaned against the corner of the sofa, pointed at the square handkerchief and said in horror:

"Who... who gave it to me?"

Shen Fanxing picked up the veil that he had thrown away, and took a closer look. It was indeed better than her embroidering.

She couldn't help the smile on her face, "You're good at embroidery, have you practiced it, how many years have you worked?"

Bao Jingxing's face turned redder, "I... I just had two random needles..."

Lan Xianxian on the side couldn't help it, covered her mouth and laughed.

"Second Young Master was often forced by Mrs. Bo to learn embroidery when he was young. At that time, he was with us girls, and when he had nothing to do, Mrs. Bo took him under his control to study..."

"Damn, Lan Xianxian, shut up now!"

The imagery was so strong that Shen Fanxing couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing.

"Bo Jingxing, your life experience is really rich."

"..."

The corners of Bao Jingxing's mouth twitched, thinking of the indelible facts of the past, he couldn't help closing his eyes in despair.

God damn life experience.

There was the sound of a car's engine outside the villa door, and not long after, Bao Jingchuan's slender and tall figure walked in, his eyes swept over the people in the living room, and finally settled on Shen Fanxing.

And Shen Fanxing was sitting with Lan Xianxian at the moment, holding Lan Xianxian's hand in his hand, flipping it back and forth twice.

"Do those of you who know how to embroider pay special attention to maintaining your hands?"

Lan Xianxian nodded, "Yes, the embroidery thread is very thin and soft, if the hands are not well maintained, they will get hooked."

Shen Fanxing nodded as expected, raised his blue slender hand to shine on the light, and sighed:

"Fingers are like onion roots, white and tender, blue and slender, um... slender red and crisp hands, full of spring-colored palace walls and willows..."

"puff……"

Bo Jingxing, who was drinking hangover tea at the side, suddenly squirted the tea out of his mouth.

Shen Fanxing turned his eyes and gave him a sideways look.

"Sister-in-law... sister-in-law, you must always remember that you are a real woman, don't always say such flirtatious words to girls, okay?"

Shen Fanxing frowned, "What do I say to be seductive?"

Bao Jingxing glanced at Lan Xianxian, who was blushing at the moment, and turned his head to the side and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Unconscious teasing is even scarier, okay? !

It's just that at this moment when he turned his head, Bao Jingxing suddenly felt a gloomy and murderous aura coming from the wind of hell.

His body froze suddenly, and he turned his head again, and he saw the man at the entrance who seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist slowly walking in...