Kapok is tall and long clouds into flocculent, when the flocculent flies at the beginning, there are small seeds hidden in each floating cotton wool, Xiang Dongyang once told Jiang Xiaomian, that is love, love that will blossom and bear fruit!

And Jiang Xiaomian would grin, stand under the kapok tree, hold the cotton wool in the palm of his hand and blow it gently, watching them leave the palm of his hand. She replied that it was a white promise, falling in the dirt, waiting for love to take root.

This summer is boring and makes people often sleepy. After Jiang Xiaomian had lunch, the clock had not yet turned to work time, and everyone had not returned to the office with a full stomach. She opened the copywriting on the table, the company was about to launch a new product launch conference, and the workload was like a mountain, and she was burdened with a heavy burden. Originally, she wanted to check whether the plan was still perfect, but I don't know when she started, she leaned on her desk and took a nap.

"Ahem"

Jiang Xiaomian didn't know how many minutes had passed, only that the sleepy insect was stirred up by Gao Niman, she sat down and looked at her watch, fortunately there were still a few minutes before work.

"High Supervisor"

Jiang Xiaomian greeted her and saw that there was some saliva on the copy, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover it, and smiled shamefully.

"Hey, some people are just busy, busy with work, busy with love, no, the nap is on the desk..."

Gao Niman's words were like eating ginger, probably because she touched up her makeup after eating, and there was a small reddened lipstick mark on her teeth, Jiang Xiaomian wanted to remind her, but she had already rolled her eyes and walked arrogantly towards the director's office.

Jiang Xiaomian didn't bother to call again, only lowered his head and closed his eyes and smiled quietly. One can imagine the crazy look on Gao Niman's face after he came out of Chi Yang and the office.

Listening to them, Gao Niman has a crush on Chi Yanghe, and he doesn't know if it's true or not, at least the entire design department is spreading it. And very early on, Gao Niman had already made it clear that she couldn't have an office relationship, so everyone speculated to see how she slapped herself in the face.

In terms of age, Gao Niman should be two years older than Chi Yanghe, but everyone is speculating whether Gao Niman has misrepresented his age. The people in the design department have already secretly concluded that Chi Yanghe will not like Gao Niman!

However, this conclusion is really powerful, everyone has observed it for so long, I believe that Chi Yanghe's vision will not be so bad. The love strategy of 'women chasing men, interlayer yarn', for Chi Yang and such a powerful character, Gao Niman is really hanging.

When Lu Dan came back from outside, he leaned next to Jiang Xiaomian, squinted and asked, "Xiaomian, why, didn't you have lunch with your boyfriend at noon today?" ”

Jiang Xiaomian said "um" lightly, picked up the copywriter and slapped her again, and then laughed: "You guys really have nothing to do, why do you keep your eyes on others all day long." ”

"No way, who let our design department have two big love news!" Lu Dan pouted and smiled and asked quietly: "Xiaomian, haven't you seen that female devil looking for things all day long and following Director Chi's ass, and people who don't know think that Gao Niman has become Director Chi's special assistant!" ”

Jiang Xiaomian just laughed casually when she heard this, didn't answer this, and went out of the building after a while.

When Chi Yang and wanted to come out to explain something to Jiang Xiaomian, he couldn't find anyone, and after turning around, he asked Lu Dan: "Have you seen where Xiaomian went?" ”

Lu Dan also asked strangely: "Director, didn't you ask Xiaomian to go to the workshop to follow up on the new products at the conference when you had a meeting in the morning?" ”

Chi Yanghe was reminded by Lu Dan like this, and his face suddenly felt a little burning embarrassment, "Oh, it's almost time to get off work, I just didn't expect her to pick this time to go." Then he muttered and left.

After everyone saw Chi Yanghe leave, one of the colleagues quietly stirred up the topic: "Have you noticed that our director is a little weird." ”

Someone approached the workbench and asked, "You found it too?" ”

"Well, it seems that the soul is not giving up, just take the matter of him looking for Xiaomian just now, it is obviously something he explained, and he immediately forgot about it when he turned around!"

Lu Dan snickered: "I guess I was dizzy by the female devil." ”

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Chi Yanghe stood alone in the office, through a whole wall of glass windows, he could see the traffic downstairs clearly, and as his thoughts extended, the gathered eyes slowly dispersed, and the city in front of him seemed to be as blurred as a layer of dust. Because of the search just now, he closed his eyes and tried to cover the person in his mind with a dark gaze, the woman!

She is actually Jiang Xiaomian's face.

As soon as Chi Yanghe thought of her, his turbid brain seemed to be eaten by thousands of brain worms. Even those brain worms have the appearance of Jiang Xiaomian.

I haven't seen him for a day, and I'm crazy about it, thinking that this is probably it.

But Chi Yanghe couldn't believe it, and the voice in his heart kept asking himself, why her?

He took a glass of water and gulped it down, but the gurgling swallow was like the deadly sound of love poison. He held his head and calmly doubted that he was unintentionally stepped on by Jiang Xiaomian when he was appreciating the paintings at the Red Square Gallery.

