Old Mrs. Song opened the wardrobe, which almost filled an entire wall and was filled with all kinds of clothes.
At first glance, it's simply overwhelming.
The clothes in this closet are probably enough to open a clothing store.
"Grandma, are you moving the entire clothing store back to me?"
Song Jin looked at the clothes one by one and wondered how long it would take if she tried every one of them.
"The ones here are made by me, and the others... were indeed brought back from a clothing store. They bought styles that young people like."
Old Mrs. Song said with a smile, her no longer young fingers gently stroking the cheongsams, with nostalgia in her eyes.
In today's era, such clothes are no longer mainstream, and wearing them on the street may even attract strange looks from others.
Song Jin was slightly stunned, her eyes falling on the clothes hanging in the corner.
She reached out and took out a red cheongsam. "I want to try this one on, is that okay?"
Old Mrs. Song smiled and said, "Go ahead."
Song Jin took her clothes and changed, looked at herself in the mirror, let her hair down, and took out a wooden hairpin from the drawer to tie her hair up.
She opened the door and went out, a faint smile spreading across her face, "Grandma, the clothes you made are so beautiful."
The red cheongsam with gold thread buttons is more like wine red, which makes the skin look whiter without being too frivolous.
The embroidery on the cheongsam is also very delicate and gorgeous, with large peony flowers in distinct layers, blooming vividly on the cheongsam.
Even though Song Jin didn't know much about cheongsams, she thought the cheongsams made by Old Madam Song were made with exquisite craftsmanship.
Old Mrs. Song smiled, and was slightly dazed when she saw her come out.
Auntie really looks like she did when she was young.
"It's our aunt who is pretty."
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll go open the door, grandma, just sit down."
Just as Old Mrs. Song was about to get up, Aunt Song walked towards the door first.
She opened the door and looked up slightly when she saw the person standing at the door and knocking. "What's wrong?"
Qin Yansheng was slightly stunned when he saw her.
The little girl was wearing a cheongsam that made her skin look even whiter, making her already fair skin even more dazzlingly white.
The cheongsam perfectly outlines the girl's soft and beautiful figure. Her hair is tied up, but a few strands of hair hang lazily on her cheeks.
In this ancient house, she looks totally natural in a cheongsam, as if she has walked out of time.
"Well...your grandfather asked me to call you down to eat."
He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and spoke with a normal expression.
"Okay, I'll change my clothes and then go down."
Song Jin smiled at him, closed the door, turned around and said to Old Lady Song:
"Grandpa asked us to go downstairs to eat. I'll change my clothes. Grandma, please wait for me."
"good."
Old Mrs. Song nodded slightly and watched her walk into the bathroom with a smile on her face.
Song Jin changed her clothes quickly, let her hair down and tied it up, and then neatly hung up the clothes she had changed.
Then he went downstairs with Old Mrs. Song.
In the hall downstairs, Mr. Song sat on a huanghuali wood armchair, looking unhappy. Only when he saw Song Jin and Old Madam Song coming down did a smile return to his face.
"Auntie, come and sit on the sofa next to grandpa."
There are cushions on the sofa so it's not too hard to sit on.
Song Jin sat down on the sofa next to Old Man Song and glanced at Qin Yansheng who was sitting diagonally opposite.
He still had a smile on his face, but Mr. Song had a dark face. I don’t know what the two of them talked about?
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