Three people gathered together to talk about new things, and a single word brought back old feelings.
Qian Jianjun had always known that Xue Jiuyue had a unique vision even in the business field, but he was still very shocked to hear her casually say the core of her cooperation project.
Before he could finish his words, Xue Jiuyue continued, "If it's about making clothes, your model can't be replicated in many ways. The only thing that's the same is customization. But to achieve this, the costs of tailoring clothes to your body are too high. Unless you're a luxury brand, you can't afford it! Even luxury brands may not be able to support complete customization. So in the end, it can only be designer-made pieces for a very small number of high-end customers, and it can't be made to reach a wider audience as I imagined."
Xue Jiuyue's analysis was so thorough that Qian Jianjun became genuinely interested. "So what should we do?"
"I haven't really thought about it yet, so I want to hear your opinion."
"I, I don't have any better ideas at the moment. But our company has a certain amount of accumulation in the home textile industry, and we also have plans and programs to enter the apparel industry. The previous cooperation project on making bags is actually a bridgehead. Xiaoyue, if you are interested in the apparel industry, I sincerely invite you to join! As long as you are willing to serve as CEO, you can ask for shares and you have the final say on the salary. You can take office tomorrow." Qian Jianjun's magnetic voice and burning eyes made his words full of sincerity.
"Ahem..." Before Xue Jiuyue could reply, Ke Yike's signature voice called out from beside them, "Sorry, both of you. Sister Yue, your strawberry milk, and Brother Jun, your coffee."
"Hehe, what's there for you to apologize for? Come here and listen. Xiaoyue wants to start a business making custom clothes. What suggestions do you have?" Qian Jianjun is really as close to Ke Yi as a brother.
"What? Sister Yue is making clothes?! Great! I have a lot of ideas for that!"
"Oh? You are also involved in this area? Tell me about it." Qian Jianjun became interested first.
"I think there hasn't been any major change in the clothes we wear now!"
Xue Jiuyue was also attracted, "How do you say it?"
"If we only look at Chinese clothing, the changes from Hanfu to Ma Gua, Qipao, and now to today's clothing are enormous. But from a global perspective, the changes are actually not that significant. This is especially true for men's clothing, where the changes are mostly in details and materials. The styles are still shirts, trousers, vests, and suits, with basically no major revolutionary changes. I wonder if there will be any breakthroughs in this area. Even if there aren't major breakthroughs, at least there would be iconic ones, such as the Zhongshan suit, which can be seen at a glance from its era and region, and it still looks great. Furthermore, there are actually significant differences between Chinese and Western clothing. Western clothing, whether men's or women's, pursues elegance when still, with an absolute static beauty. But Chinese clothing emphasizes the flow of movement and a more dynamic beauty."
"Interesting, great, that's a good idea! The differences between Chinese and Western clothing are described so well! What's national is also global. In fact, many clothes on the market now have traditional Chinese elements like buttons, which is the iconic breakthrough you mentioned, and our cheongsam has been favored by women all over the world. However, there is still room for improvement in transformative breakthroughs, especially for men's clothing for formal occasions. We really don't have clothing with national characteristics and can only follow Western traditions. The Arab world has done very well in this regard, and even on the international stage, they have their own national costumes. Of course, our direction is not only to inherit culture but also to be open to all." Qian Jianjun expressed his opinion.
But Ke Yike's thoughts did not stop there. Qian Jianjun's words further encouraged him, so he began to express himself non-stop...
Even after returning home to remove her makeup that night, Xue Jiuyue couldn't bear to wipe off the happy color on her eyebrows. She lied that she had just learned how to draw them, and after showing off to her parents, she went online to brag to "Spit Star".
"If I'm not mistaken, you're not just trying to show off in front of me. Do you have any unresolved doubts? Why not tell me and let me help you figure it out?" "Spit Star" is worthy of being called a "dog-headed military advisor" because he is sensitive enough.
Xue Jiuyue didn't deny it since they were so familiar with each other. "Actually, I just don't know whether he knew how to draw eyebrows before I told him about the dream about drawing eyebrows, or whether he learned it after hearing my description."
"Does it make any difference?"
"If he learned it after hearing my description, then it means he learned it for me. Otherwise, it's not true."
"Please forgive my frankness, Miss Yue. If you disregard the underlying meaning, I should be able to predict the outcome. After all, it's been less than a month since you dreamed of that scene. Even if the doctor practices diligently, she should be able to see some improvement. Furthermore, the doctor has poor eyesight."
The words of "Spitting Star" struck home. Xue Jiuyue carefully reviewed them again, strictly speaking, searching for evidence of Liu Che's unfamiliarity. To her disappointment, despite his initial nervousness, Liu Che's writing flowed effortlessly. Furthermore, the eyebrow pencil he used must have been specially made. Not only was the color rare on the market, but the shape also had a thick refill, making it easier to use without sharpening.
"I see. He must have learned to draw eyebrows a long time ago."
"Princess Yue, are you feeling very lost right now? You feel resentful but don't know who to blame, you want to cry but don't know for whom, you feel heartbroken but don't know why, you feel powerless but don't know why. Actually, Princess Yue, there is no need to be sad."
The "Spit" paused as expected, but this time Xue Jiuyue didn't wait and asked directly, "Why?"
