I'm really immortal

The skirt is made of canvas as the main material, and the lining is another snow-white fabric. Thin wool is pasted on the inside to keep warm. The outer gauze is transparent, and the weaving thread is very thin and almost transparent. It is dust-proof but does not block the canvas. The pattern will even give the pattern inside a hazy dynamic feel.

Just like the dynamic version of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" that is displayed in many places, I always feel that the river, the pedestrians, the donkeys and horses coming and going, seem to be moving slowly.

An Nuan held up the skirt and looked at it carefully. There were very few stitches in the whole skirt, especially the canvas in the middle layer. It looked more like a famous painting embedded in the mezzanine, and the remnants stuck to the wall. The fabric is different. The canvas used in the interlayer has been softened and has a soft feeling like flowing water.

The most dreamy thing is the crimson lace, which is used like the border of a scroll of painting. The obviously deep color has become the most vivid rendering of the dreamy painting.

An Nuan carefully turned over the skirt, arms, and collar. She couldn't help lowering her head and smelling it. There was a fresh smell, just like the smell on Liu Changan's body. Sure enough, it was sewn by him, stitch by stitch.

An Nuan couldn't help but lowered her head, sniffed her face, touched the beautiful little skirt, turned her head and looked at Liu Changan softly with watery eyes.

"Oh my god...it's so sexy, Liu Changan, how did you do it..." Bi Wanwan looked at the little skirt inside in disbelief.

Ding Lin and Gu Meng clung to the glass window, scratching at the glass with their hands regardless of appearance, as if they could feel the gorgeous and elegant little skirt from a distance.

"The remaining fabric...can I still make one?" Liu Yuewang pulled Liu Changan behind, lowered his voice, and his eyes were shining. Oh my god...a woman must have such a skirt. She felt that her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't stop it. Breathe.

Even "explaining" new designs and colors, blockbuster new products from major fashion brands, and bags, shoes, jewelry and watches that make women unable to move their feet, none of them made Liu Yuewang feel such a strong emotion. Possessive.

"At most, make a set of underwear." Liu Changan shook his head. These fabrics must be processed to maintain softness, and it does not mean that the area of ​​​​the fabric is enough. It also requires the selection of patterns and colors, and trying to ensure that there are no too fine residues. material.

Just like this skirt made by Liu Changan, if An Nuan doesn't like it anymore, or if something goes wrong and it's not suitable to wear, Liu Changan can take it apart and restore it to the original "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".

As long as a painting is completely restored without affecting its visual expression, such cropping will have almost no damage to its existential significance and historical research value.

Liu Yuewang was greatly disappointed. Was she that kind of stuffy person wearing flashy underwear? She couldn't imagine the style of underwear made of such colors, but she looked at the small skirt in An Nuan's hand. Liu Changan's aesthetic and design tastes were so... so pretty good, and he might have ingenious designs. Does it make people feel okay?

But, if you ask him to make a set of underwear for you, something won't feel right when you wear it. And An Nuan, who is jealous of her mother's jealousy against fire and theft, will definitely not agree with what Liu Changan made for Liu Yuewang.

An Nuan walked out with her skirt in hand and a vine box in her other hand. This box also had a very contemporary feel and matched the dress very well.

"An Nuan...can you show us what you're wearing?" Ding Lin said impatiently.

"Yes, when we came here just now, there was a rest room over there. You can go there to change." Gu Meng also nodded vigorously.

"Let's go, let's go." Bi Wanwan pulled the person directly.

"Yeah..." An Nuan squeaked and looked back at Liu Changan. When she saw Liu Changan nodded, she followed them.

Liu Yuewang retracted her envious eyes, so the request she made to Takano Ning last time was not too much. Why can't An Nuan's boyfriend be so good, and she can't find a boyfriend who can fully satisfy all her vanity?

"Liu Chang'an, how old are you?" Liu Yuewang asked casually without any other meaning, just feeling a little angry.

"eighteen."

Liu Yuewang raised the bag in his hand, ready to fight, but after looking at the other visitors, he endured it.

It was also at this time that many people realized that the real name of this exhibition design named "Song Shigui" should be "Dog Food".

But I have to admire the wonderful ideas of the exhibitors, just like the text "Phoenix Carving" that many older people learned when they were young.

"That piece of cloth... that piece of cloth at the corner... you make me a shawl... I won't hit you." Liu Yuewang made several beating movements, the amplitude was not large, and he was silent. Let others find out.

"You go ahead and hit me. Anyway, it doesn't make any difference whether you hit me or An Nuan hits me." Liu Changan replied calmly.

"What I mean is... I mean to let bygones be bygones." Liu Yuewang said through gritted teeth. He should have understood what he was saying.

Letting go of the past means that she knows what you have done in the past!

"彳庍口巴."

"CHI means "彳" next to a double person, and CHU means "ding", right? If you read the words separately, it means reluctant, very reluctant, right?" Liu Yuewang is still a bit professional, Liu Chang'an is Of course she can understand such an unpleasant expression!

"witty."

"I don't care, just agree to it anyway." Liu Yuewang didn't care whether he was willing or unwilling. Anyway, the point was his design and his work, not his intention.

All she wants is a pretty shawl.

"The exhibition is over, I'll do it again." Liu Changan nodded. He had clearly just made an online friend before, so why did it become that he was at fault?

