The Rebirth of the National Goddess

"Then hurry up." Chu Jin let go and compromised.

It's normal for lovers to have some nasty things occasionally, not to mention, she and Mr. Mo have been honest with each other for a long time.

Just sign it.

it's nothing.

What's more, he promised himself that he would not do other things that were not suitable for children.

Therefore, she trusted Mr. Mo very much.

"Okay, I will do it soon." Mo Zhixuan picked up the pen, pulled down the white cloth a little bit, and then pulled it down a little bit, with careful movements, as if he was handling a treasure.

And a little hot.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for?" Chu Jin urged.

This is on the main road!

With so many cars coming and going, although the two of them did nothing, it still made people feel an inexplicable tension.

"Immediately." Mo Zhixuan reached out and lifted the cap of the pen.

Her movements are very delicate.

One stroke at a time, writing extremely slowly.

At this moment, Mr. Mo was extremely grateful that his name was three characters.

It's just that the strokes seem a little simpler.

"Hurry up." Chu Jin couldn't help urging.

"What's the rush, don't you know my name is very long?"

"hurry up."

"Are you ready?" Chu Jin urged again.

Fifteen minutes have passed, and the man still hasn't moved, the pen tip is still drawing.

"Not yet." Mo Zhixuan said in a low tone.

"Stop writing, stop writing!" Chu Jin sat up, "You are too slow."

"It's too late." Mo Zhixuan threw the pen back.

Time flies, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Three years later.

Chu Jin successfully graduated from Capital University, today is the day to take graduation photos, and Mo's family is already discussing with Zhao Xian about her and Mo Zhixuan's marriage date.

This is the legendary lost school uniform wearing a wedding dress.

Chu Jin wore a bachelor's uniform and stood with a group of classmates to take pictures. In the past three years, she has hardly changed.

If anything, it has become more beautiful.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

She was wearing a bachelor's uniform and standing with all the students, but Mo Zhixuan still saw her at a glance in the crowd.

As soon as the photographer here pressed the shutter, two girls also wearing academic uniforms ran over there.

"Brother Jin, let's take a photo with the people in our dormitory." The two who came running were Chu Jin's roommates, Lin Shijia and Liu Xuanxuan.

Surprisingly, Yin Wu was not seen.

"Where's Xiaowu? Why didn't you come with you?" Chu Jin asked, taking off the bachelor's hat on his head.

Mentioning Yin Wu, the faces of the two of them immediately showed excitement, Liu Xuanxuan quietly stretched out her fingers and pointed not far away, "Brother Jin, look there."

Chu Jin looked up.

I saw that Yin Wu, who has always been meek, was actually chasing a man.

The man was about a head taller than Yin Wu, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, he looked like a social person, holding Yin Wu's bachelor's cap in his hand, he turned his head and said something to Yin Wu, and ran forward quickly .

Yin Wu chased after him angrily.

It's really not easy to make Yin Wu, who is as gentle as water, so angry, and the man must have put in a lot of effort.

"Let's wait for her." Chu Jin looked at the two people not far away, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

"Brother Jin, can we take a photo with you?" Three or five male classmates walked up to Chu Jin.

These are all Chu Jin's classmates, and they usually like Chu Jin very much.

Being able to take a photo with Chu Jin alone is enough for them to brag outside for a long time.

"Of course." Chu Jin nodded.

"Thank you, Brother Jin."

Ever since, wave after wave of people rushed to take photos with Chu Jin.

"Chu Jin." Even the counselor came over.

"Hello counselor." Chu Jin greeted very politely.

"Chu Jin," the counselor adjusted his glasses, and continued, "The principal and several other teachers and professors in the school would like to take a photo with you. What do you think?"

Chu brocade.

During these three years, almost no one in China mainland did not know her.

The youngest well-known writer in China.

Huaxia Kingdom's youngest chairman.

The youngest philanthropist in China.

National Goddess, Master of Divination...

Countless auras surround her.

The most important thing is that under so many auras, she can still maintain her original aspirations, be neither arrogant nor impetuous, work hard, be humble and polite.

From a down-and-out idiot daughter to a national goddess that everyone envies.

She is the representative of positive energy.

Obviously, she can rely on her appearance to make a living, but she relies on her talent.

It can be said that Chu Jin is the face of Capital University.

The myth that belongs to her will be passed down from generation to generation.

thereafter.

As long as they are graduates from Capital University, they will proudly say that Chu Jin is my senior sister.

Or maybe.

Chu Jin is my junior.

Brother Jin and I are classmates.

Everyone is proud of it.

Under the counselor's expectant eyes, Chu Jin nodded quickly, "My honor."

"Okay, then wait here for a while, I'll let them come over right away." The counselor was very excited, if it wasn't for the teacher-student relationship, he would have wanted to call Chu Jin Brother Jin.

"Why haven't you recovered yet?" Mo Zhixuan crossed his arms and walked out from the side, his facial features seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

So angry!

He witnessed Chu Jin taking photos with one boy after another, but he couldn't stop him!

"Wait a while, the principal wants to take a photo with me." Chu Jin patted his hand lightly.

After a while, the counselor came over with the principal and a group of teachers.

