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Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113

Christian Mendoza stood on the country road for a while, and she made a phone call, “Be concealed,

so that it looks like an accident…”

Vivienne Quinn found Grandma’s house, which was a very dilapidated courtyard house.

Grandma sat on the recliner under the eaves, watching the misty rain.

There is no one else in this room, only Grandma is left, she is over 80 this year, she is still in good

health and can take care of herself completely.

Grandma knows how to embroider on two sides and three different sides, but now there are very few

people who know how to do this.

Grandma is getting old, her eyesight is bad, and she can’t embroider anymore. The family has a lot of

embroidery.

Knowing the purpose of Vivienne Quinn ‘s visit, Grandma took out all her treasures and said kindly, “I’m

old, and I won’t live many years. When I die, this craft will not be passed on. You really can Help

publicize? Let this craft pass on?” novelbin

“Yes.” Vivienne Quinn replied with certainty, “Grandma, your embroidery is so beautiful. This is our

American luxury. How long does it take for this embroidery?”

“This pair of mandarin ducks has been used for half a year to play in the water. It was a few years ago

when my

eyesight, hands and feet were sharp, but now I can’t do it anymore, and I can’t even hold the needle

and thread steadily.” Grandma said openly, “It will depend on you young people in the future.”

Vivienne Quinn’s eyes were full of admiration, “Grandma, can you tell me about the source of this

double-faced embroidery and its development history…”

Mouchers

“No problem, this double-sided embroidery, it used to be a court tribute…” Grandma was very

talkative.

Time passed unknowingly, and soon, the sky darkened.

Vivienne Quinn also understood almost the same, and the assistant took notes on the side.

Vivienne Quinn glanced at the time, it was past five o’clock in the afternoon.

?

Kim, you can drive back directly. My husband will pick me up later. It’s too late today, so I won’t go back

to the studio. You’ve been busy all day, so you go home. We’ll go back to the company tomorrow to

sort out these materials.”

“Okay Mr. Quinn.” After packing up, the assistant Kim left with an umbrella.

The car stopped at the entrance of the village, and Vivienne Quinn stayed to cook for Grandma, and

waited for Damien Smyth to pick her up.

Damien Smyth texted her and was on his way.

Assistant Kim walked to the car, opened the door and got in,

started the car and drove back to the city.

The rain was a bit heavy, the country roads were a bit narrow, and there were a lot of electric poles and

wires.

As the car moved forward, suddenly a broken tree branch blocked the road ahead.

Assistant Kim got out of the car to remove the branches, and a bolt of lightning struck down from the

sky. When Kim looked up, he saw a kite flying from nowhere. When they got down, the water was

conductive, and Kim was so shocked that his whole body convulsed, and finally fell on the road without

breathing.

Vivienne Quinn knew that the assistant Kim had an accident. Ten minutes later, a villager passed by

and found the dead person, and the village was full of murmurs.

“Thunderbolt kills people, kills people.”

This news made the originally small village boil.

Vivienne Quinn also heard the news from outside. When she walked out of the courtyard, she saw

several villagers

heading towards the entrance of the village.

Vivienne Quinn asked, “Uncle, what happened.”

“He’s dead. He was from another village. He was

electrocuted to death by a high-voltage line while driving a black car. It’s a pity that he was a young

man in his twenties.”

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