When everyone in the car saw Li Jianxin and his family getting off the bus, they cheered.
Now that the noisy family has finally left, those who want to sleep can finally have a good night's sleep. Those who don't want to sleep can also have some peace and quiet. The little girl's crying just now was really lethal, piercing the eardrums and hurting.
Hu Sanniang pursed her lips in a smile, yet a feeling of regret lingered within her. If Li Jianxin had persisted, she would have given the family of three a "gift package" before she got off the bus: a sleepless night for three days and nights. Hu Sanniang's innate magical powers were illusion and charm. Now that her injuries had mostly healed, the illusions she could summon were far more complex than the ones Zhou Yuanyuan and the others had encountered that day in Shilitun. Adding some demonic spirits to her illusions to scare people was easy for Hu Sanniang.
"Thank you, sister! I was a little cold just now, thank you for closing the window for me." Zhao Yunxiang saw that Hu Sanniang had immediately confronted the young girl and her family. Instead of feeling that Hu Sanniang was aggressive, she felt that she was quite generous. A person's character can be seen in the details. Just by looking at the small act of Hu Sanniang closing the window for a stranger like her, Zhao Yunxiang felt that Hu Sanniang was a kind person.
"It's okay, sister. Someone has shoveled the uneven road." Hu Sanniang waved her hand generously and said to Zhao Yunxiang with a smile.
A beauty is a beauty. Even though Hu Sanniang looked quite old, this apparently crude waving gesture, when performed by her, gave people a sense of majestic beauty. Zhao Yunxiang glanced at Hu Sanniang's clothes with envy. Hu Sanniang's clothes were truly beautiful. In her lifetime, Zhao Yunxiang had only seen one dress that could compare to Hu Sanniang's, and that was the cheongsam from the tailor shop in Shilitun. It had the same delicate embroidery and the same elegant style.
Seeing Zhao Yunxiang's eyes fixed on her clothes, Hu Sanniang felt a little proud. She had noticed that day that Zhao Yunxiang had a subconscious preference for beautiful clothes. Her master's task was to get close to Zhao Yunxiang, and if she wanted to attract her attention, she needed an exquisite dress.
"Big sister, your dress is so beautiful! Did you buy it or make it yourself?" Zhao Yunxiang couldn't help but ask. Even though the movement was over, people of this generation were still accustomed to the blue, gray, and black colors of the decade. Zhao Yunxiang had never seen anything as exquisite as Hu Sanniang's. The style of this dress was clearly a modified version of the Republic of China cheongsam. It looked so grand and elegant that the average person couldn't pull it off.
"I made it myself. My mother is a skilled seamstress. It's a family tradition!" Hu Sanniang replied cheerfully. It was obvious that Hu Sanniang had made up the old woman she once was as her "mother." Hu Sanniang looked too young now, so even if she told Zhao Yunxiang she was the old woman from the alley, she wouldn't necessarily believe it.
Zhao Yunxiang, a skilled seamstress herself, immediately developed a fondness for Hu Sanniang, also a seamstress. The more she looked at the dress, the more she admired it. Zhao Yunxiang was quite intelligent; after just one look at any style of clothing, she could easily make a nearly identical replica. However, she felt she couldn't replicate Hu Sanniang's dress. The reason was simple: she knew nothing about embroidery. Without the rose, Hu Sanniang's dress would have lost more than 80% of its charm.
Zhao Yunxiang is a clothing fanatic. If she was not unfamiliar with Hu Sanniang, she would really like to ask Hu Sanniang for advice.
"Sister, where are you and your family going? I'm going to Kyoto." Hu Sanniang waited for a long time but Zhao Yunxiang didn't ask her about the embroidery. She couldn't help but feel anxious. She had to do her best to complete the master's order. Otherwise, she would have no status in front of the master in the future.
Among Zhao Yunxiang's group, Wen Ziqing had a cold expression, and his aura made Hu Sanniang feel a little dangerous, so she subconsciously didn't want to talk to him. Zhao Guohui and his wife also seemed a shrewd and reserved couple, but Zhao Yunxiang seemed easier to fool.
Sure enough, when Zhao Yunxiang heard Hu Sanniang mention going to Kyoto, she immediately responded, "Sister, we're going to Kyoto too! It seems we're really destined to be together."
"Yes, yes! We are truly destined to meet. Sister, when you get to Kyoto, come visit me. My parents' home is in Shilitun." Seeing Zhao Yunxiang open up, Hu Sanniang quickly tightened the relationship. People in this era were very simple. Inviting you to their home meant they didn't treat you as an outsider.
"Shilitun? That's a coincidence." Zhao Yunxiang thought of the cheongsam in the small tailor shop in Shilitun again. She wondered if the old lady there was Hu Sanniang's mother?
As the train sped along, Zhao Yunxiang and Hu Sanniang were engaged in a passionate conversation. Neither of them spoke loudly, so as not to disturb the other passengers, and the atmosphere was lively. Zhao Yunxiang's eyes lit up as she listened to Hu Sanniang's remarks on several key points to pay attention to when tailoring clothes.
Sister Hu knows so much, Zhao Yunxiang wondered if she would accept any apprentices.
Zhou Jiasheng was fast asleep, sprawled across Wen Ziqing's lap. The boy had been so excited about returning to Kyoto last night that he'd been up most of the night, and had been dragged out of bed by Zhao Yunxiang at daybreak. Even on the bus to Qingshan City, Zhou Jiasheng slept the entire way. He was so sleepy that the loud commotion in the car hadn't woken him.
After hearing Hu Sanniang say the words "Shilitun", Wen Ziqing finally turned back from looking out the window. He stared at Hu Sanniang sharply, as if trying to find something strange in her.
There was no tailor shop in that alley in Shilitun. Wen Ziqing later investigated, and the shop and the old woman inside seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air. The residents nearby had no recollection of the shop or the old woman. Could this Hu Sanniang really be the old woman's daughter? Impossible, right?
When Wen Ziqing thought of this, the coldness in his body became even stronger.
"Nephew, what's up?" Hu Sanniang felt a little uneasy under Wen Ziqing's gaze. Oh my god! How could she feel the pressure of her master from this young man? He was just an ordinary person.
Wen Ziqing said nothing, just stared at Hu Sanniang coldly.
Under Wen Ziqing's gaze, Hu Sanniang couldn't help but shrink her shoulders and muttered, "I'm not a bad person. It was Miss Xiaojiu who asked me to come."
No wonder the owner said her ice brother is not easy to deal with. Oh my god! He almost froze her to death.
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