Chapter 19 — Being vetoed by all the judges, I deleted the manuscript and the whole embroidery world went crazy

Presented to Director Chau. Back. See the situation is not good. Tham Kieu quietly retreated towards the door. Khuong Dao quickly grabbed her.

“You haven't apologized to Aunt Lan's needle yet.”

Tham Kieu burst into tears.

“I was also tricked by my master.”

La Van looked at her. Hoarse voice.

“When you stole the needle.”

“No one lied to you.”

Tham Kieu's knees were soft. She knelt down on the floor. I opened the bag of needles. Place the broken needle on the white cloth. Tham Kieu's tears fell freely. She bowed her head low. Slam your forehead hard on the ground.

“Sorry…”

I looked at Tham Kieu.

“Don't apologize to me.”

Tham Kieu bit her lips tightly. Tears fell non-stop. Finally she bowed her head before the old needle. Trembling voice:

“Aunt Tham Lan…”

“I'm sorry.”

On stage. Hua Man Thanh's face gradually lost all color. She lost. Don't lose because of something I said. But I lost because of those phoenix eyes. The phoenix eye that she could not in her entire life embroider its soul. Hua Man Thanh was taken to To Thanh for investigation. The day Cam Tu Phuong's sign was taken down. Many people came to see. Some people say she deserves it. Some people feel sorry for a long-standing brand. There were also people who secretly asked me if I was going to take over Cam Tu Phuong or not. I stood outside the crowd. Don't step forward. Khuong Dao nudged my shoulder.

“You really don't accept it?”

“It's such a big house.”

“Picking up is no profit.”

I shook my head.

“It's not mine.”

“But he owes you.”

“The debt I will take is my salary and my apology.”

“Not a mess.”

La Van came over holding a list.

“There are still a few apprentices in the ward.”

“They want to follow me to learn a trade.”

I looked down at the paper. Thirteen names in total. Someone once bowed their heads and turned a blind eye when I was kicked out of Cam Tu Phuong. There was also someone who secretly left food for me. La Van said softly:

“I don't dare ask for their help.”

“If you don't accept.”

“I will take them somewhere else to find work.”

Khuong Dao snorted.

"Elsewhere?"

“Now who dares to accept Cam Tu Phuong's people anymore?”

The apprentices stood far away. Face red with embarrassment. I gave the list back to La Van.

“If you want to study, you can.”

“But you have to learn the rules first.”

“Whoever does it must sign it.”

“Who steals once.”

“Don't enter my door for the rest of your life.”

A little girl quickly nodded.

“Sister Lam, I remember.”

I looked at the girl.

“Don't call me sister.”

“Name it later.”

“Or call me Miss Lam.”

The girl's eyes immediately lit up. La Van bowed her head.

“What about you?”

Khuong Dao immediately interjected.

“Don't dream of good things.”

“In the past, you also benefited from Van Van.”

La Van does not justify.

“I recorded all the money I received through signing over the years.”

“I will pay in installments.”

“If you don't want to see me.”

“I will give the money to Khuong Dao.”

I looked at the old notebook in her hand.

“Stay.”

La Van was stunned.

“Do you... still believe in me?”

I shook my head.

“It's not news.”

“It's for me to take care of the books.”

“I see it every day.”

“To remember how one wrong book can ruin someone's life for many years.”

La Van's tears fell onto the notebook. She quickly wiped it away.

“I will remember it all my life.”

Three days later. Tong Lam appeared. He was dressed neatly. Standing outside the museum's restoration room. In her hand is the compensation agreement signed by the old lady The Song family asked to bring it. Khuong Dao blocked the door.

“Give me the things.”

“Then go away.”

Tong Lam looked inside.

“I want to say something to you.”

At that time, I was completing the last hidden thread of 《Phoenix Turtle》. Don't raise your head. His throat was dry.

"The notice of annulment has already been posted."

“You betrayed me first.”

“It was you who tolerated Tham Kieu.”

“It's me who's wrong for you.”

Khuong Dao crossed his arms.

“Reciting it is terrible.”

“A little more emotion is fine.”

Tong Lam's face was gray.

“I don't ask you to forgive me.”

I cut off the last thread.

“Then don't pray.”

He stood there for a long time. Finally put the agreement down. Then turned around and left. Don't look back. Then heard. The old lady took away all of Tong Lam's important jobs in the corporation. Make him start over from the smallest stores. Tham Kieu was prosecuted for appropriating the work and damaging the honor of others. Crying to find Hua Man Thanh. But Hua Man Thanh refused to meet. The Money Advisor must also return all ill-gotten benefits he has received. Lam Thanh Embroidery Association publicly apologized. The president of that year personally took down the banner with the forged signature in front of everyone. One month later. To Thanh Museum organizes a thematic exhibition about Phoenix Eyes of the Tham Family. In a central location. It's not the score that Hua Man Thanh once stole. But the 《Phoenix Turtle》 set has been completely restored by me. Phoenix eyes looked back. Gold thread hides the light. It's like the soul is living in each needle line. The old lady of the Song family personally cut the inauguration ribbon. Director Chau stood next to him. Khuong Dao raised his phone to take pictures until his hands were tired. La Van led thirteen apprentices standing behind. Each person wears their own name tag on their chest. No one has to live under someone else's name anymore. A reporter asked me:

"In the future, will the Tham Family's Phoenix Eye secret skill only be passed on to family members?"

I looked at the old needle with the word "Orchid" engraved in the glass cabinet. Softly replied:

“There's no need to look at them.”

“Just see if those hands are clean or not.”

Applause rang out from the front row. Then it spread gradually. Covering the entire exhibition room. The day of hanging the sign for the new embroidery workshop. I don't use the word "Cam Tu". Also don't use your name. The wooden sign has only two words. Is returning to Lan. It's also returning to the roots. First order after opening day. It was an old shawl sent by the old lady of the Song family. I picked up the needle. Sunlight penetrates through the door frame. Falling on the word "Lan" engraved on the end of the needle. It's like after many years of wandering. People who have gone far away have truly returned home.