At 8 o'clock in the evening, the Laurel Clothing Store delivered the "Korean" suit customized by Song Zhichao very on time.

In fact, after Miss Baoxia measured the size and took the design artwork given by Song Zhichao, Master Luo immediately started work and began to cut it according to Song Zhichao's design style.

Like Miss Baoxia, Master Luo was surprised by Song Zhichao's suit design for the first time when he saw the sample. It can be said that he had been making a suit for so long that he saw such a design for the first time, so he was eager to make the suit quickly and see what the finished product looked like.

A suit worth 150 yuan is not a bargain in this era. Master Luo is also very honest. The fabrics he uses are the best for making suits, and he absolutely does not cut corners; his sewing skills are also family traditions, and there is absolutely no problem in tailoring.

However, Master Luo usually agrees to help people make suits for two days, three days or even a week. During such a time, he can arrange his work easily; now he has to complete the work on time within six hours and sew a suit out, which is a great challenge for Master Luo.

For many old craftsmen, slow work and work hard, the slower the clothes, the better. This will ensure that every size, every sewing, and even every button of the suit is perfect. The management of traditional craftsmanship depends on one's own skill and you must not be perfunctory to hurry up.

This time, Master Luo did not abide by his principle of "slow work and meticulous work", and used all his energy to rush work. However, when he was old, he would inevitably lose his physical strength. Fortunately, his apprentice Baoxia was by his side, and some particularly laborious tasks, such as pedaling sewing machines, picking threads, stitching, ironing, etc., were all handed over to Baoxia to do.

Master Luo has no children, only Baoxia is a female apprentice. When Master Luo took Baoxia, a mute girl who no one wanted, as his apprentice, he did not intend to pass on her skills. After all, this was passed down by their family, and it was passed down by men but not women. Now that he is old, he cannot watch his skills be lost in vain, so Master Luo plans to teach Baoxia all his skills from this moment on.

Although Master Luo didn't say this, Baoxia clearly felt the master's intention. You should know that in the past, the master would only let himself do some chores, such as sprinkling water and sweeping the floor, tidying up clothes, and never letting himself touch these things. Now he has begun to teach himself the skills of sewing clothes.

The mute girl Baoxia was filled with excitement. She didn't know how long she had been waiting on this day, and sometimes she even dreamed that her master taught her skills.

It can be said that the suit customized by Song Zhichao was actually the first work of Miss Baoxia. So she tried her best and put in the most passion.

During this period, in order to make the suit flawless, the mute girl Baoxia's hand was stabbed by a pointed needle countless times. In order to achieve the best effect, she spared no effort to make every needle hole and every thin thread seamless.

Master Luo saw Baoxia's serious attitude and remembered it in his heart, and nodded secretly.

He waited until the suit was completed before Master Luo took his hand and asked Baoxia to iron the clothes for the last time. He lay in a fatigued manner on the rocking chair. He held up his crane-mouth teapot with his hand, bit the spout and drank tea, and shook the rocking chair and said to Baoxia: "You go, send the clothes over, don't let the customers wait in a hurry."

Baoxia nodded and was about to fold the ironed suit, but Master Luo said, "Slowly, you still have something to do."

Baoxia was stunned and asked in sign language: "What are you doing?"

Master Luo pointed to the collar inside the clothes, "In the past, my name was always embroidered on the collar. This piece of clothing was the most effective, so embroidered your name!"

Baoxia was stunned. Her hands were trembling in her suit, and she seemed to be unable to believe what the master said just now.

Seeing Miss Baoxia staring at her with her big black eyes, Master Luo smiled and said, "Didn't you hear me clearly? This dress is embroidered with your name."

Baoxia "Ai Ai" pointed to her clothes and then to herself.

Master Luo nodded, "Yes, I don't need to say it again."

Only then did Baoxia realize that she was not dreaming, she burst into tears.

Looking at Baoxia who was crying, Master Luo shook his head, "Silly girl, what's there to cry about? I really don't understand."

Baoxia cried louder and louder. She was abandoned by her father and mother, and finally found the value of her existence.

"I know how to make clothes. I will make a lot of clothes in the future." Baoxia cried and said to herself in her heart.

Master Luo lay on the rocking chair, drinking tea, closing his eyes, and sang softly with one hand: "The cool breeze is trustworthy, the autumn moon is boundless, looking at me, my mood is like the day is like the year... Today, it is difficult to meet each other, so the lonely boat is silent in the evening. Look at the setting sun shining on a pair of flying swallows, leaning alone on the window and thinking quietly..."

This Cantonese song is Nanyin's "Hate of the Guest Path and Autumn". Many people who are older like to listen to it and like to sing it. How many people know about the artistic conception of the passing of time, the old and lonely, but the old and the old have no support?

...

In front of the big mirror—

When Song Zhichao saw his customized Korean suit, he felt very satisfied. He tried it on his body and saw that the person in the mirror was handsome and handsome, especially against the backdrop of the suit style, his body looked particularly long.

In his previous life, many of Song Zhichao's clothes were customized by Italian craftsmen, and occasionally, old mainland craftsmen helped make clothes or shoes.

However, as the old domestic craftsmen gradually disappeared and the ancestral craftsmanship gradually declined, Song Zhichao never met craftsmen who were suitable for his wishes, and basically they were handed over to foreign craftsmen to do it.

Sometimes Song Zhichao couldn't help but sigh, why can't China's traditional craftsmanship be protected for thousands of years? On the contrary, why can foreign traditional craftsmanship be maintained for thousands of years?

When Song Zhichao tried to put on his clothes, the mute girl Baoxia stood aside and looked at her nervously. Her fingers kept rolling around the corner of her clothes until Song Zhichao tidied up her suit and turned around in front of the mirror. Only then did she pluck her courage to ask in sign language: "I made this clothes. If I feel unsatisfied, I will make them for you again, and I won't charge you for it."

Song Zhichao understood her sign language and smiled at her, "I am very satisfied and I am determined."

Baoxia smiled, her dark cheeks were filled with excitement, and she gestured with her hands: "It's good that you are satisfied, I will tell the master. Thank you, Mr. Song, you are a good person!"

"Stretch out your hand." Song Zhichao said.

Baoxia was stunned for a moment, but she still reached out to her hand.

Song Zhichao took a look and said that it was a hand, rough and thick, not as smooth and delicate as a girl's slender hands, but was covered with needle holes and calluses.

Song Zhichao held the hand.

When someone held his hand, Baoxia was surprised at first, and then she was embarrassed. When she remembered that her hand was too ugly, she wanted to pull it out of Song Zhichao's hand.

But Song Zhichao grabbed her hand tightly, then stuffed ten yuan into her palm, and said, "The old rules are the cost of running errands."

Baoxia didn't know what to say, and she took the money and gestured randomly, meaning: "I can't ask for this money! I really can't ask for it!"

Song Zhichao smiled at her and said, "You forgot that I said I will never take back the money I gave."

Baoxia scratched her head and was still gesturing.

Song Zhichao's eyes showed a hint of encouragement, "Please keep it. In the future, you will be a good craftsman. Many people will line up to ask you to help make clothes. But you must remember that I am your first guest." After that, he blinked at Baoxia.

At that moment, Baoxia remembered his name as Song Zhichao, and even more so on his encouraging eyes.

Yes!

I want to be the best tailor!
Chapter completed!