"The size of the son was given by Mrs. Yang before, so it is inevitable that there will be a little deviation." Master Dong took off the tape measure hanging around his neck, "I need to measure it again now!" ”

Although the old man was sixty or seventy years old, he showed the tailor's tools, as if a swordsman had drawn his sword. Like a puppet, Du Jiayi is asked to spin around, and he is not allowed to move.

Being clinging to an old man, Du Jiayi felt a little embarrassed, but people were working, and it was hard to say anything, so they could only drift their eyes away.

The inside of the studio is very neatly organized, and there are many suits on display on the walls. In another world, Du Jiayi, who is the best silk, really can't understand that there are so many types of suits. Judging from the nameplate below, there are many kinds of materials alone, pure wool, wool and mulberry silk blends, and others cashmere, flax, bamboo fiber and so on.

In Du Jiayi's impression, except for the different colors, the general style of the suit is almost the same. But in this small studio, Du Jiayi has been thoroughly popularized, the styles of suits are really diverse, single-breasted and double-breasted are distinguished, and there is a big difference between single and double slits in the back.

"Du Gongzi's figure is very standard!" Master Dong said with a smile as he recorded the data on a piece of paper and stuffed it into his jacket pocket.

Seeing Du Jiayi looking at himself a little blankly, Master Dong thought he was watching his movements, and couldn't help laughing at himself:

"It's not as good as when I was young, and a good memory is better than a bad pen, right?"

According to Master Dong, when he was young, he went abroad to learn art, learned to make suits in Italy, and came back to inherit his father's business and learn to make cheongsams when he was young. Master Dong has been a tailor all his life, and he has been working for decades, and he is about to make a cheongsam into a work of art. Judging from the lined cheongsam costumes outside, it should be a work of art, a work of art that has been handed down in time and history.

"No, no, no!" Du Jiayi hurriedly explained, "Seeing so many styles, I was just thinking about which one I was." ”

Master Dong smiled proudly when he heard this: "The style I made for you is not here." ”

"You young people, the aesthetics must be different from those of an old man like me, it is useless to have this craft alone, you have to keep up with fashion. In today's parlance, it is necessary to keep pace with the times. ”

Master Dong rummaged through the table and took out a black-and-white blueprint. It's just a very simple pencil drawing, but it's very delicate and expressive. Judging from the picture, the placket is designed with a very bold and rugged silhouette, and the angular three-dimensional sense comes out from the paper, and the neckline and cuffs are slightly different from the traditional suit, thus highlighting the feeling of the placket.

Although Du Jiayi is not a major in clothing design, let alone what the principle of this design is, but from the aesthetics of an ordinary person, this set of clothes gives people a feeling of amazing.

"Feel like the design is okay, right? Inspired by the ancient court clothes, the style of traditional Italian handmade clothes is integrated, and the latest hybrid spinning materials are used! ”

Master Dong is still smiling, but Du Jiayi can still understand the pride in this old man. People often say that the back waves of the Yangtze River beat the front waves, the front waves die on the beach, and the back waves continue to roll in waves, but Master Dong, as the front waves, is still catching up with the tide.

Du Jiayi couldn't help but sigh, people who have pursuits are different. Some people start the era of square dancing in their fifties, while some people are still struggling for their dreams and can still be fashionable even if they are sixty or seventy years old.

Du Jiayi's suit can only be said to be a semi-finished product, and it has not been finished in these places at the mouth of the clothing leader, and the most important placket has not yet been connected. Master Dong only asked him to try the size and mark the place that should be modified.

At the same time, Yang Guangya had just changed into a customized cheongsam, and Du Jiayi was directly pulled over.

"How about a look?" Yang Guangya turned around in front of her son, hoping to get her son's comments.

"The royal style with yellow as the background color sets off the noble temperament, and the Suzhou embroidery on the chest and corners is very delicate to buckle the overall style!" After a slight pause, "Of course, it's mainly my mother's natural beauty that makes her look so beautiful!" ”

After receiving her son's compliment, Yang Guangya couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth, and after a while, she rolled her eyes at her son: "Your mother is a middle-aged woman, where is it as good as you say?" ”

Du Jiayi straightened her face: "What's wrong with the middle-aged woman!" They have gone through the romance of youth and youth, and they have also passed the season of flowers. They have a wealth of experience and sophistication, they have experienced the sunshine and the gloom and darkness, they are great! ”

After all, in another world, you study literature, and if you don't have any material in your stomach, how can you pretend to be literature and art!

"I used to hear Wang Jing say that you deceived a lot of little girls with one mouth, I still don't believe it, but now I find out that ah......" Yang Guangya stretched out her hand and knocked her son on a chestnut, "Your mouth is about to bloom!" ”

Du Jiayi rubbed the place where he was beaten, and muttered in a low voice: "I know that Wang Jing, a dead fat man, is unreliable, and he actually slandered me in front of my mother, where can I deceive other people's little girls." I'm so simple, I'm already full of IQ if I don't get deceived by others! ”

"Speaking of deceiving people's little girl, when are you going to bring a girlfriend back?" Yang Guangya asked very seriously.

"Uh......" Du Jiayi didn't expect her mother's thinking to jump so much, she was still talking about clothes just now, how could she be a girlfriend now.

"That...... I ...... "Du Jiayi really didn't know what to say for a while."

After all, Du Jiayi came through time, and he doesn't remember much about the original social relationship of this body. Especially in terms of emotion, except for the school flower Xu Qing mentioned by Wang Jing before, the rest really have no impression.

Yang Guangya looked at her embarrassed son, knowing that there was no result if she continued to ask, so she simply ended the topic.

"In terms of feelings, your father and mother are very open-minded, and the two of us are not the right feudal parents." Yang Guangya said solemnly, "But not everyone can get it at home, especially in the messy entertainment industry, don't get me involved!" ”

"Uh-huh!" Du Jiayi scratched his head and replied.

It seems that the idea of wanting to be a chic rich second generation like in the novel, opening a golden finger in the entertainment industry, and opening the harem was directly shattered.