While she was thinking, Mrs. Tanaka had already pulled her into one of the rooms.
Looking up, the tatami mats, legless stools, original wooden windows, and beams are all filled with a natural, fresh, and simple ancient style.
Inside it, she seemed to smell the fragrance of the wood and felt that they were breathing with her.
Mrs. Tanaka knelt down next to the dressing table, pointed to a stack of boxes on the floor, and said, "Ms. Su, this is the kimono your boyfriend ordered for you. It was just delivered today. Try it on."
Kimono? She reached out and picked up one of the big boxes and opened it. Yes, there was a gorgeous kimono lying inside.
"It's so beautiful." Mrs. Tanaka said from the side: "This is a high-end kimono made of high-quality silk and satin, with exquisite workmanship. I have never worn such a beautiful kimono in my life."
The boxes were opened one by one, and kimonos of different colors appeared in front of her.
The dark blue butterflies are flying, the bright red is magnificent, the lake green is chic and elegant, the pink is prosperous, and the pure white cherry blossoms are romantic.
She looked and looked, selected and selected, and finally carefully picked up the pure white kimono from the box.
On the gorgeous fabric, half of the cherry blossoms are hand-painted and printed, and the other half are exquisitely embroidered.
Between the bumps and bumps, the cherry blossoms seemed to be dancing on the kimono.
She took off her sweater and jeans and put on a beautiful kimono. She stood in the mirror and looked at it again and again, turning around again and again. It wasn't until it was completely dark that she thought of turning on the light.
"I didn't expect you, a rude person, to be so elegant in a kimono." A familiar voice sounded in her ears, telling her that Han Murphy was here.
Turning around, she was startled by Han Murphy's outfit today: flower head, black sweater, black jeans, pickle green windbreaker, and a large cross-body schoolbag.
Does he look like a financial tycoon in his outfit? He is simply a fashionable college student.
Every time Han Murphy behaved like this, she was shocked.
"What's wrong? Your master, I'm so handsome, I'm dumbfounded." Han Feifei stabbed her hard on the forehead.
She stretched out her hand to rub her forehead and said, "It's not a question of whether you are handsome or not, but it's that you are too young and I don't like you dressed like this."
Han Murphy put his bag on the ground and said, "Boy, are you jealous of my youth? That's because, although there is an eleven-year age difference between us, I look younger than you."