cheongsam boy

The scorching breath was like water, but also like fire, wrapped in the holy breath of sandalwood, spraying scorchingly below, it actually had a bit more blasphemy in his life.

While unable to escape, the sound of swaying and ringing bells rang in his ears accompanied by the man's jade-like words.

"What do you think, Mr. Song?"

Before the last tune of the word "Mr." was bitten, the release came out with a flat and soft tone. It didn't take long for Song Rin to wake up from the blurred dream due to the sticky and hot feeling.

Even though his thoughts hadn't come back completely, Song Rin could realize what kind of dream he was in just now with the remaining fragments.

He also knew better who the only object in the dream was.

Aside from the period of adolescence, Song Rin seldom had this kind of situation. Roughly speaking, this is the first time Song Rin has experienced it in the past seven or eight years.

The first time I lost it because of a dream.

Song Rin lay on the bed for a long time before recovering from the situation, got up in embarrassment, wrapped her thin quilt tightly and ran to the bathroom as if to cover up some criminal evidence.

After cleaning the bathroom for a while, he walked out with a shame that he hadn’t returned. He took the phone casually, and wanted to listen to CCB for a while to ease his emotions, but he never thought that when the screen was turned on, it would be Gu Zhuo’s hair that fell into his eyes. dialogue.

——Gu Zhuo: Mr. Song, your number has been advanced due to the cancellation of the previous customer's reservation. When you have time in the near future, we will finalize the details face to face.

Gu Zhuo sent a long paragraph, but Song Rin's eyes only stayed on the two words in front of him, as if glued to them.

Looking at these two words, Song Rin's thoughts were shaken and brought back to that night.

Obviously, almost a week has passed, but the fragrance when Gu Zhuo approached that night, the touch of the cloth and so on, all these are so clear, not only highlighted in the dream, but even now through this alone. The screen can clearly recall the feeling.

Song Rin doesn't pay much attention to passion and desire, and can even be said to be indifferent. This can be reflected no matter when he was dating his ex-boyfriend at that time, or during the five-year vacancy now.

But Gu Zhuo can break it with only one indifferent provocation, causing ripples in Song Rin's quiet life in Gujing, and his heart is full of secrets.

Song Rin was afraid of changing, and was also afraid of being changed. He didn't think too much about it, and directly typed out euphemistic words of rejection.

——Song Rin: I'm sorry that I'm on a business trip recently, so I'm afraid I can't meet you face to face.

After the message was sent out, Song Rin waited for a long time holding the phone, but he couldn't wait until the second of the night when he first met. He held the phone and pursed his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything. After turning off the phone, he went straight to the kitchen .

Song Rin is not a good cook, but fortunately, he has a worrying father. There is no shortage of seasonal vegetables in the refrigerator, and there are even boxes of cooked vegetables. You only need to heat it up to taste the taste of home.

The adaptation period of the new drug is over, and the trembling reaction has subsided, and the appetite is also increasing. This morning, it is rare to feel nauseated. Song Rin decided to have a good meal, and took out the lunch box containing beef offal pot and rice noodles from the refrigerator .

Of course, the most important thing is dried orchids, and the offal stew is incomplete without dried orchids.

They are all ingredients that just need to be thrown in and stewed. Song Rin brought out a pot from the kitchen without much effort, and then added a simple side dish.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the light refracted by the golden building in the distance was so dazzling that Song Lin didn't want to look at it and directly picked up his mobile phone to look through it.

This hour was supposed to be the busiest time, but for some reason, several groups were bustling with excitement. Song Rin casually clicked into the postgraduate group of University B, and found that it was snowing in the north.

The mentor back then shared a video of Luoxue in the group, and the fellow apprentices immediately responded with compliments.

Song Rin replied indifferently, and put her remaining interest on the shooting video she clicked on. Looking at the heavy snow falling, she was amazed and at the same time thought it was a bit funny.

Obviously in the same time zone and the same season, but Song Rin felt as if he lived in two places. Others were wrapped in padded jackets to see the snow, and he was still wearing short sleeves and lighting mosquito coils, as if he lived in different places. winter.

Seeing how cold the people in the group were wailing, Song Rin got a bad idea, raised his hand to take a few photos of the sun in the sky and the pedestrians wearing short sleeves underneath, and sent them over.

