Chapter 11: Flowers in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water
After staring at the piggy bank in the room for a long time in depression, Su Yin finally cheered up and prepared to ask his mother for a meal, and then take his easel to the park to earn some money. Fortunately, he had not forgotten to paint and his sketching was still pretty good.
When he was young, Su Qingyue discovered that he liked painting, so she found a painting class for him. Later, he switched to fashion design.
After knocking on the door again, Su Yin smelled the delicious food and her stomach growled, "Mom. I haven't eaten yet."
Su Qingyue was silent for a moment, then stepped aside to let him in. "No money left?"
Su Yingang took the bowl and chopsticks and nodded awkwardly, "Yeah. All my bonuses are gone." After eating, tears were about to flow out. It was still the familiar taste. "Mom. I know I have done a lot of wrong things that made you angry. I will really change." He confessed while eating.
No matter how wronged he was, he had to endure it.
"Mom, do you know any masters? I think I'm possessed by evil spirits and I want to find someone to take a look."
Su Qingyue took a small plate of pickled radish and placed it next to Su Yin, "What's wrong with you? Stop making excuses." She didn't believe in those things.
Purple pickled radish is pickled with seaweed juice. Su Yin has always liked it, and Su Qingyue always pickles it. It doesn't cost money and doesn't take much effort. If it were delicacies from land and sea, she would really have to think twice. Su Yin has been simple since she was a child, and she is not picky about food, accommodation and expenses, but she is particular about clothing.
The apricot-yellow silk vest she was wearing was made when Su Yin first entered college. It was of very good quality and she has been wearing it until now.
"Radish!" Su Yin's eyes were watery as she picked up a large piece of shredded radish. After swallowing it, she said, "I know you all think I'm pretending to have amnesia, but I really am not."
Su Qingyue glanced at him sideways while holding the bowl and chopsticks, "Are you trying to say that you are possessed by a ghost?"
Su Yin choked and muttered softly, "Who knows."
"What did you say?"
Su Yin shook her head like a rattle: "No, no, nothing."
Su Qingyue saw that he was eating with relish and didn't say anything else.
After dinner, Su Yinxian made a sample of the clothes according to Pei Weixue's measurements from memory, and in the evening he ran to the Binhai Park with an easel to set up a stall.
How much is a reasonable price for one?
Before he could decide, someone came over and asked, a young man, "Are you painting the whole body or the head?"
Su Yin put the small stool on the table. "Anything is fine. We can also design clothes, depending on your needs. A full body painting costs twenty yuan. A face painting costs ten yuan. The minimum cost for designing clothes is fifty yuan, and the maximum cost is one hundred yuan."
"Clothes design?" The young man seemed very interested and sat on a small stool. "What kind of clothes can you design?"
Su Yin casually looked at the guest's attire. He looked either wealthy or noble. He was wearing high-end clothing from internationally renowned brands, and the jewelry he wore was also very valuable. "It depends on what occasion you want to attend. However, sir, you don't really need me to design clothes for you, right?" How could he wear high-end clothing and then look for street designers?
The young man propped up his chin. The stool was a bit narrow and he looked very reserved. His cuffs slipped down to reveal his watch. The logo on it made it clear it was not an ordinary watch. "Yes. I'm going to meet my sweetheart, and I'm afraid this outfit is not suitable. She prefers my younger look."
"Is that so?" Su Yin took out her easel. She had been wanting something simple, but not too casual. She'd passed by his stall and wanted to try out his clothes. "I don't provide samples after I've finished designing. If you want to make something, you can take it to a factory or embroidery shop."
"You're sure you can do it, right?" The young man pulled out his wallet and took out a small stack of banknotes, estimating there to be around a thousand yuan. "This is all the change I have for now. If I like the clothes you designed, is that enough for you to make me one?"
Su Yin looked at the stack of banknotes, his eyes shining. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll draw first, and you tell me what kind you like."
The young man leaned over, his eyes falling on the paints and brushes. "I don't have anything I like. What do you think I should wear to successfully confess my love to you?"
"No problem!" Su Yin agreed readily after looking at his appearance. The clothes he wore when confessing his love could be considered his 'strong point'. In the last design competition, his design concept was derived from the process of accompanying Pei Weixue in treating color blindness and disease.
This was also the process of him gradually falling in love with Pei Weixue. He felt powerless to struggle, unable to see the colors of the world. Even his teachers told him that Pei Weixue had chosen a poor major, lacking a sense of the internet and color. Yet, Pei Weixue still followed his heart, remaining steadfast even though this path was much more difficult than that of ordinary people.
Love is a firm choice.
An hour and a half later, Su Yin designed a less formal set of clothes based on the age of the person he was confessing to. The main color was black to brighten the customer's skin tone, make him look thinner, and more energetic.
"I think 16-gauge double-strand cashmere would be a good material for the top, and a slightly stretch wool blend for the pants, which will prevent wrinkles at the knees." Su Yin explained while writing in her notebook. "You have a long neck, so the neckline will be a small V-neck to show some skin. You can also pair it with a silver clavicle chain."
