At eight o'clock in the evening, the laurel clothing store delivered the "Korean version" suit ordered by Song Zhichao very punctually.

In fact, after Miss Baoxia finished measuring the size and took the design artwork given by Song Zhichao back, Master Luo immediately started work and began to cut it according to Song Zhichao's design style.

Like Miss Baoxia, Master Luo saw the sample for the first time and was also surprised by Song Zhichao's suit design. It can be said that he has been making a suit for so long, and it is the first time he has seen such a design, so that he himself is eager to make the suit as soon as possible to see what the finished product looks like.

A suit of 150 yuan is not a bargain in this era, Master Luo is also very sincere, the fabrics used are the best for making suits, and there is absolutely no cutting corners; his sewing skills are also family heirlooms, and there is absolutely no problem in cutting and sewing.

However, Master Luo usually agrees to make suits for two days, three days or even a week, during which time he can easily arrange the work, but now he has to finish the suit on time in six hours, which is a great challenge for Master Luo.

For many veteran craftsmen, the slower the clothes are made, the better, so as to ensure that every size of the suit, every seam, and even every button is perfect. The management of traditional craftsmanship depends on its own excellent craftsmanship, and it must not be perfunctory for the sake of hurry.

This time, Master Luo did not abide by his principle of "slow work and meticulous work", and in order to rush the work, he used all his strength, but he was older, and it was inevitable that his physical strength was exhausted, fortunately, the apprentice Baoxia was by his side, and some particularly laborious work, such as pedaling the sewing machine, picking threads, walking needles, ironing, etc., were all handed over to Baoxia to do.

Master Luo has no children and no daughters, just Baoxia is such a female apprentice. When Master Luo took Baoxia, a mute girl who no one wanted, as an apprentice, he didn't plan to pass on her true skills, after all, this is their family heirloom, and it is passed on to men and not women. Now that he is old, he can't watch his own craftsmanship disappear in vain, so Master Luo plans to teach all his skills to Baoxia from this moment on.

Although Master Luo didn't say this, Bao Xia clearly felt the master's intentions, you know, in the past, the master would only let herself do some chores, what to sprinkle and sweep the floor, tidy up clothes, and never let herself touch these things, but now she has begun to teach herself the skills of sewing clothes.

The mute girl Baoxia's heart was full of excitement, she didn't know how long she had been waiting for this day, and sometimes she even dreamed that her master would teach her craft.

It can be said that the suit ordered by Song Zhichao is actually the first work of Miss Baoxia. So she tried her best and gave her the fullest enthusiasm.

During this period, in order to make the suit flawless, the mute girl Baoxia's hand was pricked by a sharp needle I don't know how many times, in order to achieve the best effect, she spared no effort to make every needle eye, every fine thread seamless.

Regarding Baoxia's serious attitude, Master Luo saw it in his eyes, remembered it in his heart, and nodded secretly.

waited until the suit was completed, Master Luo withdrew his hand and asked Baoxia to iron the clothes for the last time, while he lay on the rocking chair with his weakness, picked up his crane-beak teapot with his hand, bit the spout to drink tea, shook the rocking chair and said to Baoxia: "You go, send the clothes over, don't let the guests wait." ”

Baoxia nodded, ready to fold the ironed suit, but Master Luo said, "Wait, you still have something to do." ”

Baoxia was stunned for a moment, and asked in sign language, "Do you?"

Master Luo pointed to the neckline inside the clothes, "In the past, the neckline was all about embroidering my name, and you are the most responsible for this dress, so I will embroider your name!"

Baoxia was stunned, her hands were trembling while holding the suit, and she seemed to can't believe what the master said just now.

Seeing Miss Baoxia staring at herself with a pair of big black eyes, with a look of surprise, Master Luo smiled and said, "You didn't hear me clearly, this dress is embroidered with your name." ”

Bao Xia "Ayi Ayi", pointing to the clothes, and then to herself.

Master Luo nodded, "Yes, I don't need to say it again." ”

Only then did Baoxia know that she was not dreaming, and she cried when she wowed.

Looking at the tearful Baoxia, Master Luo shook his head, "Silly girl, what's there to cry about, I really don't understand." ”

Baoxia cried louder and louder, without a father or mother, she was abandoned, and she finally found the value of her existence.

"I can make clothes. I'm going to make a lot of clothes in the future. Bao Xia cried and said to herself in her heart.

Master Luo lay on the rocking chair, drinking tea, closing his eyes, beating the beat with one hand, and singing softly: "The cool breeze has letters, the autumn moon is boundless, and looking at my thoughts is like spending time like a year...... Today, it is difficult to meet across the sky, and it is a lonely boat to calm the evening scene and cool day. You look at the slanting sun and shine on a pair of double swallows, leaning on the window alone and thinking quietly......"

This Cantonese song is Nanyin's "Away Autumn Hate", many older people like to listen to it, and they also like to sing, the kind of timeless and fleeting, old and lonely, but old and helpless, how many people know?

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Large mirror front---

After Song Zhichao saw the Korean version of the suit he customized, he felt very satisfied, and tried it on his body, only to see that the person in the mirror was chic and handsome, especially under the background of the suit style, the body shape looked extraordinarily prosperous.

In his previous life, many of Song Zhichao's clothes were made by Italian craftsmen, and occasionally he would ask veteran craftsmen in the mainland to help make clothes or shoes.

But with the gradual disappearance of old domestic craftsmen and the gradual decline of that ancestral craft, Song Zhichao never met a craftsman who suited his mind, and basically handed it over to foreign craftsmen.

Sometimes Song Zhichao inevitably sighed, why can't the traditional crafts of China for thousands of years be protected? On the contrary, why can the traditional crafts of foreign countries be maintained for thousands of years?

When Song Zhichao tried on clothes, the mute girl Baoxia stood aside and looked at her with a nervous expression. Her fingers kept curling the corners of her clothes, until Song Zhichao sorted out her suit and turned around from the mirror, she had the courage to ask in sign language: "I made this dress, if it doesn't feel like it, I will make it for you again, don't charge for money." ”

Song Zhichao understood her sign language and smiled at her: "I am very satisfied, I have a heart." ”

Bao Xia smiled, her dark cheeks were full of excitement, and she gestured with her hand: "If you are satisfied, I will tell the master." Thank you, Mr. Song, you are a good person!"

"Hands outstretched. Song Zhichao said.

Bao Xia paused for a moment, but still reached for a moment.

Song Zhichao took a look, what kind of hand it was, rough and thick, not as smooth and delicate as a girl's slender hand, but full of needles and calluses.

Song Zhichao held the hand.

Being held by someone, Baoxia was surprised at first, then embarrassed, and then remembered that her hand was too ugly, so she wanted to withdraw it from Song Zhichao's hand.

Song Zhichao grabbed her hand tightly, and then stuffed ten yuan into her palm, and said, "Old rules, errand fees." ”

Baoxia didn't know what to say, so she took the money and gestured randomly, meaning: "I can't ask for this money!

Song Zhichao showed a smile at her and said, "You forgot, I said that the money I sent out will never be recovered." ”

Baoxia scratched her head, still gesturing.

Song Zhichao's eyes showed a hint of encouragement, "Take it." In the future, you will be a good craftsman, and many people will line up for you to help make clothes. But you have to remember that I am your first guest. After speaking, he winked at Baoxia.

At that moment, Baoxia remembered that his name was Song Zhichao, and she remembered his encouraging eyes.

Yes!

I want to be the best tailor!

I make the best clothes!