The Year (36)

Corduroy belonged to high-end fabrics in the fifties and sixties. Nowadays, you can buy it below, but not much of it is willing to spend this money.

It was also popular in the later years, when they called it bohemian. Anyway, no matter what the style. This thing is put now, and it means that it needs a lot of cloth tickets and a lot of money. It is synonymous with luxury.

Lin Yutong opened his plaid fabric again. This thing wasn't the thick fabric I wanted. It's quite thin.

People who are accustomed to simplicity always try their best to save. For example, women's clothing is popular for dual-purpose shirts. What is a dual-purpose shirt, that is, it can be worn as a shirt in the summer. In winter, wear it over a padded jacket as a coat. Anyway, you can wear it all year round. You can put a shirt or sweater on it. That is, it can be worn in both spring and autumn.

This is called Lin Yutong scratching his head. It's not what I wanted!

After two days, the fourth master brought back a piece of cloth. It's red.

He has his own persistence in his bones. How can the original match not be red?

"Let's do it. The fourth master is very insistent, "all of them are covered with red cloth." ”

Lin Yutong stroked his hand on the fabric, a very heavy tweed fabric. "Is it good to make a skirt?"

"Okay!" the fourth master nodded in response. "I want to marry you once. ”

Lin Yutong's tears fell instantly. He knew that when he got married in his last life, it was not her.

The fourth master held her in his arms, "I've wronged you." Now this condition can only be like this. If only there was a next life. I'll compensate you for a wedding, okay?"

Lin Yutong hung on the neck of the fourth master, buried his face in his neck socket and cried silently, "It's enough for me to have you! ”

"Yes! Ye has always been there. The fourth master hugged her and shook her gently, "Don't cry." Good job!"

After this day, Lin Yutong put all his enthusiasm into making this bridal outfit.

If you want to wear it out, you can't make it too feminine.

She looked at her height and was going to make a long trench coat. A wide belt is tied around the waist, and it looks like a skirt. If it's a trench coat, it's not out of line. In Beijing and Shanghai, such windbreakers are also sold. It's just more expensive.

I have grown a little taller this year, and my height must have exceeded 1.7 meters. Even an ankle-length trench coat can hold up.

The sleeves are wide, but the waist is slightly tucked in. The hem must be large, otherwise there will be no skirt feeling. It also needs to have a lining and a sagging texture.

This dress took Lin Yutong half of the time before the year.

The fourth master's clothes are much simpler, and they are also windbreakers, but they are much shorter, only to the thighs.

When it was the end of the year, the family sent two pairs of leather shoes. It seems that the family has wasted a lot of effort on these two pairs of shoes. Immediately afterwards, a thick bundle of cloth sent from Yunnan was woven by the locals, and the color was extremely gorgeous. I don't know how I got it.

Yin Wei didn't come, but Guo Yonghong came and gave the two of them wedding gifts to the fourth master and Lin Yutong. What was given to Lin Yutong was a red beret and a large red silk scarf. knitted a red and black scarf for the fourth master. It's definitely a lot of money.

My hometown in Shandong sent five catties of cotton and a large bundle of home-woven coarse cloth. The letter said that the coarse cloth was made up by the people of the village and used as the lining of the quilt. Holding the cotton was what Yin Kun found to buy in exchange.

Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang from the county town also came and sent two backs.

These things are being moved into the company one by one. Everyone knows that these two people's families are willing to help, and their lives are good.

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the two went to take wedding photos.

On this day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the county seat is the most lively. It was only on the last day that I found a way to buy New Year's goods. The two went to get the photos before they went to the throne to get married.

Lin Yutong only walked with the fourth master, and when he went in, he realized that he had made an appointment with a few catties of white noodles. At this time, the marriage certificate was all handwritten. Just stamp it. Everyone is on vacation, and I'm waiting for him today.

As a result, the marriage certificate was issued on the last day of 1974, but the date was filled in on the first day of the Lunar New Year in '75.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year in 1975, Lin Yutong combed his hair into a braid and coiled it at the back of his head. The flower that the bride was going to wear on her chest was put on her head.

A large red trench coat with a red scarf around his neck. The hem of the trench coat is very textured. When walking, he occasionally shows black corduroy pants and black low-heeled leather shoes.

It's stylish.

"Like a movie star. It has to be foreign. Bai Xiaomei held her stomach, looked up and down, and praised.

At this time, movies, especially foreign films, can be summed up in just a few sentences: Soviet movies are airplane cannons, Albania hugs and hugs, and North Korean movies cry and scream.

But you can also see some fashion from other countries inside.

This dress caused the cafeteria hall to fall silent. Then there was the desperate screaming of the young men, beating the table unsteadily.

That's right, the well-prepared wedding is in ...... It is held in the hall of the company's cafeteria.

It's kind of a new one.

Lin Yutong looked at the people around him. I don't care where it is?

Whatever, we just want to be happy.

The author has something to say: I'm in a terrible mood right now. I don't want to write a happy picture because of my bad mood.

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