Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Miss Pan De graciously removed the long string that followed my name: "Is it better?"

I pondered for a moment, and pointed to the front slightly stingly: "Can't this be removed?"

She looked at me angrily and funny: "Okay." With that, the last name was erased, and only my name was left on the phone, "Is it better, Yao?"

I felt wrong again, and said, "Is there anyone with the same name in your phone?"

She blinked: "Only you."

I raised my eyebrows: "Very good. Then pass."

Miss Pan De put the phone back in her bag, flicking a few strands of my long hair with her fingers, and whispered, "What about yours?"

I cut out the company suffix by three times.

"'Pand', should I just call'Pand' in your phone?" She frowned slightly, visually dissatisfied with the naked eye.

It's "Miss Pan De", I thought to myself. But naturally I would not say that, explaining: "This is a very special last name, and there is no one in my address book that overlaps with you. Don't you want to be the special one?"

"It's not that you speak with a gentle voice, this name is gentle." Miss Pan De obviously didn't buy it, "I don't care. You can change me to something else."

I laughed: "Okay, okay, I'll change one. May I change a Chinese name for you?"

She leaned closer and looked at the phone screen: "What do you mean?"

"Well... it means someone who is very close."

Miss Pan De narrowed her eyes, seemingly suspicious, and asked: "How do you pronounce?"

"'Old Pan'." I taught her.

"Old Pan."

"Very good!" I was a little surprised. "Your pronunciation is really great. You are quite talented in this respect."

She pursed her lips: "Generally speaking, I am good at everything."

I laughed out: "Yes. I think so too."

"You can't cook." She retorted immediately.

I took a breath, paused, and said, "You can't write Chinese characters."

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows: "Are you sure you want to compare this?"

I was silent. She once wrote me her name in multiple languages, even if she is not proficient, she is definitely better than me. Just now, I know that she can speak at least four languages: Although I can also speak Tangshan dialect, Shandong dialect, plus a few Suzhou dialects, I fool her by saying "multiple languages", but I have a guilty conscience; I don’t have enough confidence, so it’s easy. Lu Ji.

Thinking of this, I immediately said: "I believe you must be good at everything."

Her eyelashes flickered, don't look away, there was a faint smile: "You spoil me too much."

My smile almost never stopped: "Then I saved it?"

"Wait a moment." Miss Pan De pressed my hand, "You have a record of dishonesty in this regard, and I can't just agree to it."

I was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"Wanzhuang." She suddenly jumped out a mellow Mandarin sentence, "Those two words don't pronounce "petroleum" at all, say "Wanzhuang"."

I took a breath, couldn't speak, paused again, took another breath, and said, "Yes, you are right,'oil' is its nickname. It's not a nickname—my hometown, uh— "

How can I explain this to someone who has not been influenced by the superiority of socialism?

"Uh-" I held my forehead and decided to explain clearly, "Have you heard of the kibbutz in Israel? It is a kind of collective community where people live from childhood to most of them, and they are fully self-sufficient, hospitals, schools, what? Both. My parents work in the oil field. Although we restructured early, we still have our own community facilities. My neighbors come from all over the country and live a different life from the surrounding local residents. So come to me Say, that place is called'oil', but you can't find this place name on any map."

"I know." She said concisely, "It's the Temasek Hebei version, but employees and their family members will live in the same community."

Temasek is a company with the prefix "national" in Singapore.

I was taken aback, looked at her, and made no secret of my surprise: "It seems that some people have done a lot of behind-the-scenes work."

She blinked and said nothing.

"These should be difficult to find on the Internet?" Especially when she searches in English, I am afraid it is difficult to retrieve any useful information. I felt moved inexplicably, and whispered, "You hired a detective?"

"I have a machine translator." She looked at me tenderly, "Don't coax me anymore. What does this word mean?"

"These are two words." I took her over, "The first syllable of your surname, which corresponds to Mandarin, is'Pan'; the other word,'old', means-'great' ."

"Great Pende?" Miss Pende frowned. "That... kind of strange."

I immediately changed my words: "It is the kind of great cousin, a bit like'my dear lady' in English."

"Oh. So it's ‘Dear Pan De’." She looked at me and suddenly said tentatively: "...Old, Old Li?"

I shrank to the ground with a smile, almost straightened up: "Don't, don't call me that."

