Jiang Guanyu is grateful and respectful to Grandma Xiang from the bottom of his heart.

After his father's death, my mother took their brother and sister to have a very difficult life.

Grandma Xiang couldn't bear it, so she taught her mother the craft of cutting, and praised her for her understanding, which was more suitable for being a tailor than her daughter Zhao Mei.

My mother relied on her tailoring skills to pull their brother and sister into adults over the years.

Strictly speaking, my mother can be regarded as Grandma Xiang's registered disciple.

"By the way, isn't Aunt Lan a tailor herself? Why don't you ask Aunt Lan to help you make clothes? ”

Jiang Xia also thought of this question and asked with some puzzlement.

"This dress was originally designed for my mother, and I wanted to surprise her."

Jiang Guanyu didn't say that he had prepared a costume design for his little sister, but only said that he would make clothes for his mother.

After all, it's a surprise, I used to know it, so I was only happy and not surprised.

Jiang Xia nodded suddenly: "Did you bring the design draft?" Show me, if the pattern is new, I'll ask my grandmother to make it for you. ”

"Isn't Grandma Xiang already washing her hands now?"

Jiang Guanyu asked in some surprise.

Jiang Xia pursed his lips and smiled without saying a word, tilting his head proudly.

"Whew! I forgot, Grandma Xiang is the most precious granddaughter of yours, and it's not a matter of words to have you come forward. ”

Jiang Guanyu suddenly came to his senses and said with a dumb smile.

"That's not necessarily, it depends on whether the clothes you design can get into the eyes of your grandmother."

Although Jiang Xia had been prepared for a long time, no matter what the clothing design was, she would ask her grandmother to help, but she still said arrogantly.

Jiang Guanyu said confidently when he heard this: "Don't worry, the clothes I designed will definitely be able to enter Grandma's eyes." ”

As he spoke, he took out the costume design draft of the cheongsam from his arms.

Jiang Xia took a glance, and his eyes lit up suddenly.

Tsai carefully looked at the novel style that he had never seen on the design draft, and exclaimed in shock: "Oh my God, it's so beautiful, and this painter, what kind of painting method is this, when did you learn to paint?" ”

As the saying goes, insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness.

Although the cheongsam pattern is not professional, there is no detailed data.

But Jiang Guanyu's painters are not covered, and he does not use the most common floor plans of this year.

Instead, the combination of dotted and solid lines is used to make the overall pattern of the cheongsam three-dimensional, bringing its elegant and noble beauty to the paper, bringing people a great visual impact.

Bao Xiaoyu and Jiang Guanxue also poked their heads out, covered their mouths in shock and exclaimed: "Ah, this is too good-looking." ”

Jiang Guanyu's face was not red and he pulled his mother out as a shield: "My mother was an art student when she was young, and I perfectly inherited my mother's talent, just think about it, this is what I figured out, I named it cheongsam." ”

Jiang Guanxue pursed her lips, feeling that her brother is getting more and more good at nonsense now, why doesn't she know that her mother was an art student when she was young?

But she likes her current brother so much, so naturally she won't expose him on the spot.

Jiang Xia was convinced, and nodded again and again: "I have heard my grandmother say before that Aunt Lan has art skills, has a solid foundation, and learns to cut faster than my mother." ”

Jiang Guanxue: "......"

Isn't my mother just a rural woman?

When did you become an art student?

How did she not know?

Where would she have thought that in order to dispel Jiang Guanyu's idea of becoming a soldier, her mother had to play the bitter card before telling her about her past.

Otherwise, those sweet and poignant memories may not be uttered by her for the rest of her life.

"It's so beautiful, I want to make one for my mom too."

Bao Xiaoyu stared at the cheongsam on the drawing without blinking, and said with envy on his face.

Of course, she's just talking.

Although the conditions in her family are not bad, because her parents are in an arranged marriage.

Father and mother did not have any feelings, especially after he took over his grandfather's class and became an employee of a state-owned unit, he felt that his mother was a rural woman who was not worthy of him at all, and his attitude towards her was even worse.

If it weren't for the fact that she gave birth to two sons for the Bao family, I'm afraid she would have been swept out of the house long ago.

Thinking of this, Bao Xiaoyu's eyes became a little gloomy.

Her mother is an honest country woman, who works hard for this family, but she has to endure her father's endless abuse and insults.

Her weakness and grievances not only failed to make her father restrain in the slightest, but became more and more serious.

In the past, I just scolded and couldn't do anything, but now as long as something goes wrong, I will punch and kick my mother.

Growing up in such an environment, even her two older brothers were affected and became extremely patriarchal.

Not only did he not maintain her only sister, but he often scolded her for being a money-loser.

Fortunately, although the father dislikes his mother in every way, he still loves her as a daughter.

Otherwise, she would not have had the opportunity to study at all.

All the superficial optimism and heartlessness are just her self-anesthesia.

This is also the reason why she is obviously from the county town, but she still has to live in the school all year round.

She was resisting, resisting to return to the home that disgusted her.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Others didn't pay attention to the sadness that flashed in Bao Xiaoyu's eyes, but they were seen by the fat fat who always paid close attention to her.

"Cousin, when you go back and ask grandma to make a cheongsam, can you help Xiaoyu's mother make one too? I'll pay for it. ”

Fat immediately seized the opportunity to offer courtesy, and pleaded with Jiang Xia with a sincere face.

"No, no, I'm just talking."

Bao Xiaoyu was taken aback, and waved his hand again and again to refuse.

"You have to ask Yu Yanzi about this, he designed it."

Jiang Xia ignored Bao Xiaoyu's refusal, but kicked the ball to Jiang Guanyu.

After all, she is not familiar with fat, and it is not appropriate to refuse directly.

In her opinion, this cheongsam is unique, and it is Jiang Guanyu's filial piety to her mother.

Fat doesn't understand, but she is a woman, and her mind should be more delicate.

One of the most annoying things for women is probably bumping into other people's shirts.

Sure enough, Jiang Guanyu's brows furrowed.

This cheongsam was carefully prepared by him for his mother, and naturally he hoped that it would be unique.

What's more, the cheongsam is not something that anyone can control.

If a woman with a bad figure and a bad temperament wears it, she will have a feeling that she can't become an anti-dog.

He hadn't met Bao Xiaoyu's mother, and he wasn't sure if she would be able to handle the cheongsam.

But whether it is fat or Bao Xiaoyu, it is difficult for him to say anything to refuse.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Guanyu looked at Bao Xiaoyu and asked, "Xiaoyu, do you have a photo of your mother?" ”

"Why do you want pictures of my mother?"

Bao Xiaoyu asked puzzled, but still took out a photo of her mother from her wallet.

"Cheongsam is a kind of clothing that has high requirements for figure and temperament, and not everyone is suitable for wearing, so I want to take a look at your mother's photos and design a special set of clothes for her."

Jiang Guanyu changed to a more tactful way to show his attitude.

"Help my mom design a dress?"

Bao Xiaoyu's eyes widened in astonishment, and she lost her voice in disbelief.