The rebirth group pets the little Fuwa

Chapter 82 Invitation Letter
It took nearly two months just to prepare the clothes, and I had to work overtime to get them out.

The materials for these clothes are not usually used. Wang Xiujuan spent a lot of time finding materials for these children.

And those accessories, none of these children's families are short of money, so the accessories are naturally real, and they are made by a master.

Su Qinghe didn't expect that one of her ideas would take so much time and energy, and she even worked with her mother for more than a month.

Although tiring, but the final result makes people feel that everything is worth it.

Wang Xiujuan deliberately vacated a room for their ready-made dresses.

Dresses with different styles, different colors, and even unique designs were placed in the middle of the room. Su Qinghe's eyes couldn't see them at all, and she was dazzled.

I couldn't speak for a long time. Although I thought about the finished product, I couldn't help but gasped when I saw it.

"How is Xiao Qinghe, are you satisfied?" A designer leaned against the door, smiling as he watched Su Qinghe wander around the room, looking here and there, touching.

Su Qinghe smiled slightly, and kept nodding, "I like it, it's so beautiful."

The designer looked at the room and couldn't help but feel a little proud. It was only after a few nights of hard work and overtime. Every detail was carefully designed by her.

"I didn't expect Xiao Qinghe to be so powerful."

They all knew that the styles of these clothes were Su Qinghe's idea, and they couldn't help sighing that they were so powerful at such a young age.

Su Qinghe was a little shy, and waved her hands again and again. This is what she saw in the book, not her idea.

"That's amazing." The designer thought she was being modest.

Su Qinghe was afraid that everyone really thought she thought it up, and the explanation she had been reading before was the one she read in the book.

The books in Su Qinghe's room are very miscellaneous, both at home and abroad, and even many of them are original books, all in English, and no one really cares about them.

And she is not afraid that someone will take it seriously. Many illustrations of original books abroad have the clothes she described to everyone before, but she has slightly changed the original basis.

The clothes are ready, and Su Qinghe has already found the venue, which is provided by their classmate's home.

During the production of the clothes, Su Qinghe had asked someone to simply redecorate the venue, mainly to fit the theme of the clothes.

Originally, Su Qinghe thought that it shouldn't be too much, after all, it's just children playing around, and the parents of each classmate should be the only ones who will come to see.

Su Qinghe also thought that there would definitely be many parents who would not be able to come because of work.

As a result, when Su Qinghe counted the guests who were watching, she found that it was far beyond her imagination. There were at least three or four of each classmate's family who would come to watch.

Just like Su Qinghe, she went back to her old house on the weekend and told her family about it, but everyone said they wanted to come and see.

And told Su Qinghe not to forget to give the invitation letter.

Su Qinghe struggled with the design of the invitation letter for several days.

In the end, several models were designed, and everyone voted to decide.

Now these clothes are just for everyone to try on to see if they fit well, and if they don't work, they have to change them again.

During Su Qinghe's busy period, the other students were not idle, and they had to learn how to walk with the teacher every week.

Now that this level has been achieved, it should be more formal. It does not require everyone to learn how well, but some basic steps still need to be learned.

Everyone also agreed, and they didn't want to go too badly by themselves. There will be so many people watching, and they all want to show their best side.

For this reason, many people almost always have arrangements on weekends. For this reason, the scheduled courses are moved to other times, and they don't want to delay training.

Su Qinghe was no exception. The rehearsal time was on Saturday morning, so she moved the Saturday morning class to evening.

"This one is mine."

"Ah, this is mine, so beautiful."

"Your dress is so beautiful and glows."

Everyone rushed in and found their own piece of clothing among the group of clothes. Some boys directly held the hangers and made gestures.

The scene gradually became chaotic, and everyone couldn't listen anymore, wishing they could change on the spot.

"This is my skirt?" Song Zhijun looked at the skirt in surprise, unable to take his eyes off it, and couldn't bear to look away.

Although Su Qinghe had watched it a long time ago, she was infected by everyone's mood and couldn't help being excited, and the smile on her face never let go.

"Hmm, do you want to try it?"

After Su Qinghe finished, she took Song Zhijun to the room to change clothes. These clothes are very fragile, so be careful when wearing them.

Especially the skirts of some girls are gauze skirts, which will be torn apart if you are not careful.

"Mom, I want to change into a skirt."