Miss Pan De was annoyed: "Why are you laughing like this! I don't want to call "Old Pan"!"

"No, no! I'm not..." I hurriedly stood up, but I couldn't help it, and held her shoulders and smiled for a while, "That's not a strange name, really, it's very common among Chinese. It's just that I never I've never been called like this before, and it feels like someone is calling my dad. I'm sorry. Don't you like'Old Pan'? I like it."

Seeing me laughing like this, she made an explanation seriously, seeming a little confused, and hesitated to say in a low voice: "Of course you like'Lao Pan'... well. Then use this name."

"Okay." I smiled at her. Now Miss Pan De has officially become "Old Pan" in my mobile phone.

I didn't stay with her for too long. She left my house before lunch time. Miss Pan De reluctantly left me with a kiss: "I will come to pick up the clothes afterwards. Or you can send them to me... See when you are free, come to my house to visit?"

"Of course." I rubbed her nose, released the hand around the waist, took out a mask from the drawer beside it and handed it to Miss Pan De.

In this way, I can't bear to keep her even more: What if she really agrees to come down?

I'm so afraid that she will agree with everything I say.

The skirt she gave me was hung on the wall opposite the sofa in the living room. The soft decoration of the house has been basically completed, and the two gifts she gave me fit as if they were two people choosing together. Except for the second bedroom, this new home has made me very satisfied. The curtains may have to be changed. After the change, the traces from her will definitely become the finishing touch of the whole house.

I half leaned on the sofa, looking at my perfect refrigerator, feeling a little settled.

It felt like there was an invisible thread hanging over me, taking care of me and protecting me, as if someone was loving me from beginning to end.

It seems that atheists should not have such an illusion. I laughed for no reason.

My home is gradually being built.

After lunch, I started to deal with her penny shoes that were in a terrible battle: suede shoes are the most resistant to water, and her shoes have to be modified.

My pair is too short to return to the sky. When I realized this, my heart was a little bit painful. Fortunately, it's not expensive, it's just a normal mechanism for producing shoes.

Take it to Miss Pande.

I took care of her suit carefully. I originally had the habit of taking care of my clothes during the weekend. The trousers have been slightly ironed before, and the tops are hung in the backlit to dry in the shade. The touch of this brown suit is really amazing. I turned it over and found that the fabric is indeed as exquisite as I imagined. It is woolen linen from a certain British fabric brand with the D prefix. Above the fabric label, there is the shop logo of the suit shop, and the line below the embroidery of the mechanism reads:

"Specially made for Sonia Pande"

I couldn't help but move my eyebrows. Embroidering the owner's name by hand near the inner breast pocket is not uncommon for custom-made suits. After all, former guests often need to undress and store their clothes indoors. This is a tradition that is often reserved by advanced customization.

But weaving a label requires a separate version fee. What does she spend on this kind of thing?

I found it a bit strange. I searched for the name of the store, but there was no useful result. I thought about it, but found the store on the photo wall software, but I didn’t see this whether it was the details of the suit used for promotion or the pictures returned by the guests. set up. Maybe it's for special guests? I swiped around on the software, and suddenly saw a close-up of D’s fabric. The text read: "In-house fabrics, new patterns for 2019."

Is this a custom shop under that brand?

My doubts have deepened. It is very common for Italian fabric manufacturers to be acquired by foreign companies, but because of the solid textile technology backing of British brands, it is still rare to hear that the entire brand and the production line are packaged and sold. India's textile level is indeed good, but the acquisition of well-known European companies is very limited, and most of them are around more basic and extensive areas, such as workwear fabrics.

I have never heard of when an established fabric manufacturer like D’s changed their surname.

My curiosity is active again. This kind of behind-the-scenes story can open up the chatterbox of the elites who have the most exaggerated style.

The manufacturer's official website is unclear about the acquisition. For the veteran, it is common to twitch and maintain style. I have my own method, and I bring company keywords to search for acquisition news.

This fabric brand, together with the entire product line, now belongs to a high-end textile group in Mumbai. The name of the group is quite familiar. I became more interested and looked at their entrepreneurial history. The current president and chairman of the board is very young, less than forty years old, with a typical Aryan appearance, and the suit buckle in the promotional photos is very beautiful and tasteful.

But the name of this entrepreneur makes me a little dazed: Rajiv Pande.

Isn't it a coincidence?