cheongsam boy

Song Rin has gone back and forth on Jingbei Road three times.

Every time he passed by, Song Rin's eyes couldn't help but fall on the cheongsam shop.

No, to be more precise, it fell on the cheongsam with a stand-up collar and a red rose on a blue background.It was quietly displayed in the window, and the fire clouds in the evening were refracted by the beads, drawing a piece of gold thread on it, and at the same time dazzled with magnificence.

Inch by strand, like a small hook hooked Song Rin's heart.

Song Rin's hands trembled slightly. After several ideological struggles, he finally parked the car on the driveway outside the cheongsam shop.

Song Rin knew he shouldn't do this, if he wanted to wear a cheongsam, he could just buy it online, there was no need to go to a cheongsam shop in person.

But at the same time, he also knows that such a cheongsam cannot be easily bought online, and this kind of handmade is often a matter of fate, once you miss it, it will be hard to meet again.

Song Rin, who has missed many times due to timidity, knows this well.

Song Rin let go of the accelerator, took out a soothing tablet from the side bag while adjusting his breathing, looked at the meter given by the doctor, took a tablet and swallowed it directly with water.

This is a new medicine, he didn't dare to be careless, and he added the medicine according to his previous temperament.

The medicine didn't work that fast, so Song Rin waited in the car for a while, until his hands stopped trembling and his back stopped getting cold before he opened the car door and walked into the cheongsam shop.

Gentle warm air comes in with the action of pushing the door, and the old sandalwood rises from the incense burner on the ceiling, blows along the path of the wind to the store and sweeps across the shoulder collar of every cheongsam.

Even Song Rin, who had seen various international scenes, couldn't help being stunned when faced with this line of exquisite cheongsams.

The cheongsams in this shop are different from the ones Song Rin bought and wore before. The beauty of stitching is incomparable to any machine.

Song Rin couldn't help but gasped, staring straight at the Suzhou embroidered cheongsam in front of him. Just as he was about to reach out to touch it, a clear male voice came with the sound of jade beads colliding.

"Hello, what do you need?"

Song Rin looked around, and saw that the questioner raised the bead curtain, took off the retro gold chain glasses on the bridge of the nose, and a pair of threatening fox eyes came at you with residual pressure.

The warm light from the rain flower stone on the curtain seemed to be soaked in water in the eyes of the questioner, and the magnificence outlined was even more breathtaking than the golden phoenix on the cheongsam.

Song Rin couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and held back her hands for a long time before faltering: "I... I'll take a look at the cheongsam."

The questioner responded, hanging the gold-rimmed glasses on his chest: "We have ready-made clothes and custom-made clothes here, which one do you want?"

"Does the ready-made clothes mean the ones displayed here?" Song Rin raised his hand and gestured around the shop.

"Yes," the questioner nodded, walked to the tea table aside, and said while pouring water, "I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Seeing him pouring water, Song Rin hurried forward to take it, and said with a smile, "Song Rin."

Having said that, he quickly added: "Rin, the winter has come."

Hearing Song Rin's reply, the questioner responded and stretched out his hand: "Gu Zhuo, Zhuo Zhuo is as brilliant as Zhuo."

"It's shining," Song Rin stretched out his hand and shook it halfway, and couldn't help laughing and joking while thinking about it, "Then we both happen to be hot and cold."

What to say when you see someone is a skill that Song Rin has practiced early in the morning. Regardless of whether it is related or not, it is right to get closer first.

Gu Zhuo didn't pick out the point of what he said, smiled and withdrew his hand, stood aside a little and brought the topic back: "I don't know which kind Mr. Song needs?"

Following Gu Zhuo's stepping back, Song Rin was able to look through the cheongsams displayed in the shop better. He took a sip from the teacup and asked after thinking for a while.

"You are here..."

"Boss," Gu Zhuo lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped his glasses, "I'm also a tailor. I make all the cheongsams here. If you want to order, you can also find me."

"Oh, it's amazing," Song Rin praised sincerely, he paused, and asked tentatively, "How long does it take for you to make an order here?"

"I can't be sure about this, it depends on your request." Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand and straightened several cheongsams next to each other, "But they all need to be reserved one month in advance. Are you in a hurry?"

It is definitely not urgent to be anxious, but Song Rin's coming here today was an impulsive act, and his gradually recovered rationality will not make him make further outrageous actions.

Song Rin suppressed the regret in his heart, and sighed softly: "Then there is no need to customize it, I will just pick it from the finished product."

After speaking, he immediately explained: "I just came back from abroad, and I forgot to buy a gift for my mother. I just saw your cheongsam shop, so I wanted to come in and have a look."

This statement is half true and half false, but after years of hard work in the translation field, Song Rin has cultivated the ability to not change his face, and he said it with a smile, just like the truth.