Her foot was not his foot, it was probably his heart.

Is that so?

If it weren't for this, even Chi Yang and himself wouldn't be able to explain why they were so attracted to her.

However, no one will find out. Even he himself found out very late.

Chi Yanghe raised his watch again and looked at the time, it was already time to get off work. He went down the floor to the parking lot, and when he saw Jiang Xiaomian's car still parked there, he walked in the direction of the factory.

In the factory floor, the lights were turned off one after another after the employees left, and the workshop immediately dimmed, and the last machine noise also stopped abruptly. Chi Yanghe shuttled among the crowd of employees who got off work, and his footsteps in the opposite direction were like a dream, and at that moment he almost forgot the purpose of his trip.

In the tailor's wardrobe, an employee called: "Jiang Tezhu, go."

The voice replied, "Oh, okay, I'll be late, there's something to do."

The surroundings have quieted down, and the sound of people has gradually disappeared, Jiang Xiaomian has actually finished the work at hand, and seeing that they are all finished, he dragged out a cloth bag into the cabinet and took out the semi-finished clothes from the previous days.

She opened a whole bag of kapok white wool, held it with her ten fingers, and felt as soft as touching the soft clouds in the sky, and smelled its hidden fragrance, and her heart immediately rejoiced. These cotton wool were collected by herself by setting up a wooden pole to break down the kapok fruit, and then picking out the seeds inside.

In order to get clean kapok wool, Jiang Xiaomian was almost regarded as a "criminal" by the security guards in the park who destroyed the green plants, because those kapok trees were too tall, and if she wanted to shoot down every fruit, she had to hold a long wooden pole there and knock it for a long time, which also caused people around her to always wonder about her behavior.

And the purpose of packing up these cotton wool is to make a cotton suit for Xiang Dongyang. She had been planning it for many days, and just thinking about it made her feel like the most unique and wonderful gift of her life.

She chose a thin ink-colored cotton dress color as the basis for the version, and then filled the cotton wool into it and sewed it on the sewing machine. Because this is a personal property, it is not allowed to be made according to the company's regulations. She can only carry out quietly under the guise of work, and the process can only be simplified.

"Knock Knock"

Suddenly, the sound of someone pushing the door in, Jiang Xiaomian was so frightened that he half-hid his things and picked up the drawings and tables on the side to pretend, but when he saw the person, it was Xiang Dongyang.

"How did you end up here?" Jiang Xiaomian's eyes widened, afraid that he had seen the wrong person.

Xiang Dongyang came over and snatched the drawings from her hand and smiled: "Don't hide it, tell me, why don't you stay in this workshop yet?"

"I ...... I'm working overtime......"

"Huh?" Xiang Dongyang smiled and pulled out the half-finished clothes she had just hidden, "I picked up a new dress!" Then I put it on and looked at it, commenting on where the design was good and I kept sighing that it fits well.

Jiang Xiaomian covered his half-shy face and pointed to the cotton wool that fell on the ground: "Hey, the cotton wool hasn't been filled yet, it's gone, it's ...... dropped."

Xiang Dongyang flicked her forehead with her fingers, looked at her little expression of pain, and said with a smile on her lips: "Why didn't I know that you learned to lie, give you a punishment, say, what are you doing?"

"What you see, I'm doing." Jiang Xiaomian took off the cotton clothes on his body and continued to fill it with cotton wool.

After a while, Jiang Xiaomian began to use the old-fashioned sewing machine to sew the notches on the cotton clothes. Xiang Dongyang sat cross-legged on the ground on the side, clenched her fists and looked at Jiang Xiaomian with her chin high, listening to the "click" of the sewing machine, the cotton clothes moved inch by inch in her hand, the threads were intertwined one by one, and the thin ink-colored cotton clothes wrapped in kapok wool were gradually sewn into shape.

Jiang Xiaomian checked where there were any leaks in the cotton clothes, and said: "If you use the machine outside, the effect must be better than this old-fashioned sewing machine, but there is monitoring outside, so I dare not use it." She stuck out her little tongue as she spoke, with a stupid expression on her face.

"Xiaomian, why did you suddenly remember to make this cotton suit?"

Jiang Xiaomian said without thinking about it: "Because I am in this industry, fashion designer is my dream."

Xiang Dongyang pondered for a while beside him, and when he saw Jiang Xiaomian pondering something with the cotton clothes, he asked again: "Can the cotton clothes filled with kapok wool really be worn?"

"Kapok wool is mostly used to fill pillow quilts, not as good as PP cotton for clothes, pearl cotton is wear-resistant, even if you can't wear it for a few years, it doesn't matter, there are so many kapok in Changnan, it will fall every year, and I'll make you another one when it's broken."

"Oh, you finally said you made the clothes for me!"

Calling to Dongyang, Jiang Xiaomian realized that he didn't recruit himself, so he lowered his head and cut the silk thread and said with a smile: "This cotton suit passed through my hands all the way, starting from drawing drawings and cutting cloth, and hid it for a few days with those employees.

