"Scent of flowers?"
"Yes." Anna smiled.
Mr. Gorman, wearing sleeves and holding a ruler, has had a bit of dark hair that has grown a little lately, but he hasn't had time to take care of it, so a strand of it hangs down his cheek.
"Dad, you need to get your hair trimmed." Miss Oria, Mr. Goldman's daughter, said softly, "How about today?"
"I'll get things ready," said Mr. Prokhov cheerfully.
"Did I say I got my hair trimmed today?" Mr. Goldman said a little unhappy.
"Don't be self-willed, Dad." Miss Oria tugged on the former's sleeve, and she signaled Prokhov to prepare something.
"I thought you remembered who your father was, Oria," said Mr. Goldman, putting down his ruler. As he left, he pointed a piece of violet cloth with his finger.
"I think it's fitting, Pavel."
At Anna's request, Miss Oria deleted the word Mr. Although she is gentle, she is not overly reserved and restrained.
"I think so too." Anna said, she decided to wait until later. Now, the tailor shop is temporarily closed, and the four of them have gone to the backyard.
Prokhov laid out things, very old hair-fixing appliances.
Mr. Goldman was sitting on the stool, wearing a dark cloth, and Miss Oria tied up her black hair. With clean hands, she skillfully held the hair styling tools.
Because Mr. Goldman is tall, and Miss Oria is only twelve years old after all, although she behaves like an adult, Anna is still a little worried about the knife in her hand.
"Don't worry, Pavel, Miss Oria has been doing this since she was six years old." Prokhov blinked and said in a friendly tone, as if he had known Oria since childhood.
"Thank you for your concern, Pavel." Oria smiled gently, but his hands were very neat.
It didn't take long for Mr. Goldman's excessively long hair to be trimmed clean and tidy. Miss Oria's fingers seemed to be magical, soft and beautiful. The knife fluttered in her hands, as if she was a skilled barber.
Mr. Goldman has a rather irritable temper, and he went out as soon as he packed up, leaving the yard in a mess.
Prokhov was called out by Mr. Goldman. Before he left, he told Miss Oria to leave the things on the ground, and he would come back to clean up.
But Anna saw that after they left, Miss Oria was carefully cleaning up the trace bit by bit.
"Let me do it." Anna said, rolling up her sleeves, after all, she was a man at the moment.
"No need, I've always been the one to do this." Miss Oria blinked, her beautiful eyes seemed to have two small swirls, making people want to stare at her unconsciously.
Anna couldn't hold back the little girl, she stood up straight, and the corners of Oria's skirt dragged a little. The quality of the skirt is precious, but the texture is extremely simple.
After getting along for so long, Anna discovered that this young lady is not only not coquettish, but also not the type who prefers to dress up.
Her life is simple, she does not go shopping in her free time, but reads books, and most of the time she helps in the store.
She is not good at making clothes, but she knows a little bit, just like a potted flower, it won't feel too obtrusive wherever it is placed. She doesn't seem to have many friends either, but Oria doesn't seem to care about that.
Anna saw Oria pick up Mr. Goldman's black hair bit by bit and put it in the palm of his hand. The dark cloth was cleaned very cleanly.
She looked a little hopeless. During these days, although Anna felt that Miss Oria had a very good relationship with Prokhov, she didn't seem to see that kind of relationship between men and women.
Perhaps it was because she was too young, perhaps, Mr. Prokhov was really just in love.
These thoughts swirled in Anna's mind, but she didn't ask. In any case, this is Prokhov's business. She thought that if she said it with good intentions, there might be something wrong.
After Anna saw Miss Oria packed up, she went to the counter.
"Do your own thing, I can see it here." Miss Oria said, holding the account book in her hand, her hands were long and slender, and the fingertips were as white and tender as green onions.
Anna thanked her and began to scribble on the paper.
She was always absorbed in drawing things, and Miss Oria was a very quiet person. So she didn't notice that the other party was looking at her until after she finished.
"Have you been watching me?"
"Sorry." Miss Oria smiled lightly, and then said, "Your skin is better than girls."
Anna froze for a moment, and then slapped a haha.
Miss Oria raised her hand and pointed to her drawing.
"Is this the dress for Miss Eliza?"
"Yes." Anna nodded.
Miss Oria sincerely praised a few words, and then said: "My father rarely praises others, but I know that he thinks you are very talented."
"kindness?"
