When Yi Anan put on the dress, Mother Chen was stunned and speechless for a long time. She couldn't help but burst into tears.
Yi Anan quickly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's so beautiful, I can't believe this dress was made by me!" Aunt Chen couldn't help wiping away her tears, "When I was young, I had a skirt like this. It was called Bragi at the time. It was a name that came from Russia, but I saw rich people wearing it, and I dreamed of wearing such skirts. I didn't expect that I could make it myself when I'm old!"
Yi Anan smiled and said, "You can wear it now, too. As long as your heart is young, you will be young!"
Yi Anan took another skirt and gave it to Chen Ma, "Why don't you try it?"
Mother Chen quickly waved her hand: "You are so old, how can you still wear such a bright and beautiful skirt? It doesn't match you. Don't wear it out and let others laugh at you!"
Yi Anan insisted that Chen Ma go and try it on: "You are the one who feels that you don't deserve it. In fact, everyone loves beauty. No matter what time it is, we are all women and we all love beauty!"
Mother Chen thought about it, made up her mind and tried it on. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she covered her face and couldn't help crying.
After most of her life, although her face has wrinkles and her body has become shriveled, she still feels cherished and like a flower.
Yi Anan looked at it and couldn't help but feel pleased. Perhaps it was the sense of value and pleasure that good-looking clothes brought to people!
Yi Anan stepped forward, gently patted Chen Ma's back, and whispered: "This skirt is given to Auntie. Auntie can wear it when she goes out. It's really beautiful!"
Mother Chen felt that she had made a fool of herself. She quickly stopped sobbing, stood up, shook her head and said, "I just felt that my life was too hard. For most of my life, I couldn't even get enough to eat. I didn't expect that in the end, I would wear such a beautiful dress. Please don't laugh at me."
Yi Anan said: "How could I laugh at my aunt? I will feel sorry for her. If she were my mother, I would be filial to her!"
In her previous life, Yi Anan always thought that she was Wang Guihua's biological daughter, but she was not liked by Wang Guihua, so she was sent to the Yan family. She also had feelings for the Yi family, but later she learned the truth and realized that she had no fate with her parents. The villagers said that when her father brought her to Yanjia Village, her mother had passed away.
Mother Chen patted Yi Anan's shoulder gently: "I saw what happened yesterday. I know it's not your fault for what happened in your family! You and Yanmei are good classmates and friends. I will take good care of you in the future."
Yi Anan nodded.
Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Yi Anan wore the skirt she wore with a thin black cotton jacket underneath and went to gather at the school gate.
As soon as Yi Anan appeared, the boys in the class stared at her. Her long skirt swayed and her every step was graceful. Although she was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, her towering breasts and slender waist were looming, which aroused their imagination.
They had seen such a beautiful woman in their dreams. As the ancient poem goes, her face is like tender catkins, her skin is like solidified fat, her neck is like a cicada, her teeth are like gourds, she has a delicate forehead and eyebrows, she smiles sweetly and has beautiful eyes. This is what she is like.
Teacher Mao looked up and said nothing, then asked everyone to get on the bus and gather.
Arriving at the foot of the mountain, everyone began to climb. Halfway up, the sun was warm and the spring breeze was gentle. Under everyone's expectation, Yi Anan finally took off her cotton-padded jacket, revealing her skirt in full view.
The high-waist design makes a woman's waist and legs look even slimmer, and her fullness and plumpness are about to burst out. The skin-colored underwear looks like human skin. The whole person is bathed in the sun, so dazzling that people can't open their eyes.
Now not only all the classmates were looking at Yi Anan, but also the boys and girls climbing up the ladder had their eyes on Yi Anan.
Men look at Yi Anan's figure and face, while women look at Yi Anan's skirt.
Teacher Mao frowned and said in a deep voice: "Yi Anan, put on your clothes!"
Before Yi Anan could say anything, a male classmate had already pulled Teacher Mao away to attract his attention.
At this moment, many people came to ask Yi Anan where she bought the skirt.
"Is it a supply and marketing cooperative?" someone asked.
"No, we just went to the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday. There were several plaid skirts there. There were no such pretty floral skirts." Someone answered immediately.
"Did you buy it in Shanghai? I've secretly read magazines about Shanghai and have seen floral dresses like this, but I always feel that they are not as pretty and fashionable as yours!"
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Everyone started to discuss it, but in the end, they couldn't help but come forward and stroke the fabric: "This fabric is also rare."
"Aren't you cold with your bare legs?" another female classmate asked, lowering her head and touching Yi An'an's legs, then exclaimed, "There are pants underneath, and pants of this color!"
Yi Anan quickly grabbed the skirt and explained everything one by one. Finally, she gave everyone an address and said that this was a custom-made skirt and that one had to have a secret code to buy it because the inspection was strict now.
When everyone heard the price of five yuan for a skirt, they were a little scared, especially the students, who could not afford such an expensive skirt. But for those who were in love, five yuan was not expensive, so they immediately agreed to go and have a look in the evening.
Yi Anan was very happy. She calculated that she could sell about a dozen skirts at once. Once people started wearing them, more people would buy her skirts.
And she doesn't just have this type of skirt. She has long or short skirts, with horseshoe sleeves or small square sleeves. If you're willing to take a look, there's always one style you'll like.
When the group gathered together to cook, Teacher Mao looked unhappy.
Yi Anan knew that Teacher Mao might be angry, so she opened the bag she was carrying, took out the sushi inside, and handed it to Teacher Mao in a flattering manner.
Teacher Mao glanced at Yi Anan coldly: "I asked you to get along well with the students, not to do business!"
Yi Anan smiled and said: "You are kind enough to tell everyone where to buy it. Everyone is grateful to you and naturally likes you!"
Teacher Mao frowned: "If you think so, isn't this relationship based on interests?"
Yi Anan smiled and asked, "Teacher Mao, you are so old now, do you still believe in true love in the world?"
Teacher Mao was stunned for a moment, and said to Yi Anan righteously: "I have always believed it."
Yi Anan smiled, she had forgotten that she was born in the 1980s and had simple thoughts. Maybe she didn't meet a good person in her previous life!
"Teacher Mao, you will change it next time!" Yi Anan said, and put the sushi on Teacher Mao again, "This is the rice roll I made. It tastes good. You can try it. If you like it, don't be angry with me. I promise to listen to you in the future, study hard and be a good person!"
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