Republic of China Designer [Transmigration Book]

Xia Jinting thought of his chance to wear a book, and suddenly felt that Gu Que's avant-garde ideas were suspicious.

Xia Jinting tentatively said: "I heard an anecdote in a tea shop a few days ago. It is said that someone woke up, transmigrated into a storybook novel, and became the protagonist in the book..."

He said while watching Gu Que's expression.

Gu Que was surprised: "There is such a miracle?"

Xia Jinting saw that the surprise did not seem to be fake, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He thought that Gu Que, like him, came from the modern book, but Gu Que's performance indirectly denied this point.

Xia Jinting: "Perhaps the world we live in is also a page in the book."

Gu Que: "It is indeed possible."

Xia Jinting suddenly looked up at him.

Gu Que: "Zhuangzi has a saying, I don't know that Zhou's dream is a butterfly, and the butterfly's dream is Zhou Yu. What is true and what is false in the world we live in?"

When Xia Jinting heard this, he probably understood.

Gu Que has read many and mixed books, so it is not surprising that he has the idea of ​​being the first. After all, there are not so many strange things in this world.

Thinking of this, Xia Jinting put his doubts to the back of his mind.

Three days later, the "Haicheng Daily" published both the female student's article and Xia Jinting's article.

Seeing that she was not gaining the upper hand, the female student changed her method to fight again.

Debates and speeches are popular in schools nowadays, and female students propose to debate with Xia Jinting.

Xia Jinting accepted the invitation calmly.

On the day of the debate, Xia Jinting came to Haicheng University at the appointed time.

Unlike the massive support team from the female students, Xia Jinting's side was deserted, with only a few scattered supporters.

Xia Jinting didn't care about this, he calmly sat down on the debate table, and glanced at the opponents in today's confrontation.

She is a female student with short hair.

From her attire, it can be seen that she is wearing a waistcoat that wraps her chest, and she looks a little hunched from the side.

The female student launched a fierce offensive as soon as she came up: "Wearing a waistcoat is a symbol of civilization. Only ignorant country women will let their breasts grow!"

Facing such fierce rhetoric, Xia Jinting chose to overcome rigidity with softness.

With a warm smile on his face, he asked softly: "Do you often feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, and pain in both ribs?"

The female student widened her eyes when she heard the words: "How do you know?!"

Xia Jinting: "These are all the disadvantages of corsets. Regardless of beauty and ugliness, corsets are harmful to the body. Just like footbinding, forced suppression of the growth of penis can also cause physical disabilities in women."

Female student: "Is it possible that you want to be like a foreigner, showing your breasts? Shameless?"

Xia Jinting: "The size of □□ is born, it is also the flesh of the body, your face is exposed, why can't your breasts be exposed?!"

The female student sneered: "In the final analysis, you men are still thinking dirty!"

Xia Jinting laughed: "Dirty people see everything as dirty. A month card, some people see the skill of the painter, some people see the beauty of the girl, and some see the matching of clothes. A dress, some people see it. It's the style, some people are looking at the color scheme, and some people only care about the two lumps of meat on the chest, who are you talking about?!"

The female student was sent to the army, and her face was flushed with anger: "Anyway, I can't wear clothes like that!"

Xia Jinting: "You can't wear it. Others want to wear it and can wear it. I have no objection to your liking for corsets, but you have no right to ask all women to be the same as you."

The female student stopped talking.

In fact, she knew in her heart that the tube top skirt designed by Xia Jinting is very beautiful, showing the feminine lines vividly.

It's just that she has insisted on corseting her breasts for a long time, her breasts have already stopped developing, even if she wears a skirt, she is not as good-looking as those women with natural breasts.

Therefore, she can only use shamelessness to attack those women who wear tube top skirts, as if they can occupy the high ground of public opinion.

Xia Jinting: "Every year, women die because of blind corsets. After giving birth, the mothers' milk is not smooth, and the pain is so painful. Breast corsets are extremely harmful to women's health and must be abolished!"

After Xia Jinting finished speaking, the audience fell silent.

Most of the students present were heroes who promoted the abolition of footbinding. They knew that what Xia Jinting said was right.

Breast binding, like foot binding, is a bad feudal habit, and it is a woman's destruction of her own body under the dominance of male aesthetics.

