Chapter 1746 Brother Tianmao 1
After the skirt was finished, Feng Qingxue showed it to Jiang Xiaoyue.
She hadn't been to the capital for a long time and wasn't familiar with the popular elements of floral dresses, so she was asked to discuss it before Fubao wore the dress.
Jiang Xiaoyue spread it on the sofa, looked at it for a moment, and couldn't help but praise: "Aunt, your craftsmanship is nothing special, it's just that the style is beautiful and fashionable. Yes, it looks fashionable. Let Fubao wear it for us to see."
Fubao took it into the bedroom and couldn't wait to put it on.
The white shirt with lotus leaf collar and lantern sleeves was not taken off, and the hem was tucked directly into the waist of the skirt.
Fubao has been well-nourished since childhood and has never suffered from hardship. In two months, he will be ten years old, which means he will be eleven years old. He is taller than other children of the same age, with fair skin, black hair, and a slender figure, which makes his clothes look even better.
Feng Qingxue and Jiang Xiaoyue followed her into the house. Jiang Xiaoyue circled around her twice, praising her endlessly, "People often say that people need clothes and Buddhas need gold ornaments, but I think our Fubao looks better even in torn sackcloth than many girls in nice clothes. Auntie, this dress should be paired with a pair of white socks to look good, right? I remember Wenxiu bought a pair of black square-toed leather shoes for Fubao."
As she spoke, Jiang Xiaoyue told Feng Qingxue that many fashion designers were brought together to design this dress.
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Feng Qingxue was relieved, thinking of the dress Su Meixiang was wearing. "Yesterday at the dance, I saw Su Meixiang wearing a floral dress, and there were several other female comrades wearing the same. Is this the latest trend in the capital?"
Guan Cheng and Zhong Wenxiu live in the capital. Feng Qingyun has been abroad and has not returned, so Zhong Wenxiu and Jiang Xiaoyue have been in frequent contact. When Jiang Xiaoyue sends things to the Lu family, Zhong Wenxiu and Guan Cheng also contribute a portion.
Jiang Xiaoyue said: "Even if you don't buy it, someone will urge you to buy it. I guess by then all the female cadres will take the lead in wearing it."
Jiang Xiaoyue nodded and said, "It appeared this summer. I followed the trend as soon as possible. It will be promoted nationwide by the end of the year."
Feng Qingxue understood and turned to look at her daughter, "Fubao, do you like it?"
"Yes, they can be worn." Jiang Xiaoyue said without hesitation, "The floral skirts popular among little girls are all half-length skirts like this. Most of the styles are the same, but there are many that have been changed in details. There are also pleated skirts. Anyway, they are all worn by children, and some adults will not say anything if they don't like it. What's more, the dresses that have suddenly appeared recently also have pleats."
"Next year, if we see them on sale, we'll buy two pairs." Like her daughter, Feng Qingxue has longed to wear a skirt for a long time. As for the political significance of the skirt, it really has no effect on her.
"Can I wear this skirt outside?" Feng Qingxue was unsure.
The capital is the political center. As long as you have money and power, you can buy things that ordinary people cannot.
"I like it, I like it so much!" Fubao couldn't let it go, his watery eyes sparkling with dazzling brilliance. He rubbed his mother affectionately and hugged her waist. "When I go out, no one will say I'm a country girl anymore."
Feng Qingxue stroked her back and said, "Take it off and I'll wash it for you. You can wear it tomorrow."
She found the material from the space, and she didn't feel comfortable letting her family members wear it unless she washed it thoroughly.
Fubao quickly said, "I'll wash it myself. Mom has worked very hard to make the skirt for me, and I need to take a break."
She started washing small clothes when she was seven or eight years old, her own and her younger brother's. She was not a delicate girl who had never had to wash clothes, but she could not wash the heavy and thick clothes cleanly, so it was always done by adults.
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