[Zhongyingmei] Hear the sound

The one who has been making clothes for her is an old tailor. Before being invited by her, he has been serving the dignitaries and nobles. He was invited by Sanchell to make clothes for Arnott before he reached the age of retirement. He is very rigid and stubborn. A face-saving old man, every time she came to see him without wearing the clothes he made, he would be unhappy for a long time.

Therefore, before notifying the other party to come, she had already put on the formal dress that the other party made last time.

But what surprised her was that this time she obviously called the tailor, and when the doorbell rang, she opened the door, and it was not the old man standing outside the door.

"You are?" Arnott frowned, but she didn't show her dislike too bluntly.

After all, she was never used to letting strangers into her house. You must know that she used to live in such a big house with few servants, let alone someone she had never met.

In particular, the other party's clothes don't look like a good person.

Although the person in front of him can tell at a glance that the material of the clothes he is wearing is good - the smooth fabric is decorated with fine stitches, except that the colorful configuration is really unacceptable, in fact, it makes him look like a person. A man from a good family, no matter which direction he looks at, he looks gaudy. The clothes perfectly detract from his upright and handsome appearance. Compared with it, other aspects are still acceptable. within range.

The man smiled flatteringly and cautiously at her, "That... hello, are you Miss Arnott? My name is Chert, and I'm Mr. Quillin's disciple."

Quirin was the name of the old tailor who had been making her clothes.

"Master, he has not been in good health recently, so...well... let me come here this time." As if seeing her disbelieving eyes, he hastily added, "Don't look at me like this, I am Quilin Mister's most proud disciple."

Judging from his tone, he also knew that his attire did not conform to the aesthetics of normal people.

Arnott looked him up and down. Quilin had indeed told her that he had taken in a disciple. She had also seen the photo, but she didn't look at it carefully just now. Now after comparing it again, it seems that there is no difference in the appearance of the matching photo. It's just that the delicate young boy in the photo is wearing a tight-fitting white shirt instead of the colorful attire now.

No wonder she didn't recognize this person at first sight.

"Come in." She stepped aside to give way to the man.

Chelt followed her into the house, he seemed to be in such a place for the first time, the expression on his face was full of restraint, he had been holding his bag tightly on the way, and the corners of his clothes were kneaded forcibly A bunch of folds, he seems to be nervous, and it's a targeted nervousness - along the way to the room, a maid greeted him, and the attitude of the maid was obviously polite and measured, but he subconsciously flinched, as if embarrassed.

"Come over here." Unable to stand his shyness any longer, Arnott slowed down. There is a special tailor room in her villa, which is the place where clothes are usually fitted and measured. Since it is a room, it is natural for all Closed place, no one else. The "shy" man saw her greet him, and he was finally able to no longer stay outside and meet people face to face. He seemed to heave a long sigh of relief, and then quickened his pace and walked towards her, "Is this here?" He entered room.

It's just that when he was about to try her size, something went wrong again.

Quilin is getting old, he is almost at the age of Sanchul, he measured her, it feels like the thoughtfulness and love of the elders, even if he pinches her waist, he says it is whether she has eaten too little recently If it's not good or something that you care about, but when this person is replaced by a young man, Cheerte, it looks like molesting no matter how you look at it.

Probably Chelte himself thought of this too. He blushed with the tape measure in his hand, and wanted to take two steps forward, but took more steps back under Arnott's sight.

"I...I..." He seemed to want to explain something, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Mr. Chelter is afraid of being in contact with girls?" She had just discovered it. During this journey, when the servants talked to him, he was still able to greet them normally and had a normal breathing rate, but the maids greeted them. At that time, his whole body was not quite right.

Like shy, like afraid.

She couldn't comment on that feeling. She just felt that if this man was not born afraid of women, he was autistic.

"It's... not too much." Chelt scratched his head, and the flush on his face deepened, "It's just... I feel very embarrassed, and... sometimes... I do wrong things."

"Forget it, don't measure it, Quilin should have recorded the size when he came last time, you can take it as last time," Arnott straightened her clothes, she was the first one for such a shy boy See you next time, "But you also know the importance of the banquet at that time. If you don't do well, it's not me who will be scolded."

"Of course, I will work hard. Thank you... Thank you." It seemed that he was talking about what he was good at, and Cheert had a confident and excited expression on his face. Only at this time did he look like a qualified dressmaker , not a little boy who can make a big blush when talking to girls.

"Does Miss Arnott have a favorite material?" After a while, he suddenly remembered something, "Do you prefer softness and comfort or beautiful appearance?"

Then he saw the girl in front of him showing a smile that was not a smile.

"Dear Chelt," the girl called his name softly. She obviously didn't use any tone, but just such a plain tone made his heart tremble, and the redness that had already faded completely infected his cheeks. "Yes." Almost subconsciously, he stood up and replied.

"You are making clothes for me," Arnott pointed to herself, "and my identity is, the eldest lady of the Nerisnu family, did you ask me to do a multiple-choice question just now? How to do it These two points are what you should do as the royal designer of the Nirisnu family."

After being said this, the face of the young man who had just recovered from his breath instantly turned pale, "Yes... yes, I understand, I will rush out your clothes before the banquet, and... and I will also Do your best to meet these two requirements."

"It's not trying my best," the girl smiled, "it's necessary."

Quilin has long said that his disciple is too shy, and it may take a long time for him to become an excellent tailor. After all, how can a tailor make good-looking clothes in seclusion?But his talent is really excellent, so good that Quilin can't bear to waste such a perfect talent.

For Quillin's sake, she didn't say something scolding to Chelt for asking such a stupid question.

But before she could say anything more, her phone rang. Arnott signaled the other party to continue working, and then turned out of the room to answer the phone.

It was Jack's call, probably about Fornodis.

"Is it Miss Arnott?"

"I am," Arnott replied, with a playful tone but a straightforward tone, "Sometimes I really don't want to receive your call. Every time it seems that it is not good news."

"If that's the case, then I'm really sorry," the man over there lowered his voice, but there was no apology in his tone, "But as Miss Arnott expected, what I'm going to say next is indeed not good news .”

"Have you found out that the murderer in the Fornodis case is actually my evidence?" the girl teased and said.

"Please don't be joking, Mr. Fornodis's case, although you are indeed suspected, but at the same time, according to the surveillance near the street, your alibi is very sufficient. My call this time is for another matter? "

"Oh?"

"Your exclusive tailor, Mr. Quirin died, and the body was found in his own shop."

When Arnott arrived at the scene, the store had been completely blocked, and the long blockade separated it from the outside world. Arnott saw acquaintances nearby from a distance, She greeted him from afar and was let go.

"Miss Arnott's movements are really quick." Jack praised, "You must know why we invited you here."

"It must be... to ask about the situation?" The girl who almost trotted all the way pressed her knees and panted heavily. After her breathing became more stable, she added, "Quilin is my exclusive tailor. I don't think there will be another tailor. Someone who knows more about him than I do."

"Does Mr. Quirin often make clothes for you?"

"Actually," the girl showed a thoughtful attitude, "except for a few pieces of clothing that are gifts from elders, almost all of my clothes are from Mr. Quilin, so it's not a problem to say often."

"How often do I come to visit you?"

"Generally speaking, once a week," Arnott recalled, "after all, he is old, so basically he is only responsible for the design, as for the clothes, the people below will naturally do it, but I heard that Mr. It’s very strict, but I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t understand the specifics at all, I only know that the clothes he makes are very beautiful and comfortable to wear.”

"Does Quilin have any relatives or close friends?"

"Let me think about it... For my relatives, his son died very early. In order to support his life and to pass on his skills, he accepted apprentices."