woman wearing irish linen shirt

I went to the back of the car to get a bottle of water, handed it to Miss Pender, and sat down next to it.

She is really good at controlling the size.When we were chatting in the back of the bus just now, the feeling Miss Pan De gave me was very different from what I have now.I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, maybe it was me who did it intentionally, or maybe it was me who did it on purpose.Yimin ball went into a bunker and went to the side of the car to change the club. At the moment, he was very focused and seemed to be thinking about his strategy.His game is average, and Kevin seems determined to win the game.Xu Xin was talking to us not far away. I was the closest to Miss Pan De, but felt the farthest away.

I can't even sit still at the moment.In retrospect, the first time I got a car with the big boss, I was so nervous today.On the road, I was afraid of saying a wrong word or taking a wrong step, and wished to strictly control the breathing rate.At that time, I was still the co-pilot, so I didn't have to directly face the pressure of my immediate boss. It took me several times to overcome my nervousness. Fortunately, I didn't make any mistakes in my work.

Capital sucks the bones, but capitalists are just human beings.

I calmed down a bit and said, "Do you guys work weekends?"

Her subordinates are all close by, and the topic cannot be chosen too personal.

"Very little." She unscrewed the water bottle. "Starting from the project manager, the weekends will be busier. You are flexible, right?"

I nodded: "But most employees will arrive at the company before 09:30. If you want to work from home temporarily, it is an advantage not to submit an application."

"Working from home will be a trend."

"Then no overtime pay will become a trend." I looked back at her with a smile, "Partners like you have to work from nine o'clock in the East Eighth District to nine o'clock in the West Eighth District."

She seemed to have seriously imagined the scene, frowned slightly, and looked up at me: "You said it was my throat that broke first, or my heart?"

"Your liver." I said, "by then, a good partner will have twenty or thirty livers in his abdominal cavity."

She laughed: "What?"

I looked at her, thinking there was no way to explain it, and said, "It depends on who bears the sleepless pressure."

"I have an idea." She said suddenly, "First, emigrate to a certain place outside the earth, the eternal day planet..."

"And turn sunflowers into labor?"

She raised her eyebrows: "Your way is better."

I crossed my arms and leaned back deliberately: "Yes, now I start to thank God, I don't have the talent to be an entrepreneur."

"So you love the world?" She leaned her arm on the armrest and looked at me with the back of her hand.

"Oh! Come on, no," I quickly denied, "I'm an atheist."

She didn't speak at first, just sat down again and looked ahead.At this point we are going to drive a little further.Miss Pender still didn't look at me, but said quietly, "It's a coincidence."

I turned my head, and she was still looking into the distance, her long hair hiding the looming earrings.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon after the ball was played.I didn't plan to join them for dinner, and Kevin declined the invitation on a rare occasion, but I guessed on second thought that he wanted to chat with me.I didn't talk to him. I just stood aside and said to Miss Pan De: "What do you think? We can go to that Malay restaurant together, if you are free tomorrow."

"I would love to, Yao." I realized she was going to reject me, "but I need to deal with some things tomorrow, shall we go back next time?"

Her last words were "I'd love to get an extension ticket."At this moment, a guest was discussing the extension of the ticket on a rainy day with someone from the stadium club. I joked: "The extension ticket of this stadium is only valid for one month."

Today is the 29th, the last day of February.

"How about this?" She looked at me suddenly, "Are you free next?"

We ended up having Italian food.

The sweaty fellows left by themselves, and Miss Pender and I took a taxi to Newton.Unexpectedly, both of us have been to this store. I was hesitant to eat pasta. After all, the appearance may not be elegant, but their spaghetti with green sauce is the best in Singapore in my mind, and they are both regular customers. She will surely forgive me.

"I tried not to say it, but I still can't help it," I looked at her while waiting for the meal, "Are you only amazing on Saturdays, or is it every day?"

She wore a Saxon blue pencil-strip shirt buttoned to the second button, good linen just by the line of the shoulders.This kind of blue really suits her, making people fall into her eyes unconsciously.

Her eyes flashed brightly, she smiled half-smile, and said, "Are you so nice only in front of me, or are you like this in front of everyone?"

"Is this also an Indian fabric? I only know that Indian cotton fabrics are famous." I avoided answering.