Parents of some students also followed their children to see the finished products. They were all surprised when they saw them, and their eyes couldn't help but glow when they saw these exaggerated skirts.

Take the children to change clothes, and even some careful mothers bring jewelry for the children to change.

Girls mostly wear skirts, which are more convenient to wear, but some boys' clothes are more complicated in design, and some people have been thinking about it for a long time and haven't put them on.

In the end, I had no choice but to seek help from adults.

Wang Xiujuan has brought a designer here, if it doesn't fit, it can be changed on the spot, and some children can help if they can't wear it.

Song Zhijun's skirt is in the shape of Hua Mulan, a crimson skirt, with a black leather armor design on the right shoulder all the way to the belt, and wrist guards for both hands.

Su Qinghe specially brought her a headband of the same color, and tied her hair high into a ponytail.

Matched with Song Zhijun's temperament, she looks beautiful and sassy in this outfit.

"Do you like it?" Su Qinghe took her to the mirror to look.

Song Zhijun was so excited that he couldn't speak, he touched the clothes carefully, "It's so beautiful, I like it so much."

Su Qinghe couldn't help but marvel at the determination in Song Zhijun's eyes, as well as her straight waist, she seemed to have seen her shadow when she grew up.

"I always feel that something is missing?" But Su Qinghe walked around Song Zhijun, feeling that something was missing.

"What's missing?" Song Zhijun always felt that he was already very good, but couldn't think of anything else that was missing.

"What's missing?" Su Qinghe frowned.

By the way, Su Qinghe's eyes lit up, and a weapon was missing.

"Junjun, do you have a bow at home?" Afraid that she would not understand, she stretched out her hand to imitate drawing a bow.

It would be more perfect to have a bow and arrow. Su Qinghe thought that when she walked on the stage with a bow and arrow, she must be super handsome.

"I have it at home," she said, Song Zhijun also felt that a pair of bows and arrows were missing, and hurriedly said, "I will bring them next time."

These are the toys she has been using since she was a child. There are several pairs of bows and arrows in Song Zhijun's house, big and small.

"Junjun, you look like a female general now."

Su Qinghe couldn't help but stare, and Song Zhijun felt shy with his fiery eyes.

"Where's your skirt?" Song Zhijun found that she hadn't changed yet, and couldn't help being curious. They hadn't seen Su Qinghe's skirt yet.

Su Qinghe waved her hands helplessly, and said with some regret, "Mine is not healed yet."

In fact, hers was fine, but the last time I tried it on, I found that the skirt was a bit too big, and my mother came to inspiration again, and she had never seen her skirt except the last time.

"Hey, darling, are you back?"

He Annian had already changed his clothes with the help of his mother, and was now looking for Su Qinghe everywhere.

"Let's go." Su Qinghe took Song Zhijun's hand and walked out.

When I got outside, I found that everyone had changed their clothes. Some students' skirts didn't fit well, and they changed them quickly.

Some parents even brought cameras and took a lot of pictures of several children.

"Hey, why didn't you change?" He Annian trotted over and was disappointed to find that Su Qinghe hadn't changed.

The upper body of He Annian's clothes is a vintage white shirt with a lot of cumbersome lace, and a vest with golden patterns, and a silver chain around his neck for decoration.

The lower body is a pair of brown knee-length shorts, and the socks are the same style as the shirt and are long to the calf.

He Annian's demeanor was originally soft and cute, and wearing this suit, he could see the softness and cuteness at a glance.

Su Qinghe couldn't help but want to touch his hair. Thinking of this, she was not polite, and took advantage of He Annian's lack of attention, so she directly touched rua.

His hair was soft like everyone else's. Looking at his hair, Su Qinghe felt a little regretful. It would look better if it was dyed light blonde.

This outfit made him look like the little prince of an ancient European nobleman, looking low-key and luxurious.

"Does mine look good?" Han Wenjie ran over excitedly when he saw that his friends were all here.

He was dressed as a hunter, and Su Qinghe also designed a hat for him, with a few feathers inserted into the hat.

He also held a silver imitation toy gun in his hand, which just matched his body, and he posed a poss while talking.

Not only him, Su Qinghe found that many people brought toys, and some people were holding a sword.

"Su Qinghe."

"Look, Qinghe."

The place where Su Qinghe stood was soon surrounded by a group of people.

