In order to save money, she calculated the number of meters, bought the fabric, and then found a tailor who lived nearby, paid some manual fees, and asked her to process it on her behalf.

Combined, it is much cheaper than buying the finished product directly, and the color, style and specific size can be decided by yourself.

On the first day, she sent the fabric to the tailor surnamed Wang, whom she called Aunt Wang, and when she went to pick it up the next day, she happened to meet a colleague of her mother, who came to pick up the clothes, tried it, and felt that the waist was not suitable, probably not in a hurry to wear it, so she and Aunt Wang discussed carefully how to change it to be more satisfactory.

An Ran took the things, and was not in a hurry to go, so he also listened to it interestingly, and slowly heard a little taste, and finally simply came up with some ideas, but I didn't expect my mother's colleague and Aunt Wang to listen to it, but I thought her idea was good, and even if I tried to modify it, it really looked much more pleasing to the eye.

On the way back from Aunt Wang, An Ran gradually had an idea.

Can you learn some cutting techniques by yourself?

After all, she has more memories of later generations than her contemporaries, and the clothes of the people now seem to her to be a bit rustic, and there are many places that can be improved.

Maybe she can hire a few tailors like Aunt Wang, and she doesn't need to design clothes, as long as she adds a little popular elements to the current clothing style more than ten years later, and then mass-produces, or opens her own store to operate, or makes it a small wholesale, is this a way to make money?

Regardless of whether the plan to process clothing can succeed, Enron feels that this is an idea.

Fortunately, she still has half a year to study and improve slowly.

Now in front of her, the most important thing is the issue of school opening and military training.

Walking into Jinling City No. 24 Middle School, where he had lived and studied for six years in his previous life, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery around him, An Ran couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion and sighs in his heart.

Since the school has a junior high school and a high school, the campus area is much larger than that of a regular middle school.

An Ran remembers that No. 24 Middle School nearly doubled in size five years after she graduated.

When she passed by later, she could hardly believe that it was the place where she had been for six years, and it had become unrecognizable, and the new school building and school gates had almost blinded her.

However, the vice-principal who was in charge of the expansion at the time also went to prison because of financial problems.

The current teaching building of No. 24 Middle School is still the familiar old one, short and old, but also kind and sturdy.

An Ran's promotion to No. 24 Middle School was completely the result of the academic stream.

Of course, when she learned that she was classified into twenty-four, she cried.

She was the only one in her elementary school class who was placed in the 24th middle school, and the rest of her classmates were placed in other school districts.

Although she was relatively withdrawn in elementary school and had no special friends, she was alone and assigned to a completely unfamiliar environment, and she still felt very lonely and lonely at a young age.

Because of this, after entering junior high school, because I couldn't stand the feeling of loneliness, I had to be lively, slowly open my heart, and make classmates.

At this time, she was a little glad that the faces of her elementary school classmates had long been indistinguishable due to their age, only the names of some people were still vaguely remembered, and the rest had long been forgotten in the river of memory and were washed away.

A few days ago, when I was walking on the road, I met a little girl who came up to greet her very warmly, and she almost wore a goof.

The little girl rushed to her, and then circled around her in a fuss: "Ah, Anle, I haven't seen you for a summer vacation, how did you become like this!" ”

"What's changed?"

"It's pretty." The little girl's eyes stared intently, and the words in her mouth were like fried beans, loud and crisp: "I have lost a lot of weight, whiter, my eyes are bigger, and my hair is good." Saying that, she also raised her hand and touched An Ran's face, An Ran was defenseless for a while to be touched by her, she touched it and didn't pull it down, and then pinched it again: "Tsk, it's so tender, did you just eat tender tofu this summer vacation, didn't eat, this skin is like this." ”

An Ran was touched and pinched by her, although she couldn't talk about being in a hurry, but she also had a bit of a sense of crying and laughing.

The skin has changed, she feels quite obvious, after all, she has to touch her face every day, as for whitening, that's for sure, pay attention to sunscreen when you go out, and usually take more maintenance, and besides, she doesn't go out often, and it's too unreasonable to be white.

As for losing a lot of weight, she really didn't notice it.

A thirteen-year-old girl is not much fat. She didn't go out of her way to weigh herself, these days she patronized and played with her willpower every day tug-of-war, and at first she often paid attention to observation, and then patronized to check the progress of her daily tasks, and gradually forgot about it.

As for the parents who see each other every day, the daughter cooks food and drinks for the family every day, and she doesn't eat less, of course, she doesn't pay special attention to whether An Le has become thinner.

The little girl talked to An Ran for a long time about the life of this summer vacation, the changes in the classmates, and it was not until the end of the conversation that An Ran had a chance to interject and knew her name: Liu Nana.

The process of class assignment was very fast, but the teacher in charge of the reception had a little doubt about her name, and after she took out the household registration book and the letter of introduction, it was successfully resolved.

An Ran, like in his previous life, was still assigned to the fourth class a year, and the head teacher still wore deep myopia glasses, a little toothy, thin and dry, and Yang Zhongming, a very kind but very recognizable little old man.

After the shift, the seats were assigned, and it was only here that there was a slight change.

An Ran's tablemate was no longer the boy named Wu Tao before, but Jiang Jieyun.

For this change, Enron was greatly surprised.

If Wu Zerong is a topic of conversation that makes old classmates dig up fried cold rice from time to time, then Jiang Jieyun is a legendary figure who makes old classmates still happy to talk about it many years later.

To say that Jiang Jieyun is a legend, first of all, lies in his contradictions.

If you let An Ran evaluate Jiang Jieyun.

She can only name three things:

First, he was a bad student.

It's the kind of bad in the real sense, and it's definitely not a naughty class and a petty fight with the teacher. Fighting, skipping school is simply common. formed a gang outside the school, and legend has it that he really mixed into the underworld, worshiped his eldest brother, and handed over a name sticker.