In the yard, Lao Fang and Xiao Cui chatted enthusiastically. They had endless common topics about Qun Yu Yuan and a certain girl named Xiao Hong.
In the studio, Li Yi thought for a moment, then continued to draw samples.
In addition, he also wrote the story behind each costume, and made it up if he didn't have one. As long as he had enough imagination, he could draw what the Seven Fairies and Chang'e wore.
Dressing should not only be used to cover the body to avoid the cold, but also to express feelings. After the women in Kyoto wake up every morning, the first thing that comes to their mind is whether they want to wear the Weaver Girl style or the Chang'e style, or the fairy style. , red orange yellow green blue blue purple, which series can better reflect your mood
A woman's wardrobe is always missing a piece of clothing. What they want to do is to benefit the majority of female compatriots and make up for the missing piece of clothing.
Women's clothing is constantly improving, and the dyes are becoming more diversified. The reform of Jingguo's clothing industry has begun to take shape.
In the studio, Zeng Zuimo sat on the side, brought over the samples that Li Yi had drawn, flipped through them, and occasionally added something to them.
Li Yi doesn't need to read what she changed.
I can only be regarded as a plagiarism dog at most, and the opposite is a real master, but I lack a library, and my knowledge is limited by the times.
Li Yi finished drawing a painting, looked up at the outside of the house, and said casually: "It's almost noon, do you want to go out for a walk?"
Zeng Zuimo put down the painting, looked at him and asked, "Why?"
"You don't..." Li Yi said half a sentence, but suddenly stopped talking.
Zeng Zuimo stared at him and asked, "How do you know?"
She has the habit of walking in the alley after lunch every day. On the one hand, she wants to digest food, and on the other hand, she wants to see more about the clothes of women in Kyoto and seek some inspiration.
However, this habit was only formed two months ago, how could he know
Li Yi lowered his head to paint, and pretended to say something casually: "Hey, Xiaocui told me."
"The coughing means that you have to think about how to make up a reason." Zeng Zuimo glanced at him and said, "I'll ask Xiaocui."
"Cough, cough, actually those people in the teahouse across the street told me." Li Yi looked up at her and said, "You know, you and Miss Ruoqing have special identities, and something like that happened a while ago. There are a lot of people watching."
"You coughed twice this time." Zeng Zuimo looked at him and asked, "The person I saw a few times ago is really you?"
"no."
There was silence in the room.
Lao Fang walked in from the outside and said, "Master, I'm going to the Wang's house to talk about something this afternoon, it's getting late..."
There are still many drawings that have not been drawn, Li Yi thought for a while and said: "You send someone to Wang's house to say that I have something to do today, and I will visit tomorrow."
"Then, well..." Lao Fang shook his head helplessly, and walked out of the house.
"Go and do your business." Zeng Zuimo stood up and said, "After seeing these drawings, I have a lot of thoughts in my heart. I will draw the rest."
Li Yi waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's okay to be a day late, you didn't sleep well yesterday, go and rest first."
Zeng Zuimo nodded, turned and walked out of the studio.
"Brother Fang, have you really seen... such a big glazed ball!"
In the yard, Xiao Cui's eyes were full of brilliance, and she looked at Lao Fang with some admiration and asked.
Lao Fang waved his hand and said, "Of course, a fist-sized glazed ball is nothing, and I've seen even bigger ones."
The expression on Xiaocui's face became even more admiring, and she asked, "How much can you sell for that fist-sized glass?"
A smile appeared on Lao Fang's face, and he said, "Guess?"
"One hundred taels?" Xiaocui asked tentatively.
"Ten thousand taels!" Lao Fang pointed to the bracelet on her wrist and said, "Don't underestimate the thing you're wearing, it's worth at least three thousand taels of silver."
The expression on Xiaocui's face froze, and she looked at the string of beautiful beads on her wrist in disbelief.
There was pain on the old Fang's face, and he said, "Ten thousand taels was smashed by that prodigal son Wang Yong. If it wasn't for my uncle not caring about it, I would have to teach him a lesson!"
"Wang Yong... Wang's family." Zeng Zuimo stood on the porch, glanced into the house, and murmured, "Luochuan Wang's family?"
Xiaocui had already taken off the beads in her hand, wrapped them up carefully, and asked a little puzzled: "Brother Fang, why, 10,000 taels of silver can buy so many things, and if something is broken, should it be bought?" Let them pay for it."
The old Fang nodded deeply, and said, "Yes, my uncle said that the Wang family of Luochuan that sells apples is the richest family in Jingguo, and this time a business deal with them will involve at least two million taels. The money..., bah, so what if you have money, you don't know how to pay for something broken, scum..."
"Luochuan royal family..."
Zeng Zuimo took a deep breath, and softly uttered these four words.
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Miss Zeng actually brought over a cup of hot tea, and Li Yi finally felt a little bit of comfort in his wounded heart that was pierced today.
It's just that this time she didn't leave, she sat at another table beside her, as if she was continuing the unfinished work from last night.
Li Yi glanced at it and didn't look at it again. There were still a lot of patterns to be drawn. After the patterns were made, the next step was sewing. At least for half a year, she wouldn't have to work so hard by herself.
I don't know how many paintings I have drawn, but there is already a thick pile of rice paper next to it. Li Yi put down the pen, stretched his body, and couldn't help being slightly startled when he raised his head.
She folded her hands on the table and rested her head on it, and fell asleep at some point.
Even in her sleep, she could see the trace of exhaustion between her brows. After 1 hour, the temperature dropped a little. Li Yi got up and walked over, took off his outer robe, and gently put it on for her.
He looked down for a long time, looking at the face that he hadn't seen for a long time but was still very familiar, with a complicated expression.
"Sorry, you read that right..."
He said something in a low voice, and walked out of the room very lightly. The sky was getting dark, and Lao Fang was lying on the stone table in the yard, staring at the sunset in the sky.
"gone."
Li Yi walked to his side and said something, Lao Fang suddenly woke up, stood up abruptly, and was about to follow him away, but he seemed to have discovered something, with a look of shock on his face: "Grandpa, where are your clothes!"
At the same moment when the two stepped out of the courtyard door, the woman opened her eyes in the slightly dark room. In the darkness, there was something more crystal clear than colored glaze.
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"I can't send it..."
Lao Fang scratched his head depressingly, Xiaohong's birthday was approaching, and he planned to give her some glass ornaments as gifts, but after hearing what my uncle said, he hesitated.
A maid who works in a brothel, if the jewelry on her body can buy several such brothels, isn't it a little bit of publicity
He can't be by her side all the time, just in case he meets someone who wants to make money...
"Let's send it later." Lao Fang said with a sigh.
Shaking his head, when he was about to go home, a voice came from behind him.
"Uncle Fang, come here, I have something to ask you."
Old Fang turned his head and saw the woman standing in the yard. After being stunned, he immediately walked over and asked, "Miss, what's the matter?"