Ye Qingshui thought of the things that Xie Tingyu had ordered her to do in her previous life, ordering her around everywhere, and she felt angry.
There didn't seem to be much difference between now and before. But if it wasn't for Xie Tingyu's injury, would she be willing to serve him in this life?
Xie Tingyu didn't quite understand why the girl, who had been so nice and gentle before, suddenly turned hostile.
He tugged at the braid in his hand, pulled her hand and moved her to the empty seat next to him and sat down.
The cloth fell into Ye Qingshui's arms, heavy, three pieces in total. The serge cloth was bright and bright in color, and the material was not comparable to the popular Dacron cloth. Ye Qingshui touched it and felt a piece of snow-white cotton cloth and dark black silk cloth.
One of the reasons why Dacron is so popular is that it is cool, light and thin, but it is not a very valuable material. Although Serge is not considered as such, Serge is a material that can be used to make school uniforms and military uniforms, and its price is much higher than Dacron. Black silk, Serge and white cotton...
Ye Qingshui took a glance and saw that he was really generous. He bought cloth as if it was free.
Xie Tingyu stared at her, and for the first time he slowed down his tone and spoke softly: "Shuiya, help me, I don't know how to make clothes."
He handed her the blue long-sleeved suit and said, "I bought this for you."
Ye Qingshui was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the dress was bought for her. It turned out that she was not being self-indulgent when she was in the department store.
But she still refused after touching the clothes: "I usually have to feed pigs and do farm work, why should I wear such nice clothes..."
Xie Tingyu's eyes slid across her slender figure, which was thin but gradually becoming slimmer. In the spring, she was still childish, but now she had a vague shadow of a woman.
She always wore dark and worn clothes, standing among a group of young girls who were dressed simply but appropriately, small and ordinary, and when silent, like a gray shadow, not attracting attention. Compared with those female educated youth from the city, she seemed like someone from a different world.
Young girls love to dress up and make new clothes, but she doesn't.
Xie Tingyu had never seen Ye Qingshui wear a set of clothes that fit her. She always wore old clothes that were either loose and baggy or tight and short. She was different from all the girls Xie Tingyu knew. She was ugly but also a little cute. Xie Tingyu couldn't imagine what she would look like in beautiful clothes.
He said, "Then keep it for when you're not working. You always have to have a piece of clothing at the bottom of your closet for the next time you appear in the newspaper. Shuiya, try it on and see if it fits you."
Ye Qingshui is no longer angry, which means he still has some conscience.
But she did not try the clothes as Xie Tingyu asked. She took the cloth and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't wear this style of clothes. I will return it when I go to the city tomorrow and buy a piece of cloth to make clothes myself. What kind of clothes does your sister like?"
Xie Tingyu thought that Ye Qingshui would be happy even if she didn't like the clothes, but she never expected that she would want to return the clothes and mistakenly thought that the materials were bought for Dongmei.
The smile on Xie Tingyu's lips gradually disappeared, and he said in a light tone: "I don't know."
“You can’t return clothes from department stores.”
Ye Qingshui didn't reply to him, but just smiled. A wealthy man like him probably didn't have the experience of returning goods with such shamelessness.
There were very few ready-made clothes in the malls at that time, and there were not as many styles to choose from as in later times. Most ordinary people had to tear cloth and ask tailors to make them. Only those who were anxious to get married would be willing to buy ready-made clothes. Therefore, returns and exchanges were inevitable. It took more than half a year to save up the cloth coupons for this set of clothes, so who would be willing to waste it?
Ye Qingshui didn't argue with him. She took the cloth to the table and found a pair of scissors.
She had met Xie Dongmei, a typical girl from the capital. In those days when simplicity was the norm, even a black skirt like a schoolgirl looked very fashionable. After a few years, people's aesthetic tastes were relaxed and she started to dress beautifully and stylishly, and was one of the prettiest girls in that circle.
Ye Qingshui picked up the scissors and started cutting carefully. She didn't use chalk to mark it. She marked the cloth over and over again for a while and then started cutting directly.
In his previous life, when Ye Qingshui walked out of the mountains, he went to a developed city and worked in a textile factory for a few years. Sometimes he was so tired that he could still make clothes with his eyes closed.
Xie Tingyu watched her go to the table and hold the scissors in her hand, and she started to cut. The sunlight poured in from the window, and she bent down, and her two braids fell down mischievously. The fine fluff on the braids hung down softly, reflecting the sun as if it was decorated with flowing light, shining warmly, mischievous and quiet.
Ye Qingshui's fingertips were whitened by the light, as slender as green onions. At this moment, the plain and worn clothes also became unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.
Xie Tingyu looked at her quiet appearance, and his unhappiness miraculously disappeared. This woman was really stupid. Some time ago, he suggested that she tear up cloth to make a set of clothes, and she was able to think of Xie Dongmei in a roundabout way.
Xie Tingyu said self-deprecatingly: "Shui Ya, you have to do it well and make it look good."
"Otherwise, my sister won't want it."
"She's about the same body shape as you. You can make her a little fatter, with a thinner waist and bigger breasts. Don't make clothes like those sold in shopping malls. They don't look good."
After hearing this, Ye Qingshui wanted to poke a pair of scissors in his face. What a lot of demands. Did he pay?
