Chapter 41 His Cat
Lucas put out his cigarette and gave some pertinent advice:
"Let's add some embroidery. The problem with the fabric is a major flaw, but we can't get more suitable crepe silk right now. This stuff is in short supply. I don't have enough crepe silk anywhere to make a skirt. My suggestion is to add some embroidery. Didn't we make a gauze dress with Russian embroidery before? I think we can learn from that idea."
"Pretend this skirt is a snowy field. Although the color is a bit stiff, it might be different if it is paired with some simple embroidery."
"I'm afraid I won't have enough time to embroider," Irene frowned.
"If you just add a little bit to the hem of the skirt, it only takes an afternoon."
"Let's add some pearls, like hand-beaded embellishments, which should be able to neutralize the color of this skirt," Irene thought, "It shouldn't be difficult to buy pearls in New Orleans."
"How much do you want? I'll get it now."
Irene glanced at Lucas in surprise, "How come after not seeing you for a few years, Jiang, you suddenly become so reliable."
Hearing this, Hannah glanced at Irene and Lucas in confusion. Leo noticed Hannah's confusion, but he had more important things in his mind and was in no mood to care about what Hannah was confused about.
"Look at what you said, as if I'm so unreliable. Just wait, I'll get you pearls right now," Lucas glanced at Irene with dissatisfaction.
Irene said a few nice words to him as if begging for mercy, and the two looked at each other and suddenly laughed out loud.
"You are imitating the senior brother's way of speaking again," Irene wiped away the tears from her laughter, a hint of nostalgia unconsciously revealed in her expression.
"Who makes the eldest brother the most interesting?" Lucas unconsciously used modern vocabulary. He hasn't spoken like this for several years because the people who have had the greatest influence on him are all modern people.
Although he was born in the 19th century, his personality and values were shaped in the 21st century. Therefore, when he chatted with Irene, he would unconsciously use some modern words that only the two of them understood.
"But if it was before...how could we not even get a crepe?"
Lucas's words were vague, but Erin knew he was talking about the 21st century.
Indeed, Irene lowered her head, lifted up the hem of her skirt, and quickly threaded the needle, with a surge of nostalgia in her heart. If it were still the 21st century, these problems that were troubling her now would not be problems at all.
Every day that Lucas lives in the 21st century, he misses the 19th century, the era when he had many privileges. But after returning, he misses the 21st century even more deeply.
This is probably the best embodiment of the baseness of human nature.
I miss the smart toilets that could cross the Pacific Ocean in 17 hours, the heated seats, and the convenience of purchasing all the fabrics I needed, instead of having to find someone to use connections to buy Chinese crepe like now.
Lucas sighed softly and walked out of the room.
Hannah helped Erin hang up her skirt and couldn't help asking, "What did Lucas just say?"
Irene was silent for a moment, then organized her words and said, "He meant a place where shopping is very convenient. It's very convenient to buy anything there. It won't be like now where we can't even buy a piece of crepe."
'Where is this place?'
Leo pushed a note over.
Irene forced a smile, her eyes flickering with a little bit of longing, "Probably in China, on the other side of the Pacific Ocean."
It’s just China three hundred years later.
She finished this sentence silently in her heart.
Irene had never deliberately concealed the fact that she was not the original owner from Hannah. It was not that she did not want to hide it, but she knew she could not hide it. It was the same reason why she did not dare to live in the manor forever.
She knew that if she continued to live like this for long, her identity as not the original owner would be exposed.
She does not have the original owner's memories, and her personality is completely different from the original owner. She can be fooled for a while, but it will definitely not work for a long time.
Similarly, after spending a long time with her, Hannah will definitely find that she has changed drastically from before.
From the moment she decided to take Hannah out of the manor, she was prepared to be discovered.
Irene looked at Hannah's puzzled eyes and didn't know what to say. She could only smile at her and rubbed Hannah's head with a hint of nostalgia in her tone.
"It is said that it is a very good place. I will take you to see it if I have the chance."
When Lucas came back, Irene had basically finished the embroidery and was studying the placement of the beads on the skirt.
