"Hey, Xinyu, what kind of book are you reading? I seem to know every word here, but why can't I understand it at all? That night, Liu Xinyu and her sisters in the dormitory went to the classroom for self-study, and she was holding the fashion weekly that Zhao Yanan helped her borrow from Qingdao University to read with relish, when she was suddenly awakened by Hu Xuemei's voice.

Several sisters stretched their heads over at the same time and looked at the weekly magazine in front of Liu Xinyu.

It's just that no matter how they can't understand what is written in it, the illustrations in it make her see that it is a famous journal related to clothing.

Chen Jiao looked at the book in surprise and then looked at Liu Xinyu, her grandfather once went to France to study, and brought back a lot of books when he returned to China.

It's a pity that most of them were destroyed in the movement of those years, and the few books that Chen Jiao's grandfather managed to hide were treasured by the old man on the bookshelf in the study room like treasures.

Because the old man in the family often looks through these books, although Chen Jiao has not studied with the old man, she often helps the old man clean up the study, of course, at a glance, she can see that the one in front of Liu Xinyu is a French periodical.

"Be quiet, sisters, don't affect other people's self-study." Liu Xinyu put her finger to her mouth and gently shushed.

The sisters looked left and right, and sure enough, someone was already staring at them dissatisfied.

This is not the place to talk, anyway, it is already half past eight, so it is better to go back to the dormitory and ask for clarification.

Liu Xinyu sighed helplessly, sure enough, you have to have your own private space!

When she returned to the dormitory, she was interrogated by her sisters, and Liu Xinyu had no choice but to tell the "truth": "I like to design my own clothes, and France is a "fashion country", so I asked a friend to help borrow this fashion weekly from Qingdao University. Mainly look at the illustrations inside.,Text.,It's basically in a state where it can understand me.,But I can't understand it.,But I can even guess how much I can understand.。 ”

Liu Xinyu's words, others believe it or not, Liu Xinyu doesn't know, anyway, Fang Jizhen believes it, and even Chen Jiao believes it a little.

Fang Jizhen trusts Liu Xinyu very much, because there are seven people in the dormitory, Liu Xinyu only told her what kind of work-study she is doing outside, and even knows that the clothes designed by Liu Xinyu have been sold in major department stores in Beijing, and the sales are quite hot.

Liu Xinyu even told her such an important thing, of course it was impossible to deceive her in this kind of thing.

If Liu Xinyu knew that Fang Jizhen trusted herself unconditionally for such reasons, she didn't know how sorry she would be.

Chen Jiao didn't fully believe Liu Xinyu's words, she always felt that Liu Xinyu had something to hide from everyone, but she couldn't find the truth, but she was the only one of the sisters in the dormitory who had been in contact with French, and she had some understanding of the commonalities and differences between French and English.

People with a basic knowledge of English can learn French quickly, and when reading articles, they can really guess because many words are similar.

Liu Xinyu is so smart and has a high talent for language, she will definitely be able to read the journal with a blind guess.

"Is French really that easy to learn?" Han Yueying asked in disbelief.

Liu Xinyu nodded slightly: "Anyway, I've basically finished reading this journal." ”

Han Yueying picked up the journal and tried to read a few lines, but the words in front of her were all familiar, but she couldn't connect the sentences, she couldn't understand them at all, and put the journal back on the table in frustration.

Chen Jiao also tried, although she hadn't really learned, but after all, she had a little French foundation, and after ten minutes, she finally stumbled and barely finished reading the first page, closed the journal and looked at Liu Xinyu in shock and said: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be a journal in the mid-sixties, is the journal from more than ten years ago useful to you?" ”

Liu Xinyu nodded lightly, but she didn't say anything more.

If it weren't for the periodicals of the sixties, maybe she wouldn't have read it!

When she was still in the rain, she read almost all the issues published in this journal after the 80s, but she did not find anything from the 60s or 70s.

A few days ago, I sent a bag to Zhao Yanan, and inadvertently mentioned that I wanted to find a few copies of this journal to read.

It took a lot of effort for Zhao Yanan to help her find two copies.

I just sent it to her yesterday, and Zhao Yanan was worried that she couldn't understand it, and wanted to help her find a teacher who knew French to translate for her.

Of course, Liu Xinyu shook his head and refused, only saying that there was a French teacher in the department, but he really couldn't understand it, so he could ask the teacher for help, but Zhao Yanan didn't insist.

Through this incident, Liu Xinyu decided to get the first profit share, whether it was renting or buying, first of all, let herself have a private space.

Because jackets and bell bottoms are selling very well, Liu Xinyu vaguely found that many people paid attention to her studio in Shenghua Garment Factory.

Although so far, no one has been found to infiltrate the studio, but the number of people who come to the studio to probe their brains has increased significantly.

Liu Xinyu feels that the studio is no longer safe, and the time to go to the studio recently is obviously not as much, and the design drafts are no longer placed in the studio, and they must all be taken away before leaving, and the waste drafts are also handled by herself.

In May, the weather gradually began to heat up, and jacket sales began to decline.

As soon as Liu Xinyu sat down in the studio that day, Secretary Qiao came, and it was Director Fang who invited her to go to the factory, saying that she had something to discuss with her.

It's just a guess, Liu Xinyu also knows what Director Fang is looking for her for.

Liu Xinyu didn't say a word, took off the backpack on his back, relocked the studio, and followed Secretary Qiao to the factory.

"What do you say Secretary Qiao is looking for her to do?"

"What can I do, of course, I want a new design drawing, I can't raise her for nothing!"

"Guess she's going to have a new design this time?"

"I don't think so, I don't know where she got the previous design. How old is she, and how can she design? ”

"Why do you say that, when you first played the board, everyone saw it with their own eyes, she does know how to cut clothes!"

“……”

Behind Liu Xinyu is a series of suspicions about her by the "old men" in the design room, and of course there are voices defending her, but there are too many voices of doubt, and the voices of defense seem a little weak.

"With this gossip, why haven't I seen you come up with a few decent blueprints?" In the end, Fang Ling, who was working next door, couldn't listen to it anymore, so she came over and patted the door, and scolded everyone a few words before everyone shut up.

Seeing that everyone finally lived in peace, Fang Ling returned to her office.

I was stunned for a moment at my own design on the table, this design picture is a summer outfit, although it is a little different from last year's summer dress, but it really doesn't see anything new.

I have seen Liu Xinyu's design and the popularity of jacket bell bottoms, and such a design can't be taken at all.

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