However, Ye Qingshui still worked on it carefully. She made a set of daily student clothes. The top was made of cotton cloth with a nipped waist design; the silk cloth was used to make a knee-length black skirt with slightly pleated skirt.
Use needle and thread to draw a plain flower on the collar; the light and dark white threads can reflect different lights in the sun.
As Xie Tingyu looked at it, he suddenly became a little excited to see how she would look in this dress.
…
He Fang, who was outside the room, left with a pale face after hearing Xie Tingyu's dismissive answer.
The young man touched his nose and said, "I originally wanted to talk to Comrade Xie about something, but today is not a good day. I'll come back another day."
He said bitterly, "I thought Comrade Xie's recovery was difficult, but it seems that he is living a good and happy life."
He didn't expect Xie Zhiqing to be so bold and unrestrained when talking about his girlfriend, which somewhat overturned his understanding of Xie Tingyu. However, Xie Zhiqing's taste is quite unique. He doesn't like pretty and elegant girls, but prefers rustic girls from the countryside.
It's eye-opening, but also a bit disdainful.
The male educated youth had heard rumors before and thought that Xie Tingyu was seduced by a woman in the village, but it seems that is not the case at all!
He Fang didn't say anything, her eyes wandered around, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
After returning to the dormitory, Sun Lingyu gave the letter to He Fang and urged her to help mail it.
The newspapers that had been circulated throughout the educated youth point returned to Sun Lingyu's hands piecemeal. She flipped through them and found that several pages were missing, and the page reporting on Ye Qingshui was also missing.
In addition, she hadn't heard anything about this report in the past two days. Sun Lingyu didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or frown. She had mixed feelings. This was the first time she discovered that there was such a thing in the educated youth camp...
Sun Lingyu no longer participated in the discussion about Ye Qingshui at the educated youth point for several days. She looked dejected and read a book with her tail between her legs.
However, the women's discussion gradually moved towards one possibility: "This time it might really be Xie Zhiqing who helped Ye Qingshui."
This judgment is very tenable, and the analysis is complete: "She didn't even go to junior high school, and she never studied physics, let alone electric fields. Finding a water meter requires circuits, and circuit boards are something that even college students may not be able to make. It takes people with many years of experience to make them."
"If she had this kind of talent, she would have been sought after by factories long ago. Why would she stay in the countryside and farm?"
Zhou Tingting had long lost interest in this kind of topic. She rolled her eyelids and read her book in silence.
Sun Lingyu raised her head and interrupted, "Isn't it possible that she is self-taught? You don't know her, and you judge her based on your own imagination. It's meaningless. Stop arguing, it's annoying my ears."
As soon as Sun Lingyu finished speaking, the whole dormitory fell silent. They all looked at Sun Lingyu with surprised eyes, as Sun Lingyu was usually the loudest one.
“People who have attended a review meeting speak differently. They have truly been reformed.”
"We are objectively discussing the matter at hand."
"Yes, the sun rises from the west."
Sun Lingyu was a little surprised. For the first time, she felt out of place. They didn't say that some time ago. After just a few days, their tone changed.
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Ye family.
Ye Qingshui didn't care much about being in the newspaper, but Xie Tingyu did.
He said, "It should be kept well and framed. And read to grandma and mother."
Ye Qingshui felt overwhelmed when he heard this suggestion, especially the second half. If he read it to his grandmother, the grandmother would probably spread the news all over the place.
Xie Tingyu said: "Why are you shy? How dare you quarrel with those female educated youth if you are so easily shy?"
He reached out and poked Ye Qingshui's cheek. It was warm and soft, and it softened the moment his fingertips touched it.
Ye Qingshui didn't like Xie Tingyu's occasional sneak attacks, so she slapped his hand away unceremoniously. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart: Didn't he say that he would treat her as his sister? Is this how he treats his sister?
It's a bit too frivolous.
"I think what they wrote is too exaggerated. If it gets out, it will make people laugh to death."
Xie Tingyu's hand didn't pinch her cheek, which was a bit regretful. Ye Qingshui rarely took off her mask at noon, and there was no chance to touch her face at other times, as she hid her face tightly.
Girls are indeed different from men, they are fragrant and soft, and the fingertips that touch them feel warm and numb as if they were touched by electricity. Xie Tingyu can't help but think of the words in a banned book: Women are water and men are mud, and they feel refreshed when they see water. Xie Tingyu used to think it was nonsense, but now he deeply understands it. When Xie Tingyu sees her now, he can't help but want to get close to her.
But Ye Qingshui is quite weird.
Xie Tingyu thought: How could he have the courage to block him in the educated youth dormitory when he was so shy?
After lunch, Xie Tingyu took out the newspaper seriously. Grandma and Auntie moved their stools and looked at him expectantly. Ye Qingshui was washing dishes awkwardly by the water tank. The clear sound of the water could not cover the sound of his recitation.
Grandma and Auntie wanted to smack their palms until they were broken, but Grandma said, "Leave this newspaper to me. I will boil it for Shuiya's father to read."
A pride flashed in the eyes of the two women, sweeping away the fatigue brought by the labor.
Xie Tingyu said: "Then... burn it."
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