Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

The fabrics that were difficult to make under Liu Weiwei's hands seemed to be very obedient in the hands of Mrs. Yan, but the clothes were ready for more than an hour.

Old Mrs. Yan handed the finished clothes to Liu Weiwei, "You will leave the embroidery to yourself."

"Okay." Liu Weiwei hugged the clothes that Mrs. Yan gave him, and said happily, "Thank you, teacher." The fabrics used by Mrs. Yan are all good materials, and you can wear them directly without embroidering.

Embroidery can embroider Begonia, two on the collar, two on the cuffs, a Begonia tree on the skirt, falling Begonia petals, and a few flying butterflies. This is a big project! Liu Wei thought of it beautifully.

Just as Liu Weiwei was eager to start work immediately, Mrs. Yan gave Liu Wei the only blow, "You can't leave the embroidery practice. Find time to embroider the clothes."

"Isn't embroidering clothes equal to practicing embroidery?" Liu Weiwei asked differently.

"It doesn't mean that what you are studying is double-sided embroidery. Do you want to embroider double-sided embroidery on your clothes?" Mrs. Yan asked.

Liu Weiwei shook his head, nothing to say.

"Today I am also tired. I will take you a day off. I don't need to study for the time being. Let's continue tomorrow. I remember that you are almost done in botany. I will teach you to embroider animals tomorrow." Old lady Yan got up and walked out of the embroidery room.

"Oh." Liu Weiwei sighed, looking at the clothes he was holding in his arms, he seemed to have to fight a protracted battle.

I can’t spare time in the morning. I get up at 7 o’clock, wash and eat breakfast, start at 8 o’clock and end at 11:30. After lunch, I have a two-hour lunch break. I can take this time out to embroider this dress. Afternoon teaching from 2:00 to 5:00, followed by dinner, there is a one-and-a-half hour break after dinner. This time can also be used, and the one-and-a-half hours of teaching from 7 to 8:30 in the evening will belong to Liu Weiwei. I have my own time, and I can embroider it for two hours.

"Calculated like this,...a day has...five and a half hours." Liu Weiwei curled his lips aggrievedly. Embroidering is a time-consuming task. When can I put on this dress?

The person who ordered the clothes quickly took the cheongsam away. Liu Weiwei happened to meet the person who came to pick up the clothes. The person was a middle-aged man with an ironed suit without a trace of wrinkles and a pair of glasses on his face. , Looks like an elite, but his slightly fattened figure somewhat undermines the overall image.

This is the kind of person who got the favor of Mrs. Yan. Liu Weiwei was a little curious. I don’t know who the dress will be worn on. The clothes are so urgent that they should be used soon. It must be a big occasion. Make a sensation, but unfortunately I don't have a mobile phone, otherwise I will know when I pay attention to it.

But I didn't think about it, Liu Weiwei learned about it shortly afterwards.

At a meeting of the Yan family, the second brother of the Yan family took a mobile phone and pointed at a photo to the old lady Yan, and said with admiration: "Mom, you made this dress, I can see it at a glance!"

In the photo, a woman with a gorgeous face is walking on the red carpet wearing that red cheongsam.

Old Mrs. Yan picked up Yan Morun's phone, glanced at the picture on the phone, and said, "I did it indeed."

"Mom, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. This dress has caused a sensation. It has been the hot search in the past two days." Brother Yan said with a look of admiration.

"Mom, you can make one for me too, no, make a ten-piece eight-piece" Yan Ruan came over, looking pleased.

Old Mrs. Yan pushed Yan Ruanru's head away, and said in a huff: "You think it's so easy to make a piece of clothing. There are still ten or eight pieces, no!"

"Mom, hum" Yan Ruan softly flat her mouth, "Mom, because of this dress, Yi Ying chose my dead rival Xue Yang as her agent after her comeback. It's not just a piece of clothing. I will wear different clothes every day. That's right." The soft tone gradually changed from grievance to anger, and finally, the fighting spirit that appeared in his eyes was about to surging out.

Yan Morun said: "You just want mom to make clothes for you. The news that Yi Ying will be back after the film comes back. How many people have robbed their heads, how could it be so easy to choose a person because of a piece of clothing, absolutely. People’s work ability is better than you."

"What!" Yan Ruanruan retorted dissatisfied, "It's just that Xue Yang has no other artists in his hands. He can't beat me in terms of work ability alone."

Yan Morun leaned against the chair, raised Erlang's legs, and said, "Look, let's tell the real reason."

"Humph, ignore you." Yan Ruan softly rolled his eyes, and his elder brother didn't help him.

"But, mom, why would you agree to make clothes for Xue Yang? In the past few years, many people have come to you, but you all refused to teach Weiwei." Yan Morun asked suspiciously.

"It's just a coincidence that I owed a personal love, and now it's considered to be paid back." Old Mrs. Yan said casually.

Seeing the old lady Yan who didn't want to talk more, Yan Morun stopped asking, glanced around the room, and Yan Morun said, "Hey, where is Weiwei? Was it here just now?"