But just when he was about to post a few sour words about Versailles literature, Gu Zhuo's dialogue box popped up unexpectedly. Song Rin pressed it in panic, and the typing box popped up automatically.

Well, if you don't see it, you can't answer it in seconds.

——Gu Zhuo: That's a bit troublesome. I'm also short on time. If you can't make a decision in the near future, you may have to put your list in the back row.

Looking at the message sent by Gu Zhuo, Song Rin frowned slightly, his heart wavered and he cut and deleted on the screen with the movements of his hands.

In fact, after measuring the size that day, the two decided on the rough shape and materials, but Song Rin also knew that to make a cheongsam well, more attention must be paid to the details.

He really felt that the two shouldn't meet each other in the near future, but he couldn't resist the temptation to get a cheongsam of his size.

After much deliberation, Song Rin found a compromise.

——Song Rin: Then can we have a voice call? We can chat online.

——Gu Zhuo: Let's make a video.

——Gu Zhuo: Some pattern styles and gold threads need to be determined by looking at the pictures.

Seeing Gu Zhuo's reply, Song Rin hesitated for a while, but it would be ignorant for him to refuse after everyone said so.

In the final analysis, it was Song Rin himself who was too sensitive and too content with the status quo.

Song Lin rubbed the center of her brows, stretched out her hand to pull the curtain and dialed the video.

The video was connected quickly, and the first thing that appeared was the swaying gold chain on Gu Zhuo's glasses frame, accompanied by the swaying of the gold chain, Gu Zhuo's low cry came through the electric current.

"Mr. Song?"

Mr. Song wakes up the various clips, including the hotness of the kiss, and the stickiness of the dream. Before he could say a word, Song Rin blushed first, and he hurriedly put the phone on the table.

Gu Zhuo on the other end of the video didn't understand why, so he called Mr. Song in a low voice.

Song Rin scolded himself for not living up to expectations, and tightened the curtains tightly, blurring his face in the darkness, adjusted his breathing, and then put the phone back on.

"Sorry, I accidentally knocked down the phone just now," Song Rin pulled off the support on the phone case, looked at Gu Zhuo on the screen, and smiled, "Don't be so unfamiliar, just call me Song Rin. "

Hearing Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses meaningfully, and replied: "Okay, then don't be so unfamiliar, don't call Boss Gu, call me Gu Zhuo."

"Okay," Song Rin smiled dryly, then hurriedly pulled the topic back and asked, "If you have any details, please show me."

When it came to business, the ridicule on Gu Zhuo's face faded, replaced by seriousness. He reached for the tablet and asked while taking out the pen, "Is your mobile phone from Apple?"

Song Rin: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, if it is, I'll just export it and send it there without taking a screenshot," Gu Zhuo said while operating, and sent several PDFs to Song Rin.

Looking at the familiar format, Song Rin knew why Gu Zhuo asked this question. He responded and also took out the tablet, received it directly on it and then imported it into the corresponding software.

"I want to start with the collar." Gu Zhuo took a pen and wrote something on it, "Open the collar style file I sent you, and see which one you like."

According to Gu Zhuo's words, Song Rin found the corresponding file and opened it. There are not many styles of collars. At a rough glance, there are about a dozen styles, but every kind, even the most common traditional collar, was drawn by Gu Zhuo. Under the style, Song Rin's eyes were greedy and his heart beat.

Song Rin gave up sliding with a pen, and used her hands instead, rubbing the paper-like film with her fingertips, and her fingertips followed the lines. Song Rin looked serious and careful, as if she was really touching the fabric.

Seeing him like this, Gu Zhuo on the other end of the video was not in a hurry, and moved the jade beads in his hand to look at him.

"Old Gu... Gu Zhuo," Song Rin looked over with watery eyes when he spoke again, with restrained hesitation, "I don't know much about this and I can't choose well, can you give me some advice?"

"Of course." Gu Zhuo took the pencil back and said while sliding it, "Actually, because of the Adam's apple, I don't recommend using a traditional collar or a straight collar to cover it up. You can choose a V-neck or a horseshoe collar. The similar collar can also be made high, your neck is slender and white, and a tight high collar is perfect."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's praise, Song Rin's fever that had just faded climbed up his cheeks again, and he even seemed to be burning towards the end of his eyes. He backed away calmly, followed by the movement of dimming and lowering his head to look at things cover up.

