Before Qingyan could reply, Lanhua and Daya beside them couldn't help themselves.
Lan Hua yelled back, "Why are you like this? You were the one who suddenly ran out of the alley and bumped into my sister, yet you complained first!"
Da Ya also echoed: "Yes, yes, we all saw you running out from the side and bumping into Sister Xue! The alley is so small, who knew someone would come out of it?"
Qingyan also looked at the little girl in front of her, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with braided hair and wearing a dark blue muslin dress.
There is still a bit of baby fat on his face, and one look at him shows that his family situation must be good, at least he doesn't look like he comes from a poor family who can't afford enough to eat.
The little girl was standing there, covering her arms, looking at them with disdain, as if they were unclean things.
He squinted his eyes and said with disdain: "Do you know where this is? Poor people like you are not just here. Be careful and arrest you as a spy!"
After saying that, he looked up and down at the coarse cloth clothes they were wearing, and expressed the meaning of "you are inferior people" directly on their faces.
Not to mention that Daya and Lanhua looked angry, Qingyan was also angry.
He said directly: "This is not your yard, it is a road. Everyone can come here. If you are arrested here, who would dare to go out? Besides, what kind of people are we? Are we different from you? Then where are you? Is the family’s daughter rich?”
"You..." The other party
This girl is really unpleasant. What are you talking about? This is not a palace, so why can't they come?
You still look at them with that kind of eyes. They are just wearing coarse cloth, and they are not covering their bodies. A clean bag is enough.
They bought this after they came to Handeng. It's not that they can't afford good fabrics to make clothes. It's because they haven't used good fabrics and a few old ladies don't dare to do it themselves.
They went to the cloth shop and saw that there were silks and muslins. Needless to say, satins were expensive. After buying them, they had to find a specialized tailor and embroiderer to make them.
Those clothes are not easy to cut and sew, and the calluses on your hands can be scratched.
And it’s not something that everyone can wear. You can’t wear it for work, and you can’t do any big movements. You need to take care of it very carefully. If you are not careful, you will get scratches and scratches, and there will not be many people to take care of you. It's even more embarrassing when it comes out with scratches everywhere.
Might as well wear cotton or coarse cloth clothes.
At first, Qingyan thought that coarse cloth was worn by the poor because they could not afford other fabrics. But now she realized that it was because coarse cloth was strong and suitable for people who usually worked.
Although the fine cotton cloth is comfortable to wear, most of it is made into a lining and worn inside. If you really want to wear it outside, you have to pay special attention to it.
Not only is it not strong and easy to break, it is also very easy to wrinkle. If you do one movement too many times, it will cause wrinkles all over your body.
The little girl is now wearing blue cotton. The folds on the skirt make Qingyan suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. She wishes she could reach out and pluck them out.
The reason why they are still wearing coarse cloth clothes is because other clothes are still at the tailor and have not been finished.
But this is also new, at least it is not as tattered and patched as before, and it still fits well.
Seeing the disdainful look on the little girl opposite her made Qingyan feel upset. It seemed that no matter what time, she would respect the clothes first and then the person.
When the three of them stood here, they were neither humble nor overbearing, and there was no feeling of shrinking. Generally speaking, people would not think that they were not worthy of the stage, but they still attracted contemptuous looks, which indirectly explained the quality of these clothes. important.
Seeing that the other party couldn't answer the conversation for a while, they tried their best to make their own luck. Lanhua and Daya looked proud.
Alas~ Qingyan sighed in her heart, thinking that they had something to do when they went back, so she was too lazy to continue to pester the other party. Anyway, she didn't feel any pain from the collision. Instead, the other party kept rubbing her arm.
Holding Lanhua and Daya one by one, he prepared to take them back.
Seeing that they were no longer active, the other party became angry, "Do you want to leave after bumping into someone? You really don't know etiquette. You are indeed a country bumpkin from nowhere!"
Qingyan looked over with cold eyes. The other party was startled by Qingyan's eyes and couldn't help but take a step back, not daring to continue talking.
Her nostrils were turned upward just now, and she only noticed the clothes on the three of them. Although they were newly made, they were also made of coarse cloth. They probably bought them newly because they had just entered the city and were afraid of being laughed at.
But now when I take a closer look at the other person's appearance and cold eyes, I wonder if this is a young lady from some family who sneaked out, right?
That exquisite appearance and perfect temperament cannot be cultivated by a small family.
To say that this little girl has some experience, Qingyan's family is also quite wealthy. Although their daily life is not very luxurious. They live in a courtyard house in Beijing and most of the meals are cooked by themselves without inviting them. Many servants.
But when she is on vacation, she will travel around the world with her parents. Their family's businesses are spread all over the world, but they are more low-key at home. Abroad, they have manors and castles, and they are still black and white.
It can be said that as soon as she arrived abroad, Qingyan was like a proper little princess, the kind that the princes and princesses of some small countries would chat with.
This also taught Qingyan that she could change her identity at any time according to the environment. She could live in a castle and wear millions of jewelry, or she could squat in an alley and weave straw rings with the children.
Therefore, this family condition has cultivated her broad horizons, and she also has a self-confident temperament, which can be used in any situation.
In addition, she often went to her father's underground force before, and this time she saw blood when she came here, and the evil look in her eyes was not something that ordinary people could resist.
At this time, another woman in her forties came out of the alley behind the little girl.
Seeing them confronting each other at the entrance of the alley, he took two steps forward and asked, "What's going on? Xiaojuan, didn't I ask you to buy silk thread for the lady? Why are you still here?"
After hearing this, Xiaojuan seemed to have found the steps to come down. She glanced at Qingyan again, nodded to the woman and said, "It's okay, Mother Liu, I'll go right away, I'll go right away."
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the east.
The woman who had just come out was carrying a bamboo basket. She also looked at Qingyan and the three of them strangely and walked in the other direction without saying anything.
Qingyan raised her eyebrows. It seemed that the little girl was really a little girl.
It was nothing like the maid she saw on TV. She thought she was the daughter of an ordinary family in this alley.