"Wei Wei said, I'm going back to embroider. Just now you were able to talk vigorously, so Wei Wei just told me." Yan Moze said.

"Wiwei, is this girl a little autistic?" Yan Ruan softly frowned.

"What autism, I think Weiwei will have no problem getting along with people!" Yan Morun said in confusion.

"You just have a big heart, big brother, say it!" Yan Ruan said softly, shaking his head again randomly, and denied: "No, you only come back once in ten days and a half, and you don't have much time to get along with Weiwei, you definitely don't learn."

"Weiwei is not autistic. She may be afraid of living and is not used to getting along with so many people." Mrs. Yan said.

"I'm not used to getting along with a lot of people. Weiwei is not too young anymore. It won't work anyway." Yan Moze frowned.

"Come slowly, not in a hurry," Mrs. Yan felt in her heart that Weiwei accounted for a large part of the reason, so she was able to follow Liu Weiwei's thoughts on some things, and Mrs. Yan followed her.

"Or, Weiwei is still asked to go to school. There are more people of the same age as Weiwei in school, and it is easy for Weiwei to get along with them." Yan Ruanruan suggested.

"This matter, let's talk about it later." The old lady Yan did not agree, but left such a specious sentence.

Yan Ruanruan still wanted to ask, but was stopped by the embroidered screen who came to deliver hot tea.

Afterwards, Mrs. Yan was absent, and Xiuping explained the reason to the brothers and sisters of the Yan family. “The old lady has always blamed herself and felt that it was her own cause, but Wei Cai was too precocious and became uncomfortable with others. The old man went to school. People want to follow Weiwei's meaning, the young master and the young lady should stop mentioning this, lest the old lady feel uncomfortable. After all, Weiwei is just not good at communicating with people. When he is older, he should take more out to meet the world. It’s not a big deal anyway."

The only thing that Liu Wei didn’t know was that Liu Weiwei was busy embroidering her own dress. She was not a child, and she didn’t have such good acting skills. , She is not precocious, but matured a long time ago.

As for being afraid of life and not being good at communicating with people, it is even more nonsense. Keeping a distance with people and not having a close friendship can guarantee that she will not have too much nostalgia and reluctance when she leaves the world, but Liu Wei is absolutely nothing. Thinking that her performance would arouse the guilt of the old lady Yan and the worry of others in the Yan family.

From winter to autumn, another year has passed since time is ticking. Liu Weiwei finally finished embroidering his own set of Hanfu, and cut off the extra thread. Liu Weiwei looked at the embroidered Hanfu on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. , "It's really not easy. I originally set myself a time limit of half a year. I wonder if so many things happened in the middle."

Facts have proved that lies cannot stand the test of time. As time goes by, Mrs. Yan’s seven-year catastrophe is about to come, but the master she is looking for seems to have evaporated from the world, and no news can be found. , The Yan family brothers and sisters became more unable to sit still, and the movements under their hands got bigger.

Old Mrs. Yan's physical examination has also become more diligent. The physical examination is once every six months a year. That said, once every two months and one month, no one's hospital can always be free. Even Yan Jiayuan can't cover it. .

Old Mrs. Yan was not stupid, she found it after all.

The old lady Yan had a big temper at the time. Even the most beloved grandson Yan Jiayuan scolded severely. Liu Weiwei and Xiu Ping didn’t know about this, although Liu Weiwei, a fake nobleman, was not angry. , But the study of embroidery suddenly became tense again.

Don't say that it takes five hours to embroider this dress every day, half an hour is enough.

"Now that the embroidery is finally finished, let's put it on and take a look." Liu Weiwei smiled and gestured to the mirror while holding the clothes.

"The task node has arrived, please rush to the old lady Yan as soon as possible."

The system's beep sounded unexpectedly, directly hitting Liu Wei's only one by surprise.

"How long will it take?" Liu Weiwei asked in a daze when he gestured in front of him with the Hanfu that he had finally embroidered in his hand.

System: "There are two hours left, please rush to the host as soon as possible."

"Where is the teacher now?" Liu Weiwei put the Hanfu in his hand on the bed and glanced reluctantly. He finally embroidered it, but he didn't even have the opportunity to wear it once. Liu Weiwei's eyes were red, and his heart was inexplicable. Of grievances.

"Xxxx hospital." The system prompts.

"I know, let's go now." Liu Weiwei replied, pushing the door and ran out.

"Hey, Weiwei, where are you going?" Xiu Ping was washing clothes in the small courtyard, and when she saw Liu Weiwei ran out of the small courtyard without looking back, she hurriedly shouted.

Liu Weiwei didn’t have time to pay attention to the embroidered screen, and ran out of the hospital without stopping, "Taxi taxi." Liu Weiwei looked around on the street, without the shadow of a car. "Senior, can you get me one." Taxi?"

The system said indifferently: "No, please follow the navigation, the navigation will prompt the host to the nearest vehicle location."

"Life is a matter of life!" Liu Weiwei couldn't say anything. He watched the red arrow navigation that appeared under his feet, and said, "Forget it!"