"Do you like three-quarter sleeves?"
The young man listened with great interest. He didn't understand much of it, but he understood the last question. "Can I wear long sleeves? I wonder if rolling them up would make me look cooler."
Su Yin said, "Sure." He wrote down the change in sleeve length next to it, "I've designed a hidden elastic band at the back waist so that the line won't break when I squat."
He hasn't designed for others for a long time and is still a little nervous. He would give the first order for free today, and he must give good reviews.
Otherwise, I really have no confidence in next month's design competition.
"I like it very much." The young man took the design and admired it for a long time. "Please help me with it. How long will it take to finish it?"
Su Yin said honestly: "I don't have my own studio or clothing store. Although I have these materials, they are quite old. However, I can guarantee that they look new. In addition, a complete set will take three days. The price will also be a little higher. Is this acceptable to you?"
Unexpectedly, the young man readily agreed and left a deposit of 1,000 yuan and contact information. Su Yin stared at the banknotes in his hand in disbelief. Isn't he afraid of being a scammer?
Outside the park, a young man looked at the design drawing he had taken on his phone, and enlarged the signature on the lower left.
The English name signed very neatly: vito.
After taking the first order, Su Yin wrote a price tag next to it and passers-by would shout out to him. He then took two more sketching orders, and when he saw it was completely dark, he packed up and went home.
I returned home with my easel and tidied up, only to find some ingredients on the dining table: two pounds of pork ribs and some vegetables.
When Su Yin saw the small jar of pickled radish, his nose felt sore and he held the jar uncomfortably for a long time.
After a simple dinner, she went straight into the studio, where the sewing machine kept running until the early morning.
In the dead of night, there was a ding sound when the door lock code was entered.
Pei Weixue pushed open the door and walked in, holding a lot of ingredients in her hands and putting them into the refrigerator carefully. When she left, she saw that the studio door was open.
Unable to resist his curiosity, he walked in and saw a design drawing and two half-finished clothes. He touched the signature on the design drawing.
Vito. Su Yin’s stage name. At a young age, she has already won many international design awards and is only one fashion show away from becoming famous.
But it came to an abrupt end.
The model on the left was wearing a light-colored woolen gown. He walked over and slid his fingertips from the collar to the hem, where many pins were pinned to secure the shape.
It reminded him of some memories when he was a model for Su Yin.
The ruler was wrapped around his waist, his chest, his neck, and his hips. It was very close, and Su Yin's head was always close to his ear. It was an ambiguous posture, but she didn't feel uncomfortable.
"Xue'er, you're just too thin, and your bust isn't big enough. Do you want to work on your muscles with me?" Su Yin took notes after measuring. "The rest of your figure is perfect. The lines of your thighs and calves are very smooth. You'll definitely look good in my clothes."
Pei Weixue followed him and looked at his notes, "Are you making this for me?" He pointed to a design drawing. He couldn't make out the correct color, but it looked very good.
"Yes. I'm going to participate in the regional finals soon. Although the organizer has models, I can also bring them myself. Can you help me?" After Su Yin finished writing, he supported his hands on the table, leaned his back against the edge of the table, and looked up at Pei Weixue, "Help me, I will give you all these clothes. How about it?"
One stood with his back straight, and the other leaned lazily. The light from above fell, and even their shadows were very close.
Pei Weixue's mouth corners slightly raised, and a light laugh rolled out. With joy, he leaned over and looked at Su Yin. The two were only a palm's distance apart. He met Su Yin's smiling eyes and sold the restaurant instead, "Is it really designed for me?"
Su Yin raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and chuckled. The laughter seemed to come from deep in his chest, low and vague, hiding a secret thought that could not be revealed. "Of course." He turned around, picked up the cloth and gestured on Pei Weixue's body, "It's very beautiful, and it suits you very well."
At that time, Pei Weixue's color blindness had not yet been cured, and he didn't understand why Su Yin showed a strange expression when she touched the cloth on his body. He thought the colors didn't match.
Later, Su Yincai said, "The color of the fabric suits you very well. It looks fragrant." He spoke very solemnly and seriously, and he listened attentively.
Although it was obviously offensive and frivolous, Su Yin's demeanor did not make him feel uncomfortable at all.
The fabric in my palm, the design drawing on the table, the ruler and scissors on the sewing machine, all of them are very familiar. At that time, I thought it was just an ordinary way of getting along, but in the past few years, I have been longing for it but cannot get it.
He put down the scissors and cloth, left the studio, stopped at the door of Su Yin's bedroom, and glanced sideways.
Will it really change?
He pressed the doorknob and found the door was not locked as expected. He walked in. The only thing in the room was a beam of cold moonlight coming in from the window.
He walked to the window and saw Su Yin sleeping like a big ball. He frowned immediately and stood quietly for a long time before reaching out to help Su Yin pull up the quilt.
The wind is strong in late autumn.
Leaning over, I gently touched Su Yin's eyebrows with the back of my hand, thinking to myself, I'm so scared. I'm so scared that you are just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. I'm so scared that if I suddenly wake up, you will still love someone else.
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