Why is the opposition to foot-binding vigorous and vigorous, and when it comes to binding the chest, it loses its original intention?

At first, there were only one or two people who supported Xia Jinting, and then the number gradually increased...

Seeing this, the female student knew that the situation was over, so she took the initiative to admit defeat.

Various newspapers and media reported the content of this debate in detail, and Xia Jinting's studio was filled with customers all at once.

In addition to tube top skirts, the studio also launched a prosthetic breast designed to protect women's breasts.

After the ladies put it on, their breasts instantly stand up.

The change of concept is happening quietly and unknowingly...

In view of the success of the first cooperation, Qin Yuan took the initiative to request a long-term cooperation with Xia Jinting.

She is a very good model. In her body, she has both the softness of the East and the unrestrainedness of the West, and she never refuses any work, including the deconstructed underwear and gauze skirt.

On this day, Qin Yuan was coming out of the fitting room in his underwear and gauze skirt when he saw a man rushing into the room aggressively with a moving brick in his hand.

"Who are you looking for?" Qin Yuan brushed his hair, folded his arms and looked at the fat man in a long gown.

The man's eyes stared at Qin Yuan's prosthetic breasts, his eyes were straight, it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he shouted angrily: "Where is Xia Jinting, let Xia Jinting come out to see me!"

The door on the second floor opened slowly, Xia Jinting held the blueprint in his hand, stood on the stairs and asked, "What can I do for you?"

The fat man slapped the brick on the table and shouted, "What did you do to my mother-in-law?!"

Xia Jinting's forehead was full of question marks: "What did you say?"

Fat man: She came to you to make clothes two weeks ago, and when she got home, she seemed to be a different person. She didn’t wear serious clothes, and she walked through the market with her arms and legs exposed every day.

Xia Jinting stared at the fat man for three seconds, then said with a smile, "You are Mr. Qu."

"As expected, you instigated my wife!" Qu Jian shouted loudly.

His voice was like a tweeter, so scary that all the customers in the store were scared away by him.

Xia Jinting frowned: "I didn't instigate Mrs. Qu, I just told her to follow her heart."

Qu Jian said angrily: "You still said, what a good woman from a good family was taught by you!"

Seeing that Qu Jian was about to rush upstairs while moving bricks, Qin Yuan immediately patted him on the shoulder.

"Who the hell is messing with me..." Qu Jian turned around, saw that it was Qin Yuan, and immediately changed his smile, "Miss Qin, I'm really sorry, I'm not angry at you, I'm just..."

"Mr. Qu drinking tea..." Qin Yuan brought the white porcelain teacup to Qu Jian.

Qu Jian didn't doubt that there was him, so he turned his head up and did it all.

He sipped his mouth and was about to say something when his eyes went dark and his plump body fell to the ground.

Xia Jinting looked at Qin Yuan: "What did you drink for him?"

Qin Yuan waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's just sweat medicine, he won't wake up in three to five hours."

Qin Yuan looked at himself in the glasses. The semi-sheer gauze skirt showed off her figure without being overly sexy, and the underwear she wore outside highlighted the curve of her chest.

She is very happy with this look.

But if such clothes are sold to the outside world, Xia Jinting will face a new round of verbal criticism.

"You...what happened to Mrs. Qu?" Qin Yuan and Xia Jinting dragged aside Qu Jian, who was sleeping like a dead pig.

Xia Jinting recalled the first time he saw Mrs. Qu two weeks ago.

It was a pale, thin woman.

The weather was getting hotter, but she was wearing a long-sleeved black floral cheongsam, covering her whole body tightly, looking like a woman in mourning.

"I want to make clothes." This was Mrs. Qu's request.

At that time, there were not many customers in the store, so Xia Jinting personally measured her body.

This perfectly normal behavior made Mrs. Qu fidgety, she often turned her arms and legs, causing Xia Jinting to give up several times.

"Mrs. Qu, don't move, it's just a matter of a while." Xia Jinting said helplessly.

Mrs. Qu parted her hair behind her ears, she was a bit at a loss in her rigidity: "Can the cheongsam...can be made with long sleeves?"

Xia Jinting paused for a while while holding the tape measure, and asked in puzzlement, "Wear long sleeves in summer?"

"Yes, my husband, I'm not allowed to wear a cheongsam with arms exposed." Mrs. Qu said.