"You are the head of the Mo family, right? It's a pleasure to meet you." The headmaster shook hands with Mo Zhixuan excitedly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Mo Zhixuan opened his mouth very rarely.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when the photo was taken.

Mo Zhixuan first took Chu Jin to dinner, and then went to order a wedding dress.

Mo Zhixuan drove the car to an old alley in the capital and stopped.

This is a very old alley, paved with blue bricks and slabs at the foot, and the houses on both sides are retro-style buildings, reflecting the profound cultural heritage of the capital for more than thousands of years.

Quaint lanterns are hung in front of the gates of almost every household.

Under the night, it emits a bright light.

Chu Jin got out of the car, and looked around curiously, "Shouldn't we go to the tailor shop? Why did you bring me to Aunt Tong?"

"You'll know when you go in." Mo Zhixuan pretended to be mysterious, and walked in with his arms around Chu Jin's shoulders.

Tong Zhi runs a private restaurant.

According to Mo Zhixuan, the business is very good.

However, every time Chu Jin came, the restaurant was deserted, there was no customer, buddy, only Xiaoliuzi was alone.

"Master Mo, Mrs. Ninth, please come inside." As soon as the two of them entered the door, Little Six came up to greet them.

"Little Six, where's your lady boss?" Mo Zhixuan looked sideways slightly.

Little Six put the white towel on his shoulders, "I know the two of you are coming, and the proprietress is already waiting inside, so I'll take the two of you there."

Mo Zhixuan then said, "No need, go get busy, we'll just go there by ourselves."

"Okay, then I'll greet other guests first, you two go slowly." After finishing speaking, Little Six turned around and ran towards the restaurant.

Chu Jin looked at Xiaoliuzi a little strangely, thinking to himself, what nonsense is this kid talking about? When they came just now, there was obviously no one in the restaurant. Didn't this little boy talk nonsense with his eyes open?

"Mo Zhixuan," Chu Jin looked up at Mo Zhixuan, pointed to his head, and continued, "Little Six, is there something wrong here?"

Mo Zhixuan smiled mysteriously, "If there is any problem, you will know in the future."

Seeing that he didn't say much, Chu Jin didn't ask any more questions.

Walk through a classical corridor and walk into the inner room.

As soon as the two of them reached the door, the door opened. Tong Zhi walked out wearing a cheongsam, twisting her waist, and said with a smile, "You two little ancestors, I'm looking forward to you! Come, come, come in quickly. "

As soon as he entered the room, Chu Jin saw the red silk hanging on the hanger and the sewing machine in the room.

"Ah Jin, stand here, and I'll measure you." Tong Zhi walked up to Chu Jin with a tape measure.

"Aunt Tong, this is..." Chu Jin scratched his head in confusion.

Tong Zhi smiled and said, "I don't have anything to give you when you marry Zhixuan. It just so happens that you are going to hold a Chinese wedding, so I thought about giving you a set of authentic handmade wedding dresses."

So far, Tong Zhi still can't believe the reality.

She hasn't solved the major issues in her life yet, but her cold nephew is one step ahead of her.

Once, she almost thought that Mo Zhixuan would never marry and live alone forever.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he would fall into the hands of a little girl.

I have to say that love is really a magical thing.

"Thank you, Aunt Tong." Chu Jin reached out and hugged Tong Zhi.

"Silly girl." Tong Zhi patted her on the head.

After measuring the size, Tong Zhi took out the embroidery samples and asked Chu Jin to choose the pattern.

Most of the patterns embroidered on the wedding dress are peonies, phoenixes and the like.

Chu Jin originally thought that Tong Zhi was just making a simple buttoned wedding dress, but she never thought that she would have to rust the pattern with her own hands. Few contemporary people know how to make clothes by hand, and Tong Zhi can actually do it by hand. embroidery.

"Aunt Tong, do you know how to embroider?" Chu Jin raised his eyes in disbelief.

"Of course, you, Aunt Tong, and I are versatile." Tong Zhi smiled very arrogantly, "I think back then, I was also a flower in the supernatural world, and the men who chased me could circle the earth twice hand in hand."

Chu Jin also smiled and said, "Aunt Tong, you are still a flower now."

Looking at it this way, Tong Zhi is only about twenty years old, and the years have hardly left any traces on her face.

Tong Zhi was immediately amused and burst out laughing, "Ah Jin is still sweet-mouthed, I like talking to A Jin the most."

Making a wedding dress is a complicated process. After choosing the embroidery pattern, Tong Zhi pulled Chu Jin to choose the color of the silk and satin.

Only then did Chu Jin know.

Just one red is divided into so many color systems.

It dazzled her.

After choosing everything, it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

The Mo family's old house was brightly lit.

Mrs. Mo and Zhao Yuan sat in the living room studying the wedding date.

Chu Xiu sat aside and read a book.

Three years have passed, and Chu Xiu has grown into a 16-year-old Pianpian boy with exquisite facial features, and a unique heroic spirit has appeared between his brows.

However, there is nothing similar to Chu Jin.

These years, because Mo Qingyi was not at home, Zhao Xian has been living in Mo's house.