Chapter 61

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what song Xuan prepared for Yang Zimei was a set of hand-painted dresses with retro style.

It's a pink Hanfu jacket with wide sleeves, hand-painted orchids, pink and blue silk skirt, and red peony with splash ink. It's graceful and fresh, which makes Yang Zimei like it at a glance.

She went into the fitting room, put on her skirt, and came out with the skirt. She was implicit, gentle and tactful, just like a pink beauty curling out of the drizzle of willow shoots from an ancient painting. Her every move and every move will be graceful and graceful into a charming poem, with any poetic flavor.

"Human words" cloud: light language all have taste, shallow language have Zhi.

Song Xuan was a bit crazy.

Yang Zimei gave him a faint smile, "Mr. Song, can I wear this dress to attend the auction?"

Song Xuan quickly nodded, "it's very suitable."

"Where did you buy it?" Yang Zimei likes this kind of retro style dress very much, want to buy a few more sets in the future.

"I cut it myself." Song Xuan replied.

Yang Zimei was a little surprised. She looked at her clothes carefully. No matter it was cut or sewn, everything was delicate and ingenious. It was a master's production.

She thought that song Xuan was only able to identify antiques, but unexpectedly, he could even tailor clothes, and it was such a complicated dress.

The size of the dress was tailor-made for her. Did he make it in these two days?

When asked, it is true.

Yang Zimei recalled his previous life and remembered that his wife was wearing a very unique cheongsam every day, which was not what he made, right?

So she couldn't help asking, "Mr. Song, do you know how to make cheongsam?"

Song Xuan nodded slightly, "if you like cheongsam, I can do it for you next time. Your temperament really suits these traditional clothes

"Mr. Song is very busy, so I dare not bother." Yang Zimei declined politely. She didn't want to owe him too much.

Song Xuan did not say much, but asked her to sit down and give her a bun to match her dress.

Although the heart knows that we should not make too much contact with him, but we can't refuse his earnest expectation. We can only sit in front of the classical bronze mirror.

Song Xuan picked up a wooden comb and gently combed her long, soft black hair, with an expression of concentration, as if facing his beloved antique.

Yang Zimei looked at Song Xuan in the mirror and felt the gentle and delicate movements in his hands. He said that he was not moved. It was a fake.

However, it can only be moved. She has no love for him.

Song Xuan tilted a large lock of her black hair behind her head, and then held it with a quaint green jade hairpin, and a lock of black hair hung straight down on her chest, showing both elegance and youth.

Song Xuan looked at Yang Zimei, who was dressed up by himself, as if he were looking at a piece of porcelain that had just been cleaned by himself. It was white, clean, ancient and beautiful.

In this world, there is no girl who does not love beauty, especially Yang Zimei. In her previous life, she was only displaced by the problem of food and clothing. She did not have the time, energy and money to dress up well. She missed her flower like age, and she had some regrets in her heart.

In this life, she came back, but because of the damage of her muscles and bones, she had to stay on the mountain all the time, wearing the simplest clothes lonely, just like the orchid in the empty valley. Beauty is beauty, but less appreciated.

Now, seeing that she was dressed like a fairy, Yang Zimei was also full of joy and couldn't help turning around in front of the mirror.

Her skin is extremely good, pink and ruddy, with red lips and white teeth. She doesn't need any makeup. She just keeps her natural skin color.

*[PS] when a girl grows up, mature and beautiful, she needs to be guided by a man who is as mature and appreciative as song Xuan. This has nothing to do with love. Song Xuan is not a man.

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