When I returned home in the night, I saw Sheng Xijiang washing clothes by hand in the yard.
Zhou Sese was so tired that she didn't want to take another step. She squatted down in front of Sheng Xijiang, tilted her head and leaned on Sheng Xijiang's shoulder and said, "Isn't there a washing machine? Why are you washing by hand?"
Sheng Xijiang was rubbing two small pieces of clothing in his hands. "The washing machine can't clean Chao Chao Mu Mu's clothes. Let me rub them for a bit."
Zhou Sese closed her eyes and smiled sullenly, "Both children can't wait to roll in the mud. I wasn't so dirty when I was a child."
Sheng Xijiang rubbed his hands and laughed, "Then I'm not so rude. A niece takes after her aunt, probably Sheng Yingying."
Zhou Sese: "..."
Does Yingying know that you are saying this?
"Mom, the phone is ringing!" Chao Chao shouted.
Zhou Sese quickly stood up and walked into the house, and saw Xiao Yuanyuan had put the phone receiver to his ear, and said to the other party in a baby voice, "Hello, this is Xiao Yuanyuan, who are you looking for?"
Zhou Sese couldn't help laughing and walked over.
Suddenly, I heard my daughter cheering, "Grandma, grandma, it's grandma!"
Zhou Sese did not grab the phone receiver immediately. Instead, after Xiao Yuanman and Aunt Zhang talked for a while, Xiao Yuanman took the initiative to hand the phone receiver to Zhou Sese.
Zhou Sese sat on the sofa holding the phone and asked lazily, "Godmother, what's the matter?"
Aunt Zhang was silent for a moment. "Why do you sound so tired? Are you very tired lately?"
Zhou Sese talked about the stationery store naggingly. "It has just opened. The children find it novel and there are many customers. It should be fine after a while. I also asked Zhao's sister-in-law to help. I finally don't have to go there tomorrow."
Aunt Zhang hummed, "I've told you long ago that you don't need to run each store yourself. You can just be the boss behind the scenes and take a look at the accounts of each store every day. Why do you have to work yourself so hard? What if you get exhausted at such a young age?"
Zhou Sese laughed, "Godmother is right. Listening to what Godmother says is better than reading for ten years. Godmother, how are you doing?"
Aunt Zhang sighed, "I met with Boss Feng today."
Zhou Sese: "Dad, how is he doing recently? Is he in good health?"
Aunt Zhang continued to sigh, "Your godfather's family also has a clothing store, and recently it's been all over the place because of this fashion design competition. I see your godfather has blisters on his lips. I'm so worried, let alone your godfather. At least I have my own original designers. Your godfather used to make a fortune by copying clothes, and later he established himself with your clothing designs. Now he's at his wit's end, and he's been collecting people with similar aspirations everywhere."
Zhou Sese asked curiously, "What is the theme this time?"
Aunt Zhang hurriedly introduced, "It is divided into three themes: modern, contemporary, and ancient. The three themes account for 40%, 30%, and 30% respectively. We are currently selecting domestic designers, and the top designers will be sent abroad to compete.
This competition cannot be underestimated. It represents the entire Chinese design community. A few days ago, I contacted Lin Hui, who said they had also received the news, but she had already given up. After all, there were countless excellent fashion designers there, and there was no need for her to worry about a competition that she couldn't win.
But we are different. In the fashion industry of Beijing… to be frank, I have a very important foothold. If I give up, the whole city will laugh at my family."
After Aunt Zhang finished speaking, she coughed twice. There was a knock on the door. Aunt Zhang said hurriedly, "I have an appointment with a big boss in the industry. I'm going to discuss what to do next with him. Then she hung up."
Zhou Sese put down the phone, lay on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and rolled her dark eyes.
Xiao Yuanyuan lay beside her, "Grandma's voice sounds hoarse, she must not have drunk enough water!"
Zhou Sese smiled and touched her daughter's round little head, "Go play with your brother."
Xiao Yuanyuan shook his head, "I want to play with my mother."
Zhou Sese closed her eyes and said, "Baby, but Mommy is so tired today."
Xiao Yuanyuan immediately rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two white and tender little arms, each sectioned like a lotus root. She volunteered, "I want to give Mommy a massage!"
After that, his two chubby hands fell on Zhou Sese's legs, kneading them hard, patting them lightly, and beating them slowly.
Seeing my sister's courtesy.
Chao Chao was no less enthusiastic. He immediately brought a small stool and sat over, starting to tap Zhou Sese's calves.
Xiao Yuanman glanced at his brother.
As if to express his seriousness and strength, his chubby little face tensed up and his two little hands clapped with more strength.
Chaochao glanced at her sister.
I thought my sister was so childish.
Then……
He couldn't help but speed up and increase his strength!
The sound of "pa pa pa pa" rang continuously in the room. Zhou Sese finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Do you two want to murder your own mother? It hurts so much."
The two little ones also paused.
Sheng Xijiang ran in and asked, "Why did you bully Mom?"
The two little ones lowered their heads guiltily. Sheng Xijiang brought the two children to the side and said, "Do your legs hurt? Let me rub them for you."
Sheng Xijiang covered it with his broad palm, rubbing and massaging it gently.
The two little ones just took two steps.
Sheng Xijiang called her back and said, "Watch how Daddy massages Mommy. When Daddy is not at home or on a mission, you have to take care of Mommy like this. Do you hear me?"
The brother and sister both had tense faces, nodded vigorously, and stood on tiptoe to look forward from behind Sheng Xijiang's shoulder...
That night.
Zhou Sese dreamed of her past life.
She is a university student majoring in world-class design. Any sketch she makes can turn into a priceless design.
She has consistently ranked in the top two in her profession.
Being popular among a group of international students.
But even so.
Some foreign students still can't change their inherent impression of Chinese people. They ridicule and suppress them in various ways, even claiming that Chinese clothing brands have only been plagiarizing for 5,000 years...
She recalled online reports of people from certain countries stealing ancient Chinese clothing, these cultural treasures, these styles of tangible cultural heritage, claiming them as their own country's heritage. At that time, many beautiful Chinese girls wearing Hanfu on the street were mistaken for people from other countries...
Zhou Sese woke up late at night, her dark eyes staring at the roof.
What was your original intention in studying fashion design? What was your purpose?
She shouldn't be confused.
Because she dedicated her best youth to those sketches...
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