Hua Wanchi walked out of the door wearing her skirt and holding her head high with a proud look on her face.
There were a few children playing in the alley. When they saw Hua Wanchi going out, they were all stunned.
Hua Wanchi looked at them with great anticipation.
They looked at each other for a moment, and then a little girl exclaimed, "Sister Chi Chi, are you going to be a bride?"
Hua Wanchi's smile disappeared in an instant.
She put her hands on her hips and asked unconvincedly, "Don't you think I look very elegant, pretty, and confident in this dress?"
The children looked at each other, blinked their eyes, and said honestly, "She looks like a bride."
"Yes, yes, my cousin got married a few days ago and she wore red. She was so beautiful!"
"My mom said that only brides wear red!"
"Not really. I've seen people wearing red, and they looked so fashionable!"
"But Sister Chi Chi really looks like a bride."
"I think so too."
The friends reached a consensus and shouted sweetly in front of Hua Wanchi's incredulous expression:
"Sister bride!"
Hua Qingping just walked out to watch the fun, and when he heard this respectful title, he burst into laughter.
Hua Wanchi wiped his dark face, turned around and walked into the yard without saying a word, looking doubtful about life.
"How is it? How do people outside praise you?" Zhou Yujiao smiled teasingly.
Hua Wanchi said indignantly, "You guys don't know how to appreciate things!"
The little brat from Beijing spoke with that old Beijing accent, which was a blatant mockery!
Damn it! It’s so damned!
Xiao Youzi was very considerate and complimented her: "Sister, you are beautiful, and you look good in this dress, just as beautiful as a bride."
These words were much more comforting than simply calling her the bride, and Hua Wanchi regained his confidence.
Forget it, she has plenty of clothes on hand, and she doesn't have to wear this one.
The current aesthetic taste has not reached the level she wants.
A man of insight is a wise man. She should change into an ordinary little skirt.
Xiaole looked hurt: "Why didn't Grandma prepare clothes for me?"
Hua Wanchi smiled and said, "These beautiful fabrics are all made into skirts. Do you want to wear a skirt too?"
Xiaole complained: "Why can't I wear a skirt? I want to wear a skirt too."
Several adults burst into laughter. Zhou Yujiao couldn't help but said happily, "Xiao Le wants to wear a skirt too?"
Wang Jingxia couldn't stop laughing. "I'll bring Xiangxiang's skirt and ask you to wear it, okay?"
Hua Xuguo smiled and said, "If he wants to wear it so much, let him wear it, otherwise he will cry later."
Hua Wanchi quickly ran into the room and stole out a piece of clothing, a pink lotus gauze skirt. She took it out and asked with a smile:
"Xiao Le, do you like this one?"
When Xiaole saw this, he no longer felt aggrieved. His little eyes were immediately attracted by the skirt and he stared at it without blinking.
"It looks good, I want to wear it."
Hua Wanchi smiled and said, "Okay, okay, you can wear it."
After a while, Xiaole came out shyly in her skirt, her fair and tender face filled with happiness.
Everyone laughed even more happily. Wang Jingxia took Xiaole's hand and said happily, "Oh, I want to bring this little sister of ours to show people."
Hua Qingping was delighted: "You know what, from this perspective, Xiaole is quite pretty."
Hua Xuguo rarely refrained from scolding him and said with a smile, "All of our family members are good-looking."
After walking around the neighborhood, anyone who saw Xiaole would ask, "Hey, where did such a pretty girl come from?"
Xiaole puffed up his cheeks and explained somewhat reluctantly: "I'm a boy, not a girl!"
He was already in elementary school and knew what the word "girl" meant.
Someone noticed and teased him: "Only little girls wear skirts. If you are not a little girl, why are you wearing such a beautiful skirt?"
Xiaole looked up, a hint of confusion flickering in her eyes, "Why can't boys wear skirts? Such beautiful skirts are only worn by girls. It's so unfair."
Passersby chuckled and told him, "Beautiful things are for girls! Why would a man like me wear something so pretty?"
Xiao Le felt a little embarrassed and annoyed at being laughed at, and now he felt very disappointed after hearing these words.
Oh, it turns out boys can’t wear skirts. No wonder grandma didn’t send him clothes.
Actually, Hua Wanchi was just talking nonsense when he said that silk fabric can only be used to make skirts.
However, men's clothes made of silk look very luxurious, but it is actually not appropriate to wear them in this era, and others may not appreciate them.
I thought you were a prince or noble from the old times.
What’s fashionable nowadays are probably Dacron shirts and bell-bottom pants. People like the straight and bold ones.
Silk, a soft and gorgeous fabric, is more acceptable when worn by women - at least at this time.
So, of course, she didn't prepare anything for Xiaole.
After all, there are too few things men can use.
Wang Jingxia smiled and comforted the depressed Xiaole: "Don't be sad, Xiaole. Can your uncle and grandma take you to buy you some new clothes? They're for boys."
Xiaole raised his head immediately: "Really?"
Wang Jingxia nodded: "Really? Are you going or not? No, well, forget it then." She pretended to leave.
Xiaole pulled her hand and nodded: "I want it, I want new clothes."
"Come on, come on, let your uncle buy you a sailor shirt. It looks great, and you'll look better than all your aunts!"
Xiaole was satisfied now.
In his brain, which had not yet been infused with much, he divided people into two groups: his own people and others.
One’s own people can be trusted. When parents are not around, he can ask for things and rely on them at will.
He has never lacked anything and has no concept of money. To him, clothes only have two states: either he has them or he doesn't.
As for where it came from and what it cost, he never had any idea in his mind.
So when Wang Jingxia said she wanted to take him clothes shopping, he was very happy and had no intention of refusing.
Wang Jingxia was not stingy with the money. They were all children from the family, and when they came to Beijing for a visit, she would of course do her best to play the role of host.
How much do clothes cost?
The honey and tea that her mother-in-law Wan Qingliu sent her were sold for dozens of dollars.
Besides, she bought a lot of clothes for her daughter, but she had never bought clothes for the little boy.
Perhaps mothers all have some fun in dressing up their children.
She was just planning to buy some more clothes for Xiaole to match them together.
As a mother herself, Zhou Yujiao was on the same page as her, so she followed along.
Zhou Yujiao is not short of money at all.
If you have money, buy whatever you want!
In fact, Wang Jingxia also wanted to buy some clothes for Xiao Youzi, but she really didn't have the chance.
The clothes produced by the village factory are more fashionable than those in the city. Xiao Youzi doesn't even look down on the clothes from Beijing!
Wang Jingxia was very upset.
Every year when he comes, Xiao Youzi brings a lot of beautiful clothes for Xiangxiang.
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