Their clothes were more or less changed by Su Qinghe, and they were reluctant to take them off now that they were wearing them.

The students in their class are all handsome men and beautiful women, and everyone's dressing up like this makes them feel even more attractive.

The parents of those classmates saw Su Qinghe surrounded by a group of children, knowing that this little girl had come up with the idea this time, they couldn't help sighing.

Some parents even directly pulled Wang Xiujuan to praise Su Qinghe there, and some people wanted to ask how Wang Xiujuan taught their children.

"Qing He is really outstanding."

"Every time my child mentions school at home, they always say how amazing Qing He is."

"Mrs. Su, how do you teach your children, how many children are taught so well?"

The names of the Su family's children are often heard at home.

Hearing them praise their daughter, Wang Xiujuan never let go of the smile on her happy face, and she didn't take credit for it.

"My father-in-law and mother-in-law personally raised the children in the family, and the children are also self-conscious, so we don't need to worry about it as parents."

Hearing that the two old people raised them personally, those parents couldn't help sighing, no wonder the children are so outstanding.

"Let's do a rehearsal." Seeing that everyone was dressed, Su Qinghe happened to do a rehearsal, and if there were any problems, they could be corrected earlier.

Sure enough, no rehearsals have been found, and there are a lot of problems after rehearsals.

For a while this one couldn't walk because the skirt was too big, for a while the other was tripped, and for a while someone walked too fast.

It took several rehearsals before it finally got a shape, and when it was all over, it was going to be dark.

Su Qinghe was lying on the back seat, not wanting to move, she was too tired.

"Sleep for a while, and your mother will call you when you get home." Wang Xiujuan looked at her daughter's tired face, feeling a little distressed.

She knows that her daughter is very capable, especially from the mouths of those parents, she knows that her daughter has many hands that she has not raised with them.

But when I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn't help but feel proud, but also distressed.

"En." Su Qinghe replied in a daze, resting her head on her mother's lap.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiujuan heard the steady breathing of the girl beside her.

When Su Qinghe woke up again, she found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom.

Turning over, I was just about to go back to sleep when I heard the alarm clock go off.

"You're starving, come and have breakfast."

I didn't even eat dinner last night, and after sleeping for more than ten hours, I was already so hungry.

Su Qinghe sipped the millet porridge specially made by Aunt Lin. She usually couldn't finish it for half a day, but now she would eat a bowl of porridge in no time.

After eating and drinking enough, Su Qinghe slumped on the chair, not wanting to move, and sighed, "I don't want to go to school, I want to sleep."

Wang Xiujuan heard what her daughter said, and thought of how tired she looked yesterday, she couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, "Then why don't mother ask you for a day off?"

As soon as the words came out, not only Su Qinghe was surprised, but also the father and son who were eating breakfast quietly beside them couldn't help being surprised.

Seeing that her mother didn't seem to be joking, Su Qinghe shook her head after thinking about it, "Forget it, I'd better go to school."

She still has things to do, and if she doesn't go to school, she will have to make up for it in the next few days.

Alas, she does not deserve to rest.

"Jiu Jiu." Jiu Jiu flew out of nowhere.

"Jiu Jiu, you are so happy." Su Qinghe couldn't help but nodded Jiu Jiu's head.

"Jiujiu." Jiujiu was used to it, and continued to peck at the small piece of bun that Wang Xiujuan had just thrown to it.

"Let's go, I'm going to school." Seeing that she would be late if she was late, Su Qingheng pulled her sister out.

"Brother, slow down, you can't exercise after eating." Su Qinghe said angrily.

"Slow down and you'll be late."

The voices of the brothers and sisters were getting smaller and smaller.

As soon as Su Qinghe arrived at school, she didn't take a break, so she divided up the invitation letters she had prepared according to the number of each person's request.

"If it's not enough, tell me tomorrow morning," Su Qinghe said worriedly after finishing speaking, "Everyone remember to control the number of invitees."

One invitation can bring two people.

In addition, every teacher in the class also received an invitation letter from Su Qinghe.

When every teacher received the invitation letter, their faces were filled with uncontrollable surprise, especially their head teacher.

"When did you do it?" The homeroom teacher looked at the beautifully crafted invitation letter with a complicated face.

Without her knowing, these children did such a big thing quietly.

(End of this chapter)