Miss Oria smiled, without further explanation, she just pointed to another place and said, "I think this place can be tightened up a bit, what do you think?"
Anna thought for a while, then added a few strokes, and she really felt better.
"I think Oria is very talented, why don't you learn from Mr. Goldman?" she asked.
Miss Oria pursed her lips and smiled: "You praise me too much, Pavel, I don't have any talent. I just often watch my father make clothes. I've watched it for a long time, so I know something. If you let me do it myself , I can't do it."
"I, Prokhov, we are not talented people. My father is rather arrogant. If I force him to teach me, although he will agree, he will not feel happy after all. You are different, you have ideas. Although Dad didn't say it, I can see it."
Anna felt that Miss Oria's every word was so considerate, no wonder Mr. Prokhov loved her.
Later, at the dining table at Chief Karenin's house, he heard his wife sigh.
"If I were a man, I'd love her too."
Anna took a bite of the small mushroom and said, "Who can not love her?"
"You are my wife, Anna," said Karenin solemnly. "This is an unalterable fact."
Anna giggled and almost choked.
"Eat well when you eat." Karenin frowned and asked the servant to bring another glass of water.
Anna drank water, calmed down for a while, then nodded, but the smile still lingered on her face.
A week later, Anna gave the clothes to Miss Elisa.
"You made this?" Miss Elisa was very surprised. The astonishment on her face when she first saw the clothes was more surprising now.
"Yes!" Anna seemed very happy, and Mr. Goldman affirmed her efforts after seeing the finished product.
"Aren't you going to try it?" Anna asked.
A smile reappeared on Miss Eliza's face, "Ah, yes, I will try."
After Miss Elisa got dressed, everyone present was amazed.
"Your hair needs to be taken care of later, like this." Because Anna was too excited, she walked up to Elisa, and made a gesture by hooking a strand of her hair with her fingers.
Because she was so close, she noticed that although Miss Eliza was smiling, it seemed a little forced.
Anna's heart skipped a beat, and she asked softly, "Are you not satisfied?"
"Why, it's very pretty, the prettiest gown I've ever seen!" said Miss Eliza, with sweetly curved eyes.
Anna is relieved.
"Please be sure to attend the dance at seven o'clock in the evening." Miss Eliza sent out an invitation. She had already told them before, and Anna would definitely go.
From Miss Elisa's house to the way back, Anna was very happy.
It was eleven o'clock in the morning, and she began to dream of Eliza's splendor at the ball in that dress.
That would be a blessed dress, like spring, representing love and sweetness.
She was at home getting ready for Karenin's return from the ministry at four o'clock.
Almost as soon as the carriage came in, Anna lifted her skirt and trotted over.
She barely concealed her excitement, even giving her husband a hug in public.
"I'm so happy!" Anna announced.
She let go before Karenin could speak.
"She's satisfied, Mr. Gorman has affirmed me!" she shared the message with her husband.
Karenin originally wanted to remind his wife, but now seeing her excited expression, he fell back into his mouth. He said, "Congratulations, Anna."
"I want to thank you!" said Anna, looking tenderly at her husband.
"I couldn't have done it without your support. You don't know how much your actions mean to me, Alexie, you're amazing, and I, really love you." At the end She said the sentence in a low voice, only two people could know it.
Karenin coughed slightly, pressing his fist to his lips.
"It's nothing, Anna," he said. "You don't have to thank me so formally."
"No." Anna shook her head.
"If I can be very polite and patient to others, how can I ignore your kindness to me?"
"So, I want to thank you and tell you that I love you very much." This time she said it without blushing.
Karenin did not say anything immediately after hearing this, but said after a while: "I love you too, Anna."
Anna looked up and looked at each other in surprise.
After all, she herself is a modern person, and some things can be bold and careless, but Karenin has always been the one who talks about decency.
Don't kiss lips in front of others, don't say romantic and intimate words, don't hold hands in public...
And now, answer her love language.
But anyway, it is indeed another happy thing.
"I heard it." Anna said, putting her right hand on her heart, looked at the other party seriously, and finally smiled: "Here, it has been conveyed."
Karenin saw her move, and finally, after seeing that there was no one around, he slowly raised his right hand and placed it on the atrium with some hesitation.
Then he noticed that this immature behavior made her wife smile very sweetly.
Therefore, this behavior was also taken into consideration by Karenin. Some applicability rules have been revised again.
Appropriate immaturity can be exchanged for a smile.
This is, an appropriate exchange.