"Do you believe in past lives?" "Spitting Star" responded to questions with questions.
Xue Jiuyue was about to reply "I kind of believe it", but she understood in an instant, "What do you mean...?"
"Hmm! So why bother delving into the past and the future, why bother digging into the root of the matter? What do the lyrics to the song 'Legend' say? 'I'd rather believe we made a promise in our past life, and this life's love story won't change.'"
The expression "spitting" hit Xue Jiuyue's heart, but he quickly added, "Of course, these are just beautiful expectations about love. A gentleman should not talk about strange things. It's a sin, a sin..."
Xue Jiuyue ignored him and changed the channel. "I want to start a clothing business. What do you think?"
"Why do you have this idea?"
“I want to make money and make a living.”
"Miss Yue has fooled me again. Judging from Miss Yue's consistent attitude towards life, making a living is definitely not the reason. And I'm sure you'll talk about sudden inspiration, but I urge you not to. You know, I never believe in coincidences, accidents, or mistakes... I believe everything has cause and effect. So tell me, what made you think of this?"
This wasn't just a "military advisor" anymore; this was the "wise and almost demonic" Prime Minister, Prime Minister Zhuge Liang. Xue Jiuyue, impressed by the sharpness of "Spitting Star," confessed the truth: "Today, I happened to learn that his colleagues help him with his laundry, and that it was his colleagues who took him to the hospital when he sprained his ankle last time. I wanted to do something for him, and that's how I came up with this."
"She's a female colleague, she's not bad looking, right?"
"Yeah. But he and I are good friends, so I'm not jealous. Besides, he didn't say he liked me, so why should I be jealous? It's just that he's always been nice to me, and even as a friend I should reciprocate."
"No problem, my lady, you're right. How can this be called jealousy? It's just the friendship between ordinary friends. But there's one thing I don't understand, and I don't know if you've overlooked it intentionally or unintentionally. I remember you told me before that in your dream, the doctor was drawing your eyebrows, and you took out a piece of clothing you made yourself and gave it to the doctor. Oh, how romantic, a man and a woman in love, drawing eyebrows and making clothes."
"Drawing eyebrows and making clothes..." Xue Jiuyue read these words softly. When she was chatting with "Spit Star" before, the other party showed great interest in her dreams and always pestered her to tell them. But she really didn't think of that dream when she wanted to make clothes. Now that "Spit Star" pointed it out, it might really be because of this. So she closed her eyes again and relived the lingering dream of that day. The picture projected in the darkness still made her blush, until a clear voice also read out those four words: "Drawing eyebrows and making clothes!"
The crescent moon is like an eyebrow, just like a mark left by a beautiful woman's fingernails on the firm skin in the dark night, which can be remembered forever.
The playground has gradually become quiet, only the whispers of Xue Jiuyue and Ye Yi in the stands still evoke the intoxication that a summer night should have.
"Thrushtailor?"
"Yes, drawing eyebrows and tailoring clothes, this is the romance of the ancients." Ye Yi's bright voice confirmed Xue Jiuyue's question, "During the reign of Emperor Xuan of Han, Zhang Chang, the Jingzhao Yin, would go to the inner chamber to draw eyebrows for his wife every time he finished his official duties. Drawing eyebrows has since become a symbol of love between husband and wife throughout the ages."
"Well, I know how to draw eyebrows. 'The depth of the eyebrows is fashionable.' But tailoring..."
"Eyebrow painting is so rare that it is widely spread. As for tailoring, you can understand it by changing the word, needlework or sewing. Because it is the daily life of ancient women, it is neglected. In fact, there are many such works in poetry, such as Su Dongpo's 'Spring clothes are still there, and the little girl is sewing' and Jiang Kui's 'Letter after parting, needlework at the time of parting'. Therefore, dense sewing and a new dress are the most daily and profound romance of ancient women." Ye Yi explained patiently.
"Can we be as romantic as this in the future?"
"good!"
"It's settled then, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Two bottles of beer collided to create a sky full of stars, standing silently at the height of gods, witnessing a small promise.
"It's just..." Ye Yi was led astray by his own thoughts just after taking a sip of beer and before his oath could stand the test of time.
"Just what?"
"Hahahaha, I remembered a line from a song: Why is it always me who gets hurt? Oh no, it's always you."
"What does this have to do with that?"
"My painting is ugly, and others laugh at you. You make clothes, hahahaha, I don't know if wholesale a box of Band-Aids is enough, haha..."
The smile spread in the darkness, and finally turned into a loud and angry shout, echoing in the empty playground: "Ye Yi is a big bad guy..."
Echoes, riding the waves of laughter, whirled back and forth in my ears, only to be startled away by the distinct chime of the message. Was "Drawing Thrushes, Tailoring Clothes" a foreshadowing of memory or a fateful inevitability? There was no answer.
"Beautiful Yue? Are you asleep or are you shy?"
Angry that the spitting noise had disturbed her sweet dream, Xue Jiuyue replied angrily: "You've pissed me off to death!"
"Ah, ah, ah, using copper as a mirror can correct one's attire, using history as a mirror can understand the rise and fall of nations, using people as a mirror can make one's seven orifices smoke. How fortunate I am to have met such a wise ruler and such a beautiful woman as the moon."
Xue Jiuyue was amused by the chatterbox mode. "How about starting a business making clothes?"
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