"What does it mean to be lackluster? Listen to you and say it's useless! It's not that bad! Xiang Dongyang said that he took the clothes and put them on his body, and saw a clothes mirror on the side and turned around again, he was so happy that he couldn't move his steps, and his face was full of joyful expressions, just like when he was a child, he wore new clothes for the New Year.

Because the weather was a little hot, he happily turned around in cotton clothes, until there was some fine sweat on his forehead before he was willing to take it off, and he was surprised: "I have to call you Designer Jiang in advance, Designer Jiang's clothes are really extraordinary!"

Jiang Xiaomian cleaned up the leftover wiring on the ground and said with a smile: "I still want to create a clothing brand."

"Then I'll help you come up with a brand name." After Xiang Dongyang finished speaking, he began to blink his thoughtful eyes, and glanced at him again to make thoughtful thoughts.

Jiang Xiaomian knew that he was not good at liberal arts, so he thought that he was just talking casually, and seeing that he was thinking seriously and didn't bother, he just sat there laughing and waiting, with a look of "I'll see what you can come up with" on his expression.

The vocabulary in Xiang Dongyang's mind was almost empty, and his face was crazy in his heart without a trace, and he was occasionally so anxious that he grabbed a handful of hair. After a while, he wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead and said, "Why don't you call it 'Miansi', what do you think?"

"Cotton Spirit?" Jiang Xiaomian saw that it took him a long time to squeeze out these two words, and nodded with a smile in agreement.

Xiang Dongyang took the scissors next to him and cut out a small rectangular strip of cloth, traced the thin word "Miansi" with a pencil, and asked, "Where is the needle and thread?"

Jiang Xiaomian wanted to see what tricks he played, so he found the needle and thread and handed it over, and he used the needle and thread to sew the two words "Miansi" into an embroidery pattern along the outline of the light characters.

Because Xiang Dongyang was not familiar with these needlework, and the strokes of the word "Miansi" were not straight, he stabbed and sewed them one by one, knotted the thread and cut it, cut it and knotted it. When it comes to the word "Tian" in the word "Si", the corner of the needle will be poked by the eye of the needle from time to time. Every time he was stung, he screamed softly, and then looked up at Jiang Xiaomian and smiled awkwardly, always saying "It's going to be good right away."

Jiang Xiaomian also didn't speak on the side, holding his chin quietly looking at his serious appearance, looking at the sweat-soaked fine hair on his forehead, the eyebrows and eyes frowned slightly when they were stung, and his mouth relaxed after the pain. The long or short silk thread in the hand, one by one, is wound into the word "Miansi".

Finally, Xiang Dongyang sewed the four edges of the "cotton si" small cloth strip at the neckline of the cotton shirt. He sewed it for a long time, afraid that there would be an asymmetry and a flaw.

The scene was so quiet that only the sound of the second hand moving could be heard, and then a joyful call to Dongyang.

"Oh, it's finally ......" He breathed a sigh of relief and cut off the needle and thread, and smiled at Jiang Xiaomian with the homemade collar label: "'Cotton Si' represents continuous longing, and this cotton clothing is the debut of 'Cotton Si Clothing'!"

Jiang Xiaomian also giggled, his self-made collar label, the small cloth strip is black, the stitching of the two words "Miansi" is white, and the black cloth is white, and the most conspicuous color is flashed in the intermingling. Of course, the crooked handwriting is also conspicuous, haha, but no one cares.

At this time today, Jiang Xiaomian felt that the moment when he and Xiang Dongyang were in love with each other was just that, the clothes he made by himself, the names he gave with his own hands, and the appearance of each other's clothes were engraved in the eyes of the two people.

The years to come will go by, and the days that go too fast will definitely forget something unforgettable. They hid a handful of longing wool deep into each other's lives, and in this way, every day became a miss.

Jiang Xiaomian and Xiang Dongyang left the workshop with a smile on their wrists, at that time they all thought that they were the only ones left in the workshop to leave, so they turned off the lights and gently buckled the door when they left.

Until their laughter was gone, and the lights that had been turned off were turned on again. From the small corner, he walked out of Chi Yanghe's footsteps.

Chi Yang and Xiang Dongyang came to the workshop at the same time, but he felt that Xiang Dongyang was more qualified to appear next to Jiang Xiaomian.

Secretly seeing the two of them making clothes and naming them under the brand name, Chi Yanghe didn't know if the discomfort in his heart was jealousy.

He stayed alone in the workshop, reflecting on what he had been doing these days.

Some time ago, because of a kapok painting, I had a friendly friendship with Xiang Dongyang, and I didn't like Han Feiran's personality, so I always felt that Jiang Xiaomian would be deceived if he got too close to Han Feiran.

He thought, someone like Han Feiran must not be worthy of Jiang Xiaomian, so he found an opportunity to match her with Xiang Dongyang several times.

Slowly, it all fell into place.

But now Chi Yanghe is really a little uncomfortable, he thought to himself, he saw through everyone, but he didn't see through himself.

To be precise, he just wanted to be a moon old man at the beginning, but in the end, he had to wonder if he had betrayed this profession.

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