Transmigrated into his own aunt

Chapter 398 Selection
The day before the school celebration selection.

The head teacher found Ying Wanwan and Zhou Xinlan.

I asked them how their preparations for the show were going, and emphasized that they must get the ranking, and strive for both of them to be able to perform on stage, and then get a certificate of award.

Zhou Xinlan made the same promise as last time, "Mr. Deng, I will definitely get the certificate for the class."

The homeroom teacher nodded, "That's about the same, Ying Wanwan, what about you? No guarantee?"

Ying Wanwan still said the same thing that day, "Mr. Deng, didn't I tell you earlier? Don't worry, but you keep emphasizing it like this, and I'm under a lot of pressure. And the most important thing is to participate. Your program has been reported, and now What's the use of worrying."

head teacher:"."

Ying Wanwan's lack of self-confidence in her words made Zhou Xinlan feel even more proud. This little bitch has the best attitude towards everyone. She is about to undergo a big screening right now, so she immediately changed her tone. , This is an expression of extreme lack of confidence in yourself.

Before the start, the mentality has been lost.

out of the office.

Zhou Xinlan followed Ying Wanwan, her brows hard to hide her complacency, "Ying Wanwan, you have no ambition in front of the head teacher, do you already feel that you will lose?"

Ying Wanwan glanced at Zhou Xinlan, and said coldly, "Don't be too happy too early, if you lose the chain on the day of the selection, you will be ashamed!"

Zhou Xinlan smiled, "Then wait and see, I am very confident in my dance! And I have dance clothes, and I can get high marks just by wearing clothes."

Ying Wanwan snorted and ignored Zhou Xinlan.

She couldn't believe it, this woman could still wear fairy clothes to perform?
But Zhou Xinlan has a dance costume, so she can also be stunning!
This night she didn't hold candles for night practice. She picked out the clothes she could wear on the day of the performance in the closet, and found that apart from the woolen coat, it was a down jacket. If she wore a formal dress, she would not be able to bear the outdoor performance!
Tomorrow, after school is over, the program will be selected in the rehearsal room of the Art Department. There are so many classes in the school, I don’t know how they are arranged. Recently, I have been focusing on the matter of skipping grades and reviewing, and I didn’t even look at the bulletin board.

"Wanwan, what are you doing here?" Pan Xin wondered when he saw that there was no light coming from the door of the study, and when he came to the bedroom, he saw Ying Wanwan standing in front of the closet and rummaging through it.

"I'm looking for clothes for the school celebration selection. You said playing the flute, what kind of clothes are suitable for you?"

Pan Xin glanced at Ying Wanwan's closet, then looked at the flute in her hand, the sound of the TV series outside came to her ears, "This is suitable for ancient clothes, just like the ones on TV, but we don't have any at home. "

"Then you said, I'd better wear a coat then, keeping warm is important."

Pan Xin thought for a while, "I don't know if you can wear my cheongsam. I'll find it for you to try. If it's very loose, I'll add a layer of cotton inside tonight to give you a little relief."

"Cheongsam?" Ying Wanwan thought of the clothes she wore when she played the piano at Ronnie's place. At the end of the summer vacation, he gave her the cotton cheongsam she used to play the piano together with her shoes.

Because she was afraid that Xiao Nanfeng would be jealous if she saw it, she hid it and brought it back to the imperial capital.

After thinking about it carefully, I squatted down and opened the two wide cardboard boxes at the bottom of the closet, which were pressed by shoe boxes.

Open it for Pan Xin to see, "Mom, look, how do you like this dress? I have two, one pink and one bright red, which one do you think looks better?"

Ying Wanwan bent down and took out another box containing the cheongsam, lifted the lid of the box, and showed it to Pan Xin.

The cheongsam has been in the box for a whole summer, and I took it out to see that although the fabric is a little wrinkled, it doesn't affect its beauty. The color of the fabric is still the same as before, very bright, I don't know how much it costs to buy this How could Ronnie be willing to buy such expensive clothes for her?

"This embroidery looks really delicate. It's impossible for ordinary people to embroider." Pan Xin took the cheongsam in Ying Wanwan's hand, touched the embroidery on it, turned to the collar, opened her eyes wide, and looked at Ying Wan Wan, was about to open his mouth.

Ying Wanwan said, "Mr. Luo bought this for me when I was working there."

Pan Xin couldn't believe it, "He bought it for you? Can't you? Look at the embroidery on the inside of this dress. In the spring of the 22nd year of the Republic of China, it's almost fifty. It's an antique. Where did he buy it for you?"

Ying Wanwan: "."

Looking at the place Pan Xin pointed at, the date was embroidered with the same color thread of the fabric on the collar, and his hair stood up, "Impossible, 50 years? Why is it still the same as the new one? He didn't tell me about this." It’s an antique, no wonder I asked for clothes on the first day, and he brought them the next day, and they still fit me well. I thought he went to someone to rush to make them. I’m afraid to look at these clothes right now. .”

"It may be his grandma's clothes when she was young. They have been kept at home for you to wear. Moreover, they are made of high-quality materials, and the fabric has very good toughness. It took so long to fold it up and throw it in the closet, and it’s just wrinkled, how could he give you such expensive clothes, if he didn’t have other thoughts about you, Mom would twist his head off and use it as a stool for you to sit on.”

Ying Wanwan: "."

Pan Xin said again, "But you've collected everything, and you've kept it for such a long time, it's not appropriate to return it. I'll iron it for you, so you can wear it tomorrow."

"I still wear it, I don't dare." Grandma Ronnie's clothes, which were made in the 22nd year of the Republic of China, are antiques from nearly 100 years ago to her. If she knew, she wouldn't even dare to look at them.

Pan Xin pouted, "Look at you, how brave you are, how long have you been keeping this here? That's why I'm scared. I heard that the antiques are still in the town house. And if these two clothes are put in the auction house now, That's an unbelievable price, I gave you two sets, no way! This is too cheap, hurry up and I'll get two of your second uncle's most valuable paintings and send them over."

Ying Wanwan: "."

Pan Xin waved the cheongsam in front of Ying Wanwan, "Wear bright red for festivals." Hanging the cheongsam on his arm, he went out the door.

After solving the clothes problem, Ying Wanwan went to the study.

Looking down at the contents of the book, I couldn't read a single word.

His mind was full of clothes that Ronnie had given her, and he had thoughts about her.

Isn't he a musician?And he brought a woman abroad, is that woman the original owner?Will her final experience overlap with that of the original owner or what?
The more I think about it, the more apprehensive and fearful I become.

Pan Xin finished ironing the clothes, put away the light pink suit, held the bright red one, and pushed open the door where I was. Seeing no one, he shook his head and murmured, "This kid is too hardworking." !"

The bright red cheongsam was folded and placed in its original box, placed on her dresser, and she turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)