Hearing what he said, Gu Zhuo didn't say anything else. He looked away and led the person forward: "Since it's for the elders, the color and pattern should be more calm and dignified... Oh, yes, I haven't asked yet." The figure of your mother is all handmade here, and the size of each finished product is different, and there is only one piece, so it is not easy to choose the one that fits you as you like."

"Ah...that's it," Song Rin understood, she lowered her eyes and pondered for a while, bit her lips and loosened her lips for a while before replying, "Then...my mother is a little shorter than me by three or four centimeters, um...but a little fatter than me Some."

"Be fatter." Gu Zhuo tilted his head slightly, as if he was not surprised by Song Rin's description, and there was a little unspeakable smile in his voice, "How big is the gap?"

"That's... probably like this." Song Rin gestured at his waist and shoulders, trying to control the gap.

While Song Rin was talking, Gu Zhuo was recording on paper, and after he had a rough estimate, he led Song Rin and turned to the last row of shelves.

His round fingertips explored the heavy wood-colored hangers, flicked them, and accompanied by a crisp sound, Gu Zhuo sorted out a few cheongsams from a pile.

"I estimate that these are the only ones that match." Gu Zhuo straightened the collar of the cheongsam, "See if you are satisfied."

Song Rin responded, and stepped forward to take a closer look.

There is definitely nothing to choose from these few embroidery techniques, but the colors and patterns are a bit too old-fashioned, and Song Rin is not satisfied with them.

Song Rin was silent for a while looking at those cheongsams, then turned around and said, "This... Boss Gu, are there only a few that fit your figure? Are there any brighter ones?"

Speaking of this, Song Rin couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, leaned forward and asked, "Like the red rose with blue background in the window, do you have it?"

"Oh, that one," Gu Zhuo understood, "it's fine, but if you... your mother wears it, it may be a bit big, because it was ordered by a tall foreign customer before, so it should fit Not too snug."

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to be looser." Song Rin heard that there was hope, and the excitement in his eyes couldn't be hidden. He couldn't help but stepped forward and pulled Gu Zhuo, and repeated, "It's okay to be looser."

This action was obviously beyond Gu Zhuo's expectation, he was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously stepped back.

The distance between the two opened, Song Rin also came back to his senses, immediately realized his gaffe, and hastily withdrew his hand and tugged dryly at the corner of Gu Zhuo's mouth.

The action just now was really a little too reckless, a trace of blame flashed in Song Rin's eyes, and he was about to explain and apologize but was interrupted by Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo straightened his cuffs and said gently, "I'll take you to see that cheongsam."

Since the other party gave the step down, Song Rin was not someone who insisted on entanglement, nodded with a decent smile, and followed him to the window at the door.

Because of the orderer, the clothes made were too big, and it looked a bit too loose to wear on the model, but the clothes that couldn't hold up couldn't stop its beauty, especially when it was blown by the wind in the twilight. Flicking by, the curves under the interweaving of light are hazy.

Gu Zhuo moved the model out of the window and put it between the two of them, and asked, "Is it this one?"

"It's this one," Song Rin clenched and loosened the hand hanging beside him, trying to suppress the urge to touch it.

Song Rin looked around the cheongsam, satisfied but also confused, he turned his head to look at Gu Zhuo, and asked uncertainly: "Is this the one worn by Maggie Cheung in In the Mood for Love? "

Hearing Song Rin's question, Gu Zhuo looked at him in surprise, and raised the tails of his eyes: "Did you see it?"

"Yes, I was very impressed when I first watched it, so I remember it better." Song Rin covered her mouth with her fists and coughed.

But not long after, he took another step forward and added an explanation: "I was also revisiting this movie a while ago, so it looks familiar."

In fact, Song Rin regretted it as soon as he said this, and trying to cover it up made it easier to arouse suspicion.

Fortunately, Gu Zhuo didn't seem to notice this. He seemed to have found a bosom friend, put on his glasses very excitedly, and explained to Song Rin.

"Actually, it's not all. At that time, she wanted me to make exactly the same ones to bring back to China, but they were all out of print. How could they be exactly the same? I didn't make imitations myself, so I used moon-white Shu satin and Suzhou embroidery to design a new one. version."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo's tone suddenly changed, and he sank down: "It's just that the end result is not good, the person didn't ask for it, and the deposit was refunded... Blame me for changing things randomly."

Although Song Rin didn't know much about the cheongsam industry, he could understand that this kind of behavior was nothing more than a denial and disapproval for a tailor.

Gu Zhuo is still in a good mood.You can also show it and talk about things.

"It's okay, it means there is no fate," Song Rin smiled at him in relief, then touched the magnificent flame red embroidery, looked at the cheongsam and murmured, "No, someone who is destined has come."

Gu Zhuo glanced back at Song Rin, looked at his red fingertips on the embroidery thread, looked at the obsession illuminated in his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, he didn't say anything more, he just smiled lightly: "Yes, the predestined person is here."

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