Maybe it was because her subordinates were away, she looked a little more lazy than usual.I suddenly remembered the first time I saw her on the sixteenth floor.Miss Pender shook her head and said, "This is Baird McNutt."

That's a member of the Irish Linen Association.That said, it's an Irish linen shirt.

"Wise choice," I said.There's nothing more comfortable this day than a linen shirt that's breathable and non-sticky.

She blinked: "The same is for you."

"This is a ready-to-wear shirt. I bought it from Muji, made in France." I said, "Now that they have adjusted their pricing strategy, they can no longer buy such shirts. It's a pity."

"You seem to really care about the fabric." She moved a little closer. "Tell me why."

Is she interested in the topic?I couldn't make up my mind, so I simply said: "It's simple. I care more about the clothes themselves than the brand or some kind of marketing concept. The word 'clothes' is made of 'cloth' and nothing else." .”

She did not make any comments on my words, but responded: "The glory days of fabric merchants will not come back again. Ready-to-wear brands are familiar to consumers instead of textile factories. Even the audience of zero-cut fabrics is more and more popular today. To talk about a bespoke suit shop, which Tokyo tailor came back from Italy, rather than a specific fabric. This is more evident in Asian suiters.”

"But the textile brands are definitely bigger." I was actually trying to say they made a lot more money than they used to, but that would be too cheesy, "People used to buy clothes once a year. Since the advent of fashion, the consumption rate of clothes has been greatly reduced. people have more and more things in their closets. And shopping websites are also fueling the flames. In the case of Greater China, because of the existence of orange software, some fashionable young people receive packages every week or even every day.”

“You’re right.” She looked at the napkin. “Fabric became an element of the designer’s hand. Some would say it’s the foundation of the garment. I don’t think it’s any different than a design language or a pricing strategy.”

"On the other hand, tailoring is really important." I could tell she wasn't interested, so I said, "Like the shoulder line of your shirt... Is it possible for you to reveal a little bit? I promise I won't talk to anyone. said. Who is your tailor?"

She tilted her head to hide her smile and said, "Nothing special, it's the first time I've worn this shirt. Any linen will wrinkle after many washes, and Irish linen is no exception. You can say that's the property of linen. "

I raised my eyebrows.She's definitely in great shape.

At this time, the side dish that Ms. Pande ordered, orchids, came up.She invited me to have some food again - when ordering, she said we could share, I thought she was being polite and declined politely - she seemed really sincere, I didn't want to be unfriendly, Just scooped up a piece with a spoon.I really didn't expect that she would be willing to eat the same dish as me.Not to mention that we are just working partners. The boss and I are already very close. He has never promised to eat Chinese food with me.I know this may be a habit of Indians, just like we northerners seldom use serving chopsticks.

She really didn't seem to mind.Seeing me taste it, she immediately asked, "How is it?"

"Nice," I said, because she looked so expectant, I couldn't bear to be honest.I added, "But it's not the best cat ears noodles I've ever had. There's a diner over there in Somerville that's owned by Italian immigrants and moved to downtown Boston. Their cat ears... I ate it once in the second year of MIT, and I can’t forget it ever since. That’s why I have never tasted the cat’s ear noodles.”

"I know the place you're talking about. I went there my first year in college, and then I went there too often on weekends for a while, and I gained four pounds." She put her face in her hand, lost in memory, "but their pizza ..."

"Oh. Forget about it!" I smiled at her.

"At first, I thought it had been a long time." When the staple food came, she said suddenly, "I'm talking about what happened in college. But when we talked just now, I found that the memory is very clear, like those streets, those foods It’s still in my life yesterday.”

"Some people are just the opposite of you." I try to roll pasta in a grown-up way. "When you start a full-time job, time really flies. Some people feel that being a student seems like yesterday. Take He can still vividly remember what he bought for the first year-end bonus—he has already worked for ten years.”

"Why do you use a fork like a child?" she said.

"Well, you still noticed it." I was taken aback, and joked, "You can understand that this is the appearance of my childlike innocence."

"Is that so?"

"That's it."

She smiled lightly: "Which one is you?"

"what?"

"The topic just now. Do you think campus life was just yesterday?"

After lunch, we all seemed to feel a little unfinished.