Ai Weiyang in April

Chapter 71

In the noisy metropolis, the street scene outside the car window is constantly rushing, and the eyes are full of black taxis rampaging on the street, running wildly all the way.

Get off the car and turn into the alley, and step on the old paved stone road for the second time, surrounded by a quiet and leisurely atmosphere. There is also a feeling of being out of date.

At the end of the alley is a two-story traditional English-style building.Dark brown wooden doors, very narrow long windows, flowers are blooming on the lintels, and the hanging branches and leaves cover most of the windows. The beige walls have faded and mottled due to the passage of time, but the delicate arched decorations are still clearly visible. , a well-regulated old-fashioned British street lamp, elevated on a black iron frame in the corner, and the blurred gold letters on the signboard are looming under the cover of red flowers and green leaves.

"The clock doesn't go away." Jingyan muttered in a low voice.

"What?" Kong Yiren had already taken two steps forward, looked back at her, slightly bent his elbows.

Putting his hand into his arm naturally, "This place hasn't changed for hundreds of years, right? Even if I meet some Victorian gentleman and lady head-on now, I won't be surprised."

"For more than 100 years, Murphy's store has existed for several generations."

Yes, it has been several generations, so the shelf is very big, such a simple shop, but even Her Majesty has to wait in line.

The alley is not long, and after a few steps, the door is pushed open. The door is just a very casual living room. The sun shines on the classic English furniture, and the dark brown leather surface is old but soft.

This place is not like a custom-made clothing store at all. Every time I come here, I feel that I have gone to the wrong place. The only difference from ordinary people is the wooden frames on the four walls that reach the ceiling, and thousands of small dark partitions. The grids are filled with fabrics of various colors, neatly stacked like bricks, lustrous pure silk, finely textured linen, subtle translucent mulberry silk, gorgeous flannel, orthodox British plaid—the colors are also overwhelming, coral red green, apple green, light conch, light orange, solid, striped, scrolled, and exotic—

Although it was not the first time I saw it, I was still shocked, and Jing Yan couldn't help closing her eyes.When I was reading, I was fascinated by Zola's "Women's Paradise", not for the love in the book, but only for the description of the complicated and rich fabrics, but with such luxurious color fabrics, even if Zola came here, he would be at a loss for words Bar?
"Meffy?"

"You guys are here." There was an answering voice from behind the hanger, and then the rosy-faced, gray-haired Mei Fei turned out, with a soft ruler hanging around her neck and a few pins in her mouth, followed by a few assistants.

"Turandot, go in and put on the dress first." A very authoritative voice.

I am not Turandot!I really want to protest, but remember the master's temper - Jingyan bowed his head and gave up.

The slender body disappeared behind the door together with his assistant, before Kong Yiren turned his head to look directly at Mei Fei, "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's good to know. I need two more, please." Sitting down on the large leather sofa, Mei Fei chatted with him with his chin propped.

Although I have seen it in the faxed photos more than once, I witnessed this dress up close in the large and sunny changing room, and every inch of the beautiful lines fell quietly on the velvet-wrapped human-shaped hanger. Jing Yan still couldn't help showing admiration.

The assistant put on white silk gloves, carefully took the dress off the hanger, and helped her change it.

It was dark in front of her eyes, the silky material flooded her skin like water, and when she opened it again, they were already in front of her and behind her, helping her arrange the hem of the skirt and smooth out every tiny wrinkle.There is a cool feeling on the back. The blond assistant is flexibly fastening the hidden buttons wrapped in white silk one by one with a small silver hook. There is a light and shadow flashing in front of him. The scene illuminated made her look puzzled.

Is that person in the mirror me?
Mei Fei has always insisted on the most traditional and the most classic. This dress is actually conservative in style, with gorgeous heart-shaped lines opening softly on her chest. Because of her pregnancy, her breasts, which were not considered plump before, are now plump and arched, casting a faint shadow.

In order to cover up the inconspicuous abdomen, the waist was draped with delicate folds, extending down to connect with the loose skirt, the perfect lines meandering like a waterfall.

The silky white material shone like a dream in the sun, sideways, the ivory-like warm white shimmer strobes, and then turned back, a touch of silver glowed again.

"Its color—" Can't believe what he saw, Jingyan asked in a low voice.

"Very good, remember not to let the wind leak, and let His Majesty know that I still have this material in stock." Mei Fei's voice came from behind, and when she turned around, she saw Kong Yiren and him standing at the door, and everyone's eyes fell on him. on her.

His gaze made Jing Yan unable to help but look back at herself in the mirror.When I turned around, I heard the sound of restrained breathing one after another. These assistants are used to seeing ladies and ladies, dignitaries and dignitaries. It is the traditional habit of the British to keep calm about everything, but at this moment , everyone looked in admiration, and in this small, closed world, they applauded the Chinese princess wholeheartedly.

No, I don't want to be a princess.

Finally began to have a sense of confirmation of the brand new self in the mirror, Jing Yan straightened her shoulders, her almond eyes lit up, those hidden in the dark, come together!From now on, I will straddle my horse and hold my sword, and fight side by side with my king!

(End of this chapter)