Xia Jinting originally thought that Mrs. Qu had something to hide, such as a scar on her arm, but she didn't expect it to be because of this.

Xia Jinting didn't agree immediately, he pointed to the Xiangyunsha short-sleeved cheongsam in the brochure: "But I think this dress is very suitable for you."

Mrs. Qu raised her eyes in surprise.

Just now she was sitting in the store flipping through the brochures, and this cheongsam was her favorite.

It's a pity that the sleeves are short and the skirt length is short. If I do this, my husband will be furious after returning home.

Mrs. Qu: "This one, can I change it to a long-sleeved style?"

Xia Jinting said with a smile: "Clothes, of course they can be changed, but after changing, they won't have the original taste, what do you think?"

Mrs. Qu looked at the album reluctantly, struggling and entangled in her heart.

Xia Jinting put away the tape measure: "I would venture to ask, why do you come to make clothes?"

Mrs. Qu was stunned.

She heard about Xia Jinting's clothing studio when she attended a wife's party, and the ladies were full of praise for the clothes here.

She couldn't help being curious, and wanted to come and do it too.

In fact, Mrs. Qu seldom visits clothing stores in summer. The clothes in the clothing stores are all in season. In summer, the short cheongsam is not allowed to be worn by her husband.

Mrs. Qu had no choice but to buy fabrics and make them at home.

But there is no woman in the world who does not love beauty, Mrs. Qu finally made up her mind to visit the studio.

She didn't expect that Xia Jinting, a man, would personally measure her body.

Even though the clothes are separated, even though Xia Jinting's movements do not exceed the distance, for Mrs. Qu, the distance is still too close.

She was fidgeting about it.

Seeing her in a daze, Xia Jinting took the initiative to answer for her: "You came here to seek a change, right?"

Mrs. Qu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she regained consciousness in an instant: "I..."

Xia Jinting: "Don't worry, I'll listen to you. If you want me to make the short cheongsam longer, I will design it according to your idea."

Mrs. Qu tentatively asked, "Is this okay?"

Xia Jinting showed a standard smile on his face: "Of course, it is my responsibility to design clothes that satisfy customers. I respect your choice."

In the end, Mrs. Qu chose a short-sleeved cheongsam.

She left wearing a short-sleeved cheongsam, and that confident and high-spirited back has always remained in Xia Jinting's memory.

Therefore, when Qu Jian came to his door, Xia Jinting knew immediately that he was Mrs. Qu's husband.

The man who forbade his wife to wear a short-sleeved cheongsam.

When Qu Jian woke up, he found that he was weak all over. The moment he saw Xia Jinting, he reacted: "You gave me medicine?!"

"Wrong!" Qin Yuan took a puff of a lady's cigarette, "I am the one who gave you the medicine."

"You...what do you want to do?!" Only then did Qu Jian realize that the woman in front of him with flaming red lips and underwear was a poisonous rose with thorns.

Xia Jinting: "Calm down, Mr. Qu, I'm just an ordinary designer, you rushed to my door with such a great effort and scared away my customers, how should I compensate you?"

Qu Jian: "Pay?! Hmph, if it wasn't for your instigation, my wife wouldn't be what she is today."

Qin Yuan sneered: "Is she wearing short sleeves? What do you think I am? I can't move my eyes when I see a beautiful woman. Look at your fake appearance."

Qu Jian yelled at Xia Jinting: "I don't care, you have to change that cheongsam into a long one, with the sleeves covering the arms and the hem reaching the ankles."

Qin Yuan rolled his eyes on the spot.

Xia Jinting shook his head and said: "Mrs. Qu is my guest, I will only change it if she says she wants to change it. What you say doesn't count!"

Qu Jian raised his voice: "Xia Jinting, I want to report to the officials, I want to sue you!"

Xia Jinting sneered: "Sue, you just sue! I want to see what name you use to convict me!"

Xia Jinting was always smiling before, which made Qu Jian think that he was easy to handle.

At this moment, Xia Jinting's attitude hardened, and Qu Jian immediately faltered.

He glanced at the two people across from him, dragged his round body out of the bed, and ran out in a panic and limping.

Even one of the shoes was lost.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-0917:54:40~2020-08-1019:59:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lingling;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!