Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

There was a pot of hot tea on the coffee table. Hot steam was rising from the spout of the teapot and a tea fragrance was slowly wafting away.

The sound of water splashing was heard.

He Yuzhu picked up the teapot and was pouring tea into the teacup. When he saw that the tea was almost there, he put the teapot back on the coffee table.

He picked up the teacup and gently placed it not far from Chen Xueru.

Chen Xueru was sitting on the sofa at this time, holding the manuscript paper she left for him last time.

She stared at the manuscript, carefully reading the new content. The expression on her face changed from time to time, and her eyebrows curled and relaxed.

He Yuzhu sat aside, poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it carefully, and looked at Chen Xueru beside him with gentle eyes.

Daylight poured into the living room through the window. In the quiet space, the only sound was the rustling of papers flipping.

Chen Xueru turned to the last page, scanned the paper, read the last set of design drawings, and closed the manuscript in her hand.

She subconsciously leaned back on the sofa, supported her chin with one hand, closed her eyes and began to think in her mind, immersed in the idea of ​​changing the design.

It was not until she was awakened by the sound of the teacup hitting the table that she came to her senses and realized that He Yuzhu was sitting next to her.

A trace of panic flashed across Chen Xueru's face. She quickly sat up straight, turned her head, and looked at him apologetically: "Brother Zhuzi, I'm sorry. I forgot you were here."

"Haha! I think you will be an outstanding designer in the future!" He Yuzhu immediately praised her and comforted her, "Xueru, I understand your situation. Sometimes I get so immersed in cooking."

Chen Xueru heard the sincerity in his words, put down the draft, took his hand and smiled like a flower.

"Brother Zhuzi, your drawings are no worse than mine. Humph!"

He Yuzhu couldn't say that he was a fool, so he could only pat her hand gently: "Xueru, my main job is not this, isn't mine yours? Don't be bothered by this."

Chen Xueru thought of her previous behavior and excitedly went to find him with the draft.

I thought it was based on the knowledge she had learned on her own, plus the influence of her surroundings since childhood.

She could show off in front of He Yuzhu, but she didn't expect that after a few days, He Yuzhu would come up with a design that was no worse than hers.

Although it was a bit rough, the design concept was indeed higher than hers, which opened up new ideas for her and brought her great gains.

Chen Xueru felt so embarrassed by the contrast that her toes were curled up into a ball.

"Brother Zhuzi, please tell me your ideas quickly."

He Yuzhu looked at the coquettish beauty in front of him, feeling happy physically and mentally, and squeezed the little hand he was holding: "There's no rush for this, drink some tea first and relax."

Hearing his words, Chen Xueru pulled her hand back, turned sideways, and picked up the teacup on the coffee table: "Brother Zhuzi, wait a minute. I'll go get my pen and notebook."

As soon as she finished speaking, she put down the teacup, stood up and walked towards the study room on the side.

After a while, Chen Xueru walked out of the study with a pen and notebook, and sat down on the sofa.

She opened the notebook on her lap, took the draft and put it under the notebook, and turned her face to the side: "Brother Zhuzi, start talking!"

"You've been to Gaul, so you should be familiar with their court costumes. Our market target is the Ansa countries, so we should focus on these in the early stage."

He Yuzhu paused after he finished speaking, and when he saw her nod in agreement, he continued.

"We can draw on the Soviet Union's Orthodox style and make a set of designs. Their own classic style will be popular with them."

Chen Xueru slid the pen in her hand across the notebook, writing down some sparks that flashed through her mind.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Chen Xueru put down her writing, took out the manuscript paper underneath, and began to write and draw on it.

"Brother Zhuzi, if we add our elements to this, will it be okay?" She stopped writing, raised her head, and looked at He Yuzhu with her beautiful eyes.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu smiled, gave a thumbs up and praised: "Xue Ru, you are really smart!"

Hearing this, Chen Xueru couldn't help but rolled her eyes, lowered her head and continued drawing.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu put the teacup in his hand on the table, moved closer, and leaned over to look at the manuscript paper.

The original design had become completely different in style after her additions and modifications.

From He Yuzhu's perspective in his previous life, although it is not considered to be the top fashion trend, it is definitely at the forefront of fashion in this era.

He Yuzhu sat aside, exclaiming in admiration from time to time, which made Chen Xueru very angry.

"Brother Zhuzi, could you please stop disturbing me!" she said as she reached out and pushed He Yuzhui.

When He Yuzhu saw her state at that moment, he understood that she had a burst of inspiration and was eager to record it.

So he stood up with a smile and said, "Xue Ru, I'll go to the kitchen first. By the way, I have something to do this afternoon and need to go out. I can't go out with you."

"Okay, okay, just go away!" Chen Xueru waved her hand without even raising her head.

After enjoying a delicious lunch, Chen Xueru lay comfortably on the sofa, enjoying double happiness.

The ideological enlightenment brought by the drawings gave her a higher level of spiritual enjoyment.

He Yuzhu looked at the person lying on the sofa and said teasingly: "Oh, luckily I don't come here every day, otherwise you would be fed like a pig."

Chen Xueru opened her eyes, glanced at him, and waved her hand: "Don't you have something to go out this afternoon? I don't want to move, carry me back and rest."

When He Yuzhu heard about such a good opportunity, he stepped forward.

He bent down, picked up the beauty with his arms, and said, "Okay! Wait for the boss lady's instructions! Let's go."

Chen Xueru was held in his arms, feeling the breath blowing against her face, and felt a little confused and excited.

She couldn't help but chuckle at his funny words and reached out to touch his cheek.

On the bustling street, He Yuzhu still had a mysterious smile on his face.

He was still thinking about the exciting scene in the room just now and couldn't help laughing out loud.

His trance-like state was finally ended by the shrill sound of a truck horn that woke him up.

He Yuzhu came back to his senses and cursed himself secretly, what kind of scene had he not seen?

How could I be fascinated at such an instant? I am such a loser!

Hey, it smells so good!

Walking through the streets and alleys, He Yuzhu asked along the way and finally stopped in front of a large courtyard.

He looked around and although the alley showed signs of being cleaned, it was clearly worse than Nanluoguxiang.

As he was looking around, he saw an "intelligence station" not far away - several middle-aged women were sitting there chatting.

He Yuzhu was delighted, thinking that these aunties might know Tang Mingping's address, so he pushed his bicycle towards them.

When he reached the aunties, He Yuzhu stopped and put on a friendly smile.

He took out some hard candies from his pocket and handed them out: "Hello, ladies! I want to ask you something. Does Tang Mingping live in this yard?"

When the aunties saw the candies handed over by He Yuzhu, their eyes lit up and they immediately put down their work and took the candies.

They put the candy in their pockets and answered enthusiastically, "Yes, Tang Mingping lives in this yard."

Hearing the aunt's affirmative answer, He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief: "Is he at home now? I have something to ask him."

At this time, an old lady stood up and said, "I live in this yard. I'll take you there! He should be home now."

As she spoke, she took He Yuzhu and walked towards the slum.

He Yuzhu nodded gratefully and followed the old lady, pushing his bicycle.