Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Lin Yulan brought her picture book and pencil sketches of clothing designs, and the tip of the pen fell off the paper, calmly and casually.

A hoarse voice hummed a tune with vague lyrics.

"When I was young, I thought you were very mysterious, and made all the difficult problems fun. When I grew up~ I became you. Only then did I know that that piece of chalk draws rainbows and sheds tears~"

Lin Yuzhu, who was sitting next to her, paused for a moment as she kneaded the thread and wound the needle, she couldn't bear it anymore, "My own, don't talk."

A good song, out of tune and running nine twists and eighteen turns, I sang the lyrics I couldn't remember a few times, and then I turned my head and rushed to the lyrics of other paragraphs.

Lin Yulan twitched her eyebrows, focused her eyes on the artwork, kept the tip of her pen, and hummed softly.

"That won't work. As soon as I start writing, I think of my mother, and I suddenly miss her taking me to the autumn and winter haute couture fashion week in Paris last year. Lafayette once said [without French embroidery, haute couture will cease to exist], really The confidence of top fashion”

My mother is cold-tempered, and never introduces design elements to her when watching shows, and ignores her.

If it wasn't for the fact that she could go shopping with Miss Special Assistant after watching, or she wouldn't want to just sit there and watch eight offline shows.

Lin Yuzhu smiled, carefully admiring the elegant and beautiful peony flower on the embroidered frame.

"What I'm playing is that the essence of French embroidery is that it's made by hand. It can't be operated by machines. It can only be done stitch by stitch by experienced craftsmen. Otherwise, what can we do with the machines of other big factories in backward valleys. "

Beads, sequins, gold and silver threads, these trivial materials, after the baptism of French embroidery, immediately turned into an elegant and luxurious high-end combination.

French embroidery is a technique, but not a style.

Sometimes clean and elegant, sometimes rich and colorful,
Turn a mediocre dress into a dazzling classic.

The 80s is destined to be a rebellious era that challenged the 70s.

Exaggeration, visual impact, layering and mix and match of different materials, soil to the extreme is trendy.

Fashion is a circle.

"Can you take me to the Canton Fair? I want to go to the city to see the world!"

Lin Yulan grinned widely, and winked at her sister vigorously.

Guangzhou in the 70s did not know what it was like.

It's such a rare opportunity to be able to play openly~
"Are you sure you want to go? I have to remind you that all the places to stay will be full. The surrounding hotels were built in the 80s. Now, even many foreign businessmen can only sleep in small iron beds in the aisles. Country people like us don’t even get a place to live~”

Lin Yuzhu raised her eyebrows and pinched her face with a smile.

The accommodation conditions are poor.

Going to the Canton Fair is not for fun.

"Good guy, is the condition so difficult? We don't know any locals, and we can't find a place to live. Let me think about it."

Lin Yulan shrank her neck and shook her head with a bitter face.

Of course I am very happy to be able to play, but when I get tired from playing and go back, I can’t even find a place to live, so I can’t be happy.

After drinking for three rounds, the night is already deep.

The four men traveled the counties for several days and got together for a hearty drink.

The wine bottle was empty, and the appetizers were finished.

The bustling sounds outside calmed down, and there was a knock on Lin Yuzhu's door.

Lin Yulan put down her pencil, got up and went to open the door.

"Lan Lan, it's time to sleep."

"Are they all gone? Sis, I'm going back to my room first~ Put away my things for me, and I will draw again tomorrow when I have time."

She dropped the words, hung on Xiao Dongming's body like a koala, hooked his neck and smiled at him, "Hold me back~"

Xiao Dongming supported her, his slightly drunk handsome face was as red as a rosy glow, he licked his lips, and smiled gently, "Okay."

Song Yi fastened the gate, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Dongming hugging Lin Yulan, walking towards the room in person as if no one else was around.

The corners of his eyes twitched a few times, but he couldn't see.

Back in the room, I saw Lin Yuzhu sitting at the table, put down the basin, closed the door, walked over and hugged her from behind.

"What are you two sisters doing in the room? Why is the skirt style in this painting a bit gaudy?"

One-shoulder sleeveless, with a large flower floating on the fabric on the right shoulder, and a large skirt with a narrow waist that drags the floor.

Only the patterns and patterns of the upper body were drawn, which looked like scales.

can't read.

Can't understand either.

"Because it is an evening dress, it is not worn on ordinary occasions. When the design draft is finished, we will use the light and thin silk and linen fabric made by our factory. It will have a high-end sense with French three-dimensional embroidery."

"This is it?"

Song Yi picked up the small embroidery frame, turned it over and looked at it for a while, imagining how it would look like to move the flower onto the clothes.

"No, this can only be used on everyday clothes. The flowers on the shoulders of this skirt need more complicated embroidery methods and materials. We don't have any in China. I want to ask Yang Meixia to send some for me from Hong Kong."

Lin Yuzhu closed the drawing book and put it aside, got up and walked to the washbasin to wash her hands.

After wiping his hands, he opened the mosquito net and climbed onto the bed, lying on the bed and watching Song Yi drive away mosquitoes with a cattail fan, and secretly reached into his vest, deliberately teasing him.

"Why don't you talk to Yang Meixia when you talk about it, are you guilty?"

"I have nothing to do with a guilty conscience. Your business has nothing to do with me."

"She sent me a photo, do you want to see it?"

"No. I haven't seen enough of my own daughter-in-law. Let's see what she does."

Song Yi took off his outer shirt and put it on the stool beside the bed, and took off the nightgown at the end of the bed and threw it inside.

Suddenly, the whole person froze for a moment, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"Do they need such a big movement..."

It can be heard from a room away.

Strangely heart-pounding...

The two looked at each other, Lin Yuzhu bit her lips and moaned, and gently tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Brother Yi, go and turn off the lights~"

The lights go out, and the quiet midsummer night begins to unleash its enthusiasm.

The night was long, and the heat wave in the air didn't subside until the middle of the night.

At dawn, Fang Shuhui got up early to wash up.

He glanced at the door of the two sisters' rooms, picked up a load of dustpan lightly, and went out to cut pigweed.

After a while, the doors of the two rooms opened one after another.

The two men met each other in the backyard, smiled tacitly, and each took something to wash.

Song Yi squatted by the ditch and brushed his teeth, rinsed away the bubbles in his mouth, and wiped his mouth.

"You can wash half a tube of rice and cook sweet potato porridge later, and I'll fetch water."

Xiao Dongming's leg injury has not healed for two months, and the strenuous work of carrying water and climbing hills is not suitable for him.

It's okay to cook a breakfast.

The daughter-in-law was exhausted last night, and she couldn't bear to wake up to do something.

"Lan Lan said she wants to eat vegetable porridge, I'd better listen to her."

Xiao Dongming wrung out the towel to dry, washed his face, and felt refreshed.

Song Yi adjusted the length of the hook rope on the shoulder pole, picked up the bucket and walked out while saying, "Okay, you can figure it out."

Carry water, clean up, make breakfast, do laundry.

The two men silently took care of the housework.