I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Cangmu quickly came over with a tray of sewing tools, measuring tape, scissors and other tools, all of which were needed for making and altering clothes.

However, Song Guicheng didn't expect that there was no sewing machine here. If he sewed stitch by stitch, it would probably take a long time.

Cangmu changed her clothes, the same color and style, but this one was much smaller, revealing her ankles, while the one she was wearing just now was neatly folded and placed under the sewing tools.

Song Guicheng took a ruler to measure her size and wrote down the numbers on paper. He found that Cangmu's height, shoulder width, waist circumference and other data were very standard. She was neither too thin nor too fat. She must have been fed scientifically and carefully.

It seems that Haoyu really took good care of her, but he really didn't know how to make clothes.

When Song Guicheng was measuring Cangmu's size, she stood still obediently. She raised her arms when he told her to, and put them down when he told her to. She was extremely obedient. With her fair skin and bright black eyes, she looked like an exquisite and lovely doll.

"Can priests only wear clothes made of this kind of fabric?" Song Guicheng asked.

Cangmu nodded: "Yes, this kind of fabric is very special. According to legend, only by wearing clothes made of this kind of fabric can one connect heaven and earth, gather spiritual energy, and communicate with Yena."

Song Guicheng said: "Since Senior Haoyu is not good at making clothes, why not find someone else to do it?"

On his way here, he saw people on the roadside. Their clothes were not only exquisite but also neat and fitting.

"The priest is the messenger of Laqi Ni Daiyana. Only those who are also messengers of Daiyana can make the priest's clothes," Cangmu looked at Song Guicheng curiously, "Brother, you are also a messenger of Laqi Ni Daiyana, right?"

Song Guicheng paused with the pen in his hand: "Why do you say that?"

Cangmu moved a small chair and sat next to Song Guicheng. He propped his chin with both hands, looked at Song Guicheng with his big watery eyes, and said, "The messenger of Laqi Ni Daiyana will make us feel close to each other naturally. When I saw you, my brother, I wanted to get close to you."

"Really?" Song Guicheng deliberately dragged out his tone and pretended to be angry. "I remember you covered your face and ignored me at that time."

"I...I..." Cangmu lowered his head and covered his face, peeking at Song Guicheng through his fingers. Seeing the smile in Song Guicheng's eyes, he knew that he was not really angry, so he felt relieved, "I'm shy..."

As she spoke, her ears turned red. Seeing this, Song Guicheng stopped teasing her and asked her if she wanted to embroider patterns on her clothes.

"Can you embroider a pattern?" Cangmu's tone suddenly became excited. "Then can you embroider the words 旯シ伲醍呀? When I'm scared, I won't be scared anymore when I see these words."

Cangmu looked at him expectantly. Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay, write down this name."

The little girl picked up the pen next to Song Guicheng and wrote some strange symbols on the paper. Song Guicheng recognized it at a glance. It was a part of the pattern he had seen on the altar. He imitated it several times before he could write similar symbols.

"This, is this how Laqi Ni Daiyana writes it?" Song Guicheng grabbed the paper, his voice couldn't help but tremble, even his hands began to shake slightly.

Cangmu was confused: "Yes."

Clues, he finally found a clue! Song Guicheng suppressed his excitement and asked, "Where can I see these ancient characters?"

Cangmu thought hard for a while and said, "It has been lost for a long time, but the clan leader should have it. You can ask Brother Jinghe, he is the clan leader's child."

Song Guicheng put down the paper, stared at the symbols that were connected in a certain pattern, stroked the edge of the paper, and asked, "He left just now because of something. Where can I find him?"

"I'm afraid it won't work today," Cangmu said, "Brother Jinghe is on patrol during the day, so he's busy. At night, no one can go out except those on night watch. If you want to find him, you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

"Can I go directly to the clan leader?" Song Guicheng's breathing was a little rapid, which was caused by intense excitement.

Cangmu was a little embarrassed: "Well... Brother, you are a foreigner after all. Although you are the messenger of Laqi Ni Daiyana, it should not be so easy for the tribe leader to tell you these things. It will be easier if you have Brother Jinghe to accompany you."

This sentence calmed Song Guicheng down from his extreme excitement and trembling. He realized that Cangmu was right, so he stopped mentioning the matter and instead carefully printed the name on his clothes.

His hands were still shaking a little, but he was very steady when he wrote. This name, a name he would never forget once he saw it, seemed to give him endless strength just by saying it and writing it down.

After everything was ready, Song Guicheng began to alter Cangmu's clothes. He not only changed the length, but also folded the beautiful lace and removed the crude stitching.

When he really started to use the needle and thread, he found that it was extremely easy to use and he did not feel tired at all just staring at it. Although it was not as efficient as a sewing machine, it was also convenient and fast. Moreover, manual sewing was always tighter and closer to the body than that made by a sewing machine.

The courtyard was quiet, and the breeze blew through the window gently, ruffling the gray hair. The light was neither glaring nor dim, just right to illuminate the movements of Song Guicheng's hands. His white and slender fingers were holding the fine needle, which was slightly shiny, with a kind of beauty that was sketched in freehand style. A peaceful atmosphere permeated the air.

Cangmu stared at the movements of Song Guicheng's hands. As they flew up and down, needle and thread passed through the moon-white brocade, evenly and densely. The name embroidered on the cuffs was only made of simple gold thread, but it was flowing and looked very spiritual. It must be some kind of embroidery method used.

The little girl watched eagerly, holding her breath, until Song Guicheng cut off the excess thread and made the final finishing touches before she breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully took the dress, compared it with her own measurements, and said in surprise, "It looks really good!"

Song Guicheng also thoughtfully tightened the waist of this loose dress, making it look more fitted, dignified and better looking when worn.

"Brother, how do you know these?" Cangmu couldn't let go of the exquisite lace on the clothes and developed a strong interest in this handsome and gentle brother in front of him.

"I..." Song Guicheng pinned the needle to the ball of thread and wanted to answer her question, but suddenly got stuck.

He looked at his hands, a little confused. Yes, how could he know these things?

But Cangmu didn't dwell on this question. She took out another piece of cloth that was placed together with her clothes and handed it to Song Guicheng: "Brother, this is what Lord Haoyu asked my mother to give you. He asked you to cut a set of clothes for yourself, saying that it would be useful someday."

Song Guicheng squeezed his palm, put his hand down, took the moon-white brocade from her hand, nodded and said, "Okay, thank Senior Haoyu for me."

"Brother, you should take a rest first. I will call you for dinner."

Cangmu closed the door with a creaky sound, and Song Guicheng was the only one left in the room.

He touched the brocade, which had a delicate and smooth touch, and after a closer look, he discovered that the fabric presented halos of brilliance under the light, with a sense of layering and dynamic beauty. Although it was thin, it was not transparent, and exuded a comfortable coolness.

Song Guicheng thought about it and decided to cut out a set of shirts and pants based on the ones he was wearing.