Chapter 2 Harassment Letter

This year's winter is particularly cold, and the weather changes on the morning of New Year's Eve and snow begins to fall.

As soon as Gu Qingqian entered the working mode, he often didn't know the time. Today, he got up and stuffed two slices of toast, hid in the studio with a can of Pu'er tea.

She stared at the design drawings, zippered, and aligned the back of the zipper with the front of the back piece, using the invisible presser foot to zipper from top to bottom seam to the opening to zipper.

Then use paint powder to balance left and right marks every 3 to 4 cm at the other end, press the mark from top to bottom to seam the other end of the front piece, and then pull out the zipper from the back of the bottom end to the zipper opening.

It took several hours to complete the seventh project before entering the next process: the slit.

When Gu Qingqian makes the bottom lapel, he will sew the shoulder seams and side seams together.

Pull the bottom closure according to the reserved seam, fix it with a triangular needle seam, then align the front and rear sections opposite and shoulder-dividing lines, press the clean suture to slit the seam, and then sew the seam and iron it.

Practice makes perfect. Although she has not been doing cheongsam for thirty years, she has been doing cheongsam for ten years. She can draw pictures, sew clothes, and cut them every day, even if she closes her eyes.

The simplest set of cheongsams, the seventeen craftsmanship methods, she can make them in just ten days.

Mrs. Wu likes to be dignified for this costume and does not do too many tricks, so she chooses royal blue fabric, embroidered with a few silver cloud head patterns, and uses traditional round laces and one-character buttons.

Since Mrs. Wu is not tall and only wears a short cheongsam, she decided to do something different, making the skirt ten centimeters below her knees and having short slits on both sides, one can break through Mrs. Wu's usual outfit, and the other can retain the unique slits of the cheongsam.

If she wears a white fluffy shawl, she believes Mrs. Wu will be the most eye-catching focus of the audience.

The phone rang, Gu Qingqian's eyes moved away from the cheongsam, and walked to the window to answer the phone, and suddenly realized that it was dark.

Dean.

Gu Qingqian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the snowy eyes without any swelling.

Qianqian, Happy New Year Ah...

Dean Huang seemed very happy and his voice was much happier than usual.

Happy New Year.She responded indifferently.

Still busy?

Well, I took on an urgent case...

In this way, Ah... you must have not had a good meal again, right?

Gu Qingqian was slightly stunned, and then she realized that she had nothing to eat all day long.

She didn't respond, and Dean Huang asked again: Lao Yu asked me to ask if you want to come back and fence the fire. It's rare that your brother and sister are here!

Gu Qingqian's eyes dimmed, and it was not the happy family reunion, but the look of the dean's children looking at him.

It’s not disgust, it’s a kind of hard to say. It’s trying to tell myself how redundant it is in that home, and it’s just a little more...

She shouldn't exist.

Gu Qingqian pursed her lips and declined: No, the guest is going to be on the fourth day of the New Year, and I have to stay in seclusion for a few days.

The dean didn't know the gap between her and her children, so he still wanted to convince her to go over and surround the fire.

She was not too tough, so she thought about it and said: Dean, sorry... Mrs. Wu wants to talk to me about the design draft. After the work of the past few days, I went to Wenxinyuan to find you... I'll hang up first.

It’s said that it is the park, not the Yu family.

When Dean Huang heard this, he didn't say anything. He just told her to take care of herself and hung up the phone.

Gu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

The ones who raised her are Wen Xinyuan and the dean. She doesn't care about the Yu family, but she doesn't want the dean to be sad, and she doesn't want her to have any differences with her family.

I was so hungry that there was no delivery on New Year's Eve, so Gu Qingqian had to go out to buy it.

She opened the wardrobe, picked a long cheongsam with dark green lotus and fish totem, put on a black hair shawl, and took a lotus-shaped agarwood hairpin with dark green tassels tied with swathed with long black hair.

I opened the drawer of the makeup table, picked a string of light green Khotan jade, tied the pink and gradually layered tassels, hung it on the collar, and turned over the embroidered lotus packaging change before I put on the same dark green embroidered shoes to go out.

Ni Luoluo said that she was beautiful and could see people when she was wearing it casually. She also paid so much attention to her appearance. Even when she went downstairs to get a meal, she had to dress like she was going to a banquet, so that people could live?

What did she come back then?

Oh, it’s for yourself to make yourself pleasing.

What she implies is that it has nothing to do with others, so she is happy.

The supermarket's setting is booming and very happy. People also smile and say they go home to reunite.

This kind of joyful days is not suitable for her, so she changed her past and gave up the red cheongsam and wore dark green and black, which was destined to be out of place with the world.

Gu Qingqian stood in the hot pot ingredients area, thinking about his dinner tonight, and preparing the portions tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

She thought seriously, and even when the people pushing the cart looked back frequently, some people even took their phones to take pictures of her without reaction.

There was rice at home. She chose the spicy pot soup base, picked a few hot pot ingredients and vegetables, and took a can of yogurt and almond water, and pushed the cart to check out.

She has lived alone since middle school. Although her skills are not as good as those of a restaurant chef, she can also praise her. It is not an exaggeration to treat herself with spicy fire in a pot...

Gu Qingqian took excitedly as she thought about the spicy hot pot, turned into the elevator and returned home.

She took out the key and opened the door, but there was an unsigned pink Western-style envelope stuck on the iron railing in front of the door.

Gu Qingqian frowned and pulled out the envelope, finding that the envelope was not sealed at all, and his pair of willow eyebrows were pinching even tighter.

Pull it inside and take out more than a dozen photos -

She was photographed from all angles.

A piece of paper that fell said:

Qianqian, I really want to hide you and not let anyone see it...

A chill broke out in my back.