CHAPTER 1940: CHAPTER 1940: QINGYUN RETURNS HOME 4

Actually, Feng Qingxue didn’t realize how precious her timely help to the old professor was.

Professor Xie is kind to her now mainly because she gave him warmth during his most desolate and helpless years. Over the years, she hasn’t forgotten the old professor when it comes to food and clothing.

Year after year, continuing for three years and still persisting — this speaks highly of her character.

Not only Professor Xie but also other respected and cared-for professors at Capital University are kind to her, treating her like family and sharing the joy of restoring their reputations and returning to work.

Feng Qingxue visited them one by one and left with a smile on her face.

These elders have finally made it through the hard times, how wonderful!

Everything is moving in a positive direction. Feng Qingxue walked briskly towards her bicycle parked by the roadside, her steps light as if carried by the wind.

Imagine an old, gray street, surrounded by dull colors, and suddenly a young woman with fair skin, beautiful looks, and fashionable attire appears, exuding a unique and indescribable aura, beyond stunning.

A passing foreign photographer witnessed this scene and seized the moment to click the shutter and capture this beauty.

Feng Qingxue didn’t hear the shutter click nor did she notice the photographer’s actions. She pushed her bicycle, humming the most popular military song of the time, heading straight to Chen Xueniang’s place.

Chen Xueniang and Zheng Jinrui were eating the watermelon she brought while listening to her talk about how the military district compound was filled with women in white tops and green skirts.

Chen Xueniang laughed heartily, "So, the clothes I made have become fashionable."

"Indeed, there are even more people wearing them than military green uniforms, and more than Shanghai-style clothing. Of course, I’m talking about young women; older women and some particularly conservative ones seem to think wearing skirts is outrageous." Even if she hadn’t heard specific criticisms, Feng Qingxue could sense the disapproval in their eyes as she walked outside.

Chen Xueniang shook her head, saying, "It’s just a difference in perspective. Now, in the streets and alleys of the Capital City, you can see women wearing skirts, though not many. They’ve been suppressed for too long, so long that people have forgotten what beauty is."

Feng Qingxue agreed with this view, "Perspectives will change slowly, more and more women who love beauty will emerge."

Zheng Jinrui listened to their discussion on how to design beautiful clothes and what fabric to use for skirts in autumn. He shook his head and quickly took the half-eaten watermelon outside, fearing he would grow deaf from hearing more.

Feng Qingxue left her some wool fabric and other materials before saying goodbye.

Some fabrics were purchased from the Overseas Chinese Store in the past few years, well preserved in space, with colors still bright, while others were fabrics collected in her previous life, which wouldn’t arouse suspicion when used now.

Chen Xueniang, having nothing to do, frequently interacted with an elderly tailor she recently met, learning a lot about fashion design and sewing. She made a wool coat for both Feng Qingxue and herself — one pink and one royal blue. She also made Fubao a patchwork plaid dress, with balloon sleeves and a ruffled collar made from white poplin, simple yet ultimately beautiful.

Many times, the simpler it is, the more it reaches the pinnacle of beauty.

Chen Xueniang handed the garments to Feng Qingxue and Fubao, who immediately fell in love with them. Since it was hot, Feng Qingxue only tried on the coat, while Fubao put on the dress right away. "It’s so beautiful, thank you, Aunt Xueniang. When summer is over and autumn arrives, I’ll wear it and pair it with the white cashmere coat Aunt Adrian sent me when it gets colder."

"Truly, our young lady is growing up, and if she doesn’t dress up properly, how can she live up to the looks bestowed by the heavens?" Chen Xueniang marveled. Before she could finish speaking, the phone at Feng Qingxue’s home rang.