Song Rin coughed unnaturally, the Adam's apple was touched by the words at that time, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and then let it go guiltily.

"That... Gu Zhuo, I think the style under the collar may not be suitable," Song Rin looked at Gu Zhuo's collar, "I don't have that career line."

Whether it is a V-neck or a horseshoe collar, they are extended down a little, in order to better show the soft and unique beauty of women.

This unique sense of beauty is not available to men, nor can it be faked.

Hearing Song Rin's words, Gu Zhuo comprehended. He flipped through the pages again and drew on the tablet.

"Well, let's take a look at the teardrop collar and the bamboo leaf collar," Gu Zhuo said while drawing, "I can make these two collars lower, and the Adam's apple can just be stuck on the upper part of the collar, but in the After the hemming is done, I can add a gem-type pendant to cover the vacant drop shape and at the same time add a new idea.”

"I sent you the picture, you can take a look."

While talking with Song Rin, Gu Zhuo had already drawn a rough draft, and Song Rin quickly accepted the import, and when he saw the drawing, his eyes were brightened by light.

In fact, there is not much difference between the water drop collar and the bamboo leaf collar, but the shape changes are different. As the name suggests, one looks like a water drop and the other looks like a bamboo leaf.

In fact, they are vacant to show the soft beauty of women, but they are not as direct as the V-neck, and one side of the drip space is dimly peeped.

But in Gu Zhuo's sketches, the drop space is covered by jewel-shaped pendants, which not only does not destroy the hazy beauty, but also uses the texture of gemstones to add a bit of exotic charm.

The most important thing is to get over Song Rin's flaws as a man.

An irrepressible smile and satisfaction crept up Song Rin's eyebrows and corners of his mouth. He completely lost the tension just now, and turned his head to Gu Zhuo and said, "It's all good, but I prefer water drop collars, so let's use this one." .”

Song Rin's brows melted into a smile, and he also hit Gu Zhuo in the eye. He couldn't help reaching out to touch a handful of jade strings again, imitating the touch that he has been obsessed with recently.

"Okay, that's it." Gu Zhuo's expression didn't change, but his hands didn't stop.

Song Rin was completely immersed in the world of cheongsam, and the tension at the beginning was gradually relieved. The two talked through the screen from the collar to the hemming, and confirmed every small detail repeatedly.

Gu Zhuo wrote down all the requests, but just as he was about to close his pen, he suddenly remembered the last sentence the two of them said that night before the awkward atmosphere.

Tassel bell.

Gu Zhuo looked at the sample draft on the tablet, his eyes sank as he turned his pen, and when he raised his eyes again, there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

"By the way, Song Rin, what do you think of my proposal last time?" Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses and looked straight at Song Rin at the camera, "Add tassel bells on the high slit."

This is really risky, and Gu Zhuo knows it, but he can't help it.

Seeing Song Rin's face froze in the video, Gu Zhuo's heart sank, but he quickly came up with a countermeasure, and hurriedly walked to the dressing room with his mobile phone, pointing the camera at a semi-finished product.

"Just like this," Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand to flick the tassel bell on the high slit, and asked amidst the jingling, "Isn't it beautiful?"

The silver tassels rang with the sound of bells, and Gu Zhuo's voice, like a jade falling into a plate, penetrated into his ears with an electric current. It was obviously a cold voice, but to Song Rin's ears, it was full of seductive charm.

Looking at the fringed bell on the screen that was worn between the slender fingers, Song Rin's heart felt like a squash ball being hit in all directions with different strengths.

There was a slow silence between the two.

Gu Zhuo slowly took a breath, then fiddled with the opposite side of his hand, deliberately suppressed his voice and said: "It's really beautiful, you..."

"Okay, let's add it."

Gu Zhuo was thinking about what else to say to get Song Rin to agree, but he didn't expect to hear Song Rin's answer before he had finished speaking.

He couldn't believe it: "What did you say?"

"I said, I agree, you can add it." Song Rin's smile was a little relaxed, like the evening wind blowing over the southern city, "Add the string of tassel bells."

9. Bamboo Green