The spiritual spring of rebirth is a little field

Chapter 89 Relationship Improvement
With Liang Liguo taking charge of the preparatory work for the fruit shop, Liang Lixia returned to school with peace of mind, ushering in another week of no freedom at all.

If most people are still in the post-holiday syndrome in the first week, then in the second week, they are really in the state.

The same is true for the lectures of various subjects, which began to make slow progress.

Liang Lixia could occasionally go to the bathroom for a while when there was no one in the dormitory or after the lights were turned off, devoting himself to studying as calm as water.

Although you may feel uncomfortable at first, you have no choice but to adapt slowly.

Besides, the space is completely isolated from the outside world, and there is really no need to worry about what is outside.

But in the end, he couldn't stay inside for a long time. Generally, Liang Lixia would hurry up and digest what he learned that day, and keep it in his heart.

The rest of the spare time was spent on painting by her openly.

There are many people in the classroom and it is easy to be surrounded by crowds, so she bought a drawing board, and whenever she was free, she would sit on the bed and hold the drawing board to sketch some new ideas at will.

What was new was that after lunch one day, Mo Mo and Dong Yue both went to the classroom, but Lu Weiwei was nowhere to be seen as usual.

Liang Lixia sat alone at the head of the bed, and some of his strokes were somewhat bottlenecked. When he looked around inadvertently, he found a few magazines with bright covers on the bed next door, which were covered by a blanket at the end of the bed.

The style was very familiar, and it was still in Japanese, so she had a guess almost instantly.

Although no one was there, she still hesitated for a while before carefully pushing aside the blanket to reveal the full view of the magazine.

Sure enough, it was Mina, Vivi, these Japanese girls' fashion magazines.

With the development of the clothing industry, Japanese and Korean clothing has gradually occupied most of the market, especially girly style, which is the favorite of most girls.

But that happened only after two years, and it is still very rare now.

Those who will read these original magazines are even rarer.

After all, it is not only expensive but also a monthly magazine. The most important thing is whether you can buy it.

It's no wonder that Lu Weiwei's style gives her a Japanese-Korean feel, and the matching method is learned from above.

That's right, matching.

The style is not surprising, all are simple lines, no complicated design, and the main purpose is to be comfortable and beautiful.

What attracts attention is the bold collocation, or the fresh style, or the youthful, or the charming and sexy, all of which are easy to come by.

Liang Lixia always thought that a designer who can't match is not a good designer, so she is still unqualified.

The first is the talent, and the second is that I have never had a fashionable atmosphere, and when I study design, I always treat it as a homework that must be completed.

That's why, although she will still pick up a paintbrush in this life, she doesn't think about continuing to have a better development in this industry, she just doesn't want to waste this skill, and wants to do more things as much as she can .

Whether it was someone else's book or Lu Weiwei's, Liang Lixia sighed, then withdrew his hand and planned to continue drawing.

But it was so unfortunate that the owner of the magazine just opened the door and walked in, and saw her withdrawing her hand from her thin blanket at a glance.

Lu Weiwei frowned immediately, but unexpectedly she didn't have an attack. She just looked at the magazines at the end of the bed, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you know these magazines?"

This time it was her fault, Liang Lixia looked at each other calmly, nodded first and then said: "Sorry."

With a cut, Lu Weiwei lay down on the bed, and said casually, "I've read it all, if you want to read it, just take it and read it, as long as you don't let the teacher find out."

In this day and age, magazines are full of miscellaneous books, and reading them after class is a serious crime.

The least is to hand over the book and not mention it, and the most important is to name and criticize or make a small report to the parents.

Even Lu Weiwei hid it in the dormitory and watched it when no one was around.

Unexpectedly, she was so generous, Liang Lixia raised his eyebrows in surprise, and immediately said impolitely: "Thank you very much."

It happened to be a little calm, Liang Lixia took out a mina, and looked through it roughly.

And Lu Weiwei, who was lying on the bed, seemed to think of something, suddenly sat up, leaned over, stretched out her hand and took away her drawing board, and said confidently: "You look at mine, I look at yours."

"..." Liang Lixia slowly watched as she flipped through the drawing board that she had made intermittently in the past few days.

Lu Weiwei obviously noticed that she was writing and drawing in the dormitory all day long, but due to the discord between the two of them and her own face problem, she didn't ask.

Now that there is a magazine as an excuse, I don't hesitate to answer the question.

The two see each other, but they don't interfere with each other.

Liang Lixia looked at the styles and collocations, while Lu Weiwei looked at the detailed pictures of the styles, as well as the specific dimensions of the sizes.

"You drew these... are you planning to make them for real?" With such details, down to the size of the cuffs, how could Lu Weiwei not be so skeptical.

"Well, maybe there is a chance to make it." When the online store develops, it will be able to carry a variety of styles, and now it is just to prepare for the time.

Or for yourself and those around you.

Thinking of this, Liang Lixia couldn't help asking: "Are you interested?"

Lu Weiwei cut it almost subconsciously, and then hesitated: "Then can you make the style in the magazine?"

Different from domestic styles, the Japanese style is especially in the fabric. It is not easy to find the same one.

Liang Lixia showed a somewhat troubled expression: "If there are fabrics and accessories, then there is no problem."

These two are really the biggest problems. If they can be solved, perhaps the customized business can be even bigger.

"Really?" Lu Weiwei's eyes lit up immediately, "I'll take care of those two, can you help me?"

"Uh..." It seems that no matter how rich you are, it's still not easy to buy some niche brands of Japanese products. Liang Lixia nodded hesitantly, and then emphasized: "Because I'm looking for someone to process it, so..."

Lu Weiwei waved her hand: "How much money is not a problem, I will find you when I solve those two problems."

Then there are no problems, Liang Lixia nodded happily: "Okay."

Because of this little secret between the two of them, Lu Weiwei no longer made it difficult on purpose, and even talked to Liang Lixia from time to time.

Not only did Mo Mo and Dong Yue, who were in the same dormitory, be extremely surprised, but even more astonished was Sun Wenya who still dared not confront Lu Weiwei head-on.

For the time being, Lu Weiwei didn't reveal what she wanted others to know, so Liang Lixia wouldn't say much.

For Lu Weiwei who looked down on her, Sun Wenya didn't dare to ask more questions, and then changed the subject: "Li Xia, what do you draw every day at noon? I heard from Mo Mo that they are all skirts. Could it be that the one on you is also yours?" Did you draw it yourself?"

Liang Lixia designed himself a low-key style that is attractive and low-key. After a long time, he will feel the difference. It is not surprising that Sun Wenya will notice.

Just like her attitude towards Lu Weiwei, she didn't deliberately hide it, she nodded and said, "Well, I'm fine, just draw for fun. It just so happens that a relative owns a garment factory. As long as I buy the fabric, I can help out."

"Eh? So good?" Sun Wenya was much more straightforward than Lu Weiwei, and immediately asked, "Can you make me one too?"

(End of this chapter)