At this time, many people, standing in the corridor, seemed to suddenly feel something, and turned their heads to look to the other side.

The tall girl walked over step by step, stepping on the mottled light and shadow passing through the fallen leaves, feeling a little helpless and shy.

Her shadow is slender and tall, like a dancing red-crowned crane. The sunlight falls on her white stockings, seeming to reflect away all the heat, leaving only a warm color, making people's eyes soften when they look at it.

The gauze on the skirt seems to be woven by the moonlight filtering the coldness, and it is like the clouds and mist over the city in the picture. It is also like the time that has traveled through thousands of years to say nothing to future generations, unwilling to reveal the prosperous face.

Going up the river during the Qingming Festival has been amazing for a thousand years.

The girl wearing it picked the waves from the long river of time, and together with her appearance, she became the stunning beauty in the world.

Thin applause rang out. No one expected to see such a high-level fashion work at an amateur art exhibition. The most important thing was that the girl wearing it controlled it so beautifully.

"I don't know what to say other than envy." Bi Wanwan lamented. Sometimes it's really sad when you feel hopeless in life when you want something.

At this time, Ding Lin and Gu Meng even felt that they understood Zhao Xiaotong a little bit... Zhao Xiaotong was going to be here today, so he might go to Liu Changan to ask for his contact information regardless.

You can spend a lot of time watching the exhibition. After seeing this skirt, An Nuan and Liu Yuewang had no intention of shopping anymore.

An Nuan did not put the skirt on directly because she thought it was Liu Changan's exhibition work. She could not take the skirt away and make others think that Liu Changan's works were just rags on the wall. Her boyfriend's face must be taken into consideration. Even though she knew that Liu Changan didn't care about other people's opinions at all, she just didn't like others making biased comments about Liu Changan and looking down on him.

"Where are your bones? Did they get hit by the Bone-Transforming Palm?" Liu Yuewang said to An Nuan who was hanging on Liu Changan's body after walking out of the exhibition center. To be precise, Liu Yuewang felt that An Nuan was like a plaster of dog skin that had just been burned. , sticky and disgusting.

"Yes." An Nuan chuckled.

An Nuan's smile reminded Liu Yuewang of Zhou Dongdong. During that dinner party, when Liu Yuewang gave Zhou Dongdong some delicious food, Zhou Dongdong had this silly smile.

But Zhou Dongdong is very cute when he smiles, and An Nuan... makes people very unhappy just looking at him.

Liu Yuewang didn't want to talk to An Nuan anymore. She even suspected that as long as Liu Changan waved, An Nuan would run over and lie in front of him and let him touch his head, or roll on the ground and let him touch his belly.

"What's for lunch today?" Liu Yuewang started a new topic. Now that she was a little used to Liu Changan's presence, Liu Changan had to make up his mind about the meal.

There is no way, whether it is ordering or cooking, Liu Changan can completely convince Liu Yuewang and An Nuan, not to cause trouble, not to point fingers and express opinions, this is their current self-consciousness.

"It's quite cold today, let's buy some dog meat to eat." Liu Changan thought for a while.

"Cold cuts or hot pot?"

"For cold cuts, you need to bleed it when killing it, otherwise the meat will have a fishy smell. We usually don't bleed it here, because it is often done in braised, dry pot, stewed and then stir-fried. The taste is strong and the fishy smell is early. It has been covered up, but the purchased dog meat is no longer suitable for cold dishes.”

"So that's it." Liu Yuewang said, suddenly looking at An Nuan with a smile.

An Nuan frowned, I really don't understand a mother who always calls her daughter a licker. What's so funny about herself? An Nuan is her biological child. Isn't scolding An Nuan the same as scolding herself?

Liu Changan went to buy dog ​​meat and saw Arhat meat. He bought some at the same time and made a sumptuous winter meat feast for the couple at noon.

"Why is this meat called Luo Han meat?" When Liu Changan started cooking, Liu Yue took a look at the kitchen.

"Luohan meat is a piece of meat from the edge of the pork liver. It is sandwiched with tendons and membranes. It is tough and chewy... Fujian people like to cook it directly, slice it and eat it dipped in shrimp oil. It is said that people in Fujian who grew up eating Luohan meat have grown up. When a person goes to Southern Shaolin to become a disciple, he can immediately become an Arhat, so it is called Arhat meat, and Cantonese people also particularly like to eat this kind of Fujian meat."

"What! Are you lying?" Liu Yuewang looked at Liu Changan who was cutting meat suspiciously.

"Ah, you saw it." Liu Changan said in surprise. Such a flawless story could reveal that he was lying. He is indeed Professor Liu.

"Mom, you go watch TV. I'll help Liu Changan." An Nuan hurriedly walked in. She found that she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, replying to Moments and Space comments. Professor Liu was already alone with Liu Changan in the kitchen. Been together for several minutes.

"You're in the kitchen, it's better to chop his hands off." Liu Yuewang has long been used to it, and is well aware of An Nuan's little thoughts. He doesn't bother to scold An Nuan anymore, and walks lazily to the living room while twisting his waist. I lay down and watched TV.

In the past, when I posted "彳亍", some readers always felt that I was in trouble, and warned and reminded me in a very serious and disgusting tone. Really, sometimes I feel that I am inferior, and it is often just the level of a small number of readers that cannot keep up. I am very happy to criticize readers today... Of course, I am also someone who is criticized every day.