Lucas was excitedly holding a beautifully decorated hat box and a black cloth bag, and as soon as he entered the door he shouted:
"Come and see what fun stuff I got."
Irene took the cloth bag first, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a pile of light-colored pearls with holes punched in them of uneven sizes. Only then did she have the leisure to look at the hat box.
The edge of the box was printed with words she couldn't understand, which seemed to be French. When she opened the lid, she saw a beautiful hat wrapped in layer upon layer of white paper - she rarely saw a hat with such fine workmanship in modern times.
It was made of black fine velvet, with a wide brim, and the only decoration being a soft, slender ostrich feather. The satin inlays sparkled with a moving luster, and the long straps of the same color were layered together. Just by looking at her, she could tell that the hat was very expensive, and the tailor who made it was probably not an ordinary person.
"This hat is very well made, it must be hand-sewn, such a good design must not be cheap," Irene's eyes almost grew larger than the hat. She had specially studied how to make hats for a period of time before, and was particularly familiar with the development of women's hats in the 20th century. She thought that the hats in the 19th century were all "grand buildings", but she didn't expect that there were such exquisite and moving hats.
"If you want to talk about having good taste, it has to be my senior sister," Lucas smiled and twisted off the strip of cloth used to fasten the belt, "Money is not a big problem. Guess who did it?"
"Here's a little hint for you. Do you remember who was the person who was talking about in the art appreciation class that you didn't attend but was mentioned by name?"
"Luls! Oh my God, where did you get his works? You are doing so well now?" Irene was so excited that she was incoherent. No wonder she was so excited. Who would not be shocked when seeing the masterpiece of a character in the textbook appear in their own hands?
Irene was so excited that she didn't realize that Leo's eyes were getting colder as he stared at her back. The black hat was reflected in his eyes, as if casting a layer of haze over them.
"It was also a coincidence. I just went home and saw that my brother had ordered this hat, and then paid a small price for it." Lucas said with a smile, but his eyes fell on Leo, "Try it on. I think it suits your skirt very well."
Irene didn't think too much about it. She had given Lucas a lot of good things in the 21st century. They had a very good relationship with each other, and giving each other gifts was a common thing - at least in Irene's eyes.
Although Lucas liked her, he didn't confess his love to her in the 21st century, which is an era of free love. It was even more impossible in the 19th century. Moreover, they both knew that Irene might travel back in time at any time.
Irene happily accepted the "filial piety" from her junior fellow apprentice.
Leo's face was extremely gloomy.
Irene was completely unaware of the secret confrontation between the two men. She stood in front of the mirror and put on her hat, tucked her hair behind her ears, passed two long straps in front of her ears, and tied a bow at her chin.
Leo stared at Irene in the mirror solemnly, as if this would prevent Irene from seeing his darkness.
The woman tied the knot in exactly the same way as when she bandaged him, but it was a pity that she didn't seem to realize that he was her boyfriend.
Or maybe Irene never considered him as her boyfriend. Otherwise, how could he explain why she accepted a gift from another suitor in front of him?
Irene looked in the mirror and adjusted the angle so that the wide brim tilted to one side. She knew which angle looked best on her and was not reluctant to show off her beauty.
Very beautiful, extremely beautiful, the hat made Irene's neck look even whiter and softer, as if it would break with just the slightest twist.
Leo lowered his head, his pupils contracted violently with anger and disappointment. His sanity seemed to be walking on a precarious tightrope. Just a tiny mistake would be enough for him to fall into the trap that would kill Irene.
In a trance, he thought of the cat that huddled in his arms in the snow on an Irish winter day. Its fur was soft and its pupils were clear. Although it was very thin, it was very well-behaved and obedient. When he went to the kitchen to steal food, the cat would huddle at the door of the hall and wait for him.
He and the cat kept each other warm during the winter until spring.
Leo suddenly saw the shadow of a cat in Irene, just as soft, just as flexible, and just as heartless.
The cat curled up at Will's feet in the spring for a piece of steak.
The cat also died in the spring over a piece of steak.
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