Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"It can be done, but it's not cheap."

"Price is negotiable."

Ding Heng put his phone away: "But I need to check the quality of your samples first. After all, this is something that will be shown on TV, so we can't be careless."

Hua Qing nodded and walked out from behind the cashier.

"The samples are on the second floor. Come with me."

She walked ahead, her pace slow, her back ramrod straight.

Ding Heng followed behind, his gaze fixed on her back.

The moon-white, modernized Hanfu features a cinched waist that accentuates a slender figure.

Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, revealing a section of her fair nape.

She was as aloof and cold as a white plum blossom in the snow.

Whether in dreams or in reality, this "fairy's" temperament remains unchanged.

The second floor is a small exhibition hall filled with all kinds of Hanfu samples.

Hua Qing took a dark green round-necked robe from the clothes rack and handed it to Ding Heng.

"This is the most complex piece we've ever made. Take a look."

Ding Heng took it and examined it from all angles.

The fabric is custom-made jacquard silk, with a delicate feel and soft luster.

The embroidery is handmade, with fine stitches and lifelike patterns.

"good."

He hung the clothes back up and inquired, "Your embroidery is quite good. Which craftsman did you hire?"

"My family."

Hua Qing said in a calm tone: "My family is in the business of opera costumes, and my father is an inheritor of Hunan embroidery, an intangible cultural heritage."

Ding Heng responded with an "Oh".

This is similar to what happened in the dream, but he

"And you? Did you study it too?"

"Yes! In two years, I will also become an inheritor of Hunan embroidery, an intangible cultural heritage, and carry on his legacy."

"is it?"

Does that mean you didn't learn dance, but instead learned embroidery?

After making his rounds, Ding Heng returned to the stairwell.

"How about this, I'll take two samples back to show my dad. If he thinks they're okay, then we can give you the rest of the orders."

Hua Qing's eyes lit up again.

"Really?"

"Don't worry... My dad's show needs at least dozens of outfits, and there might be renewals later. It's a long-term cooperation opportunity."

Ding Heng then changed the subject: "However, I have a condition."

Hua Qing's fingers tightened slightly. If Ding Heng wasn't lying, this order would be enough to revitalize the shop.

Lin Man has already declared that if the business doesn't go through today, she will withdraw her investment.

Although it might have been said in anger, Hua Qing was genuinely embarrassed to swindle her sisters out of their hard-earned money again.

"How much do you want?"

Her voice sounded a little strained.

Ding Heng suddenly took a step forward.

Hua Qing instinctively stepped back, her back pressed against the wall.

Ding Heng propped one hand on her ear, looking down at her.

Hua Qing's breath hitched slightly.

"you……"

"Boss lady."

Ding Heng's voice was very soft, with a hint of ambiguous laughter.

"You don't want your shop to go out of business, do you?"

The girls in my dreams

2 a.m.

Longhe is having a lot of troubles lately.

There are many reasons for being annoyed.

First, she spent over a month writing her new song, producing seven or eight versions, none of which she was satisfied with. Looking at the densely packed audio tracks on her computer screen, her head was throbbing with pain.

Secondly, Bilibili's traffic has recently plummeted. Previously, a single video could easily garner tens of thousands of views, but now, even after working hard for half a month, the views barely reach ten thousand. Some comments say she's "lost her touch," "you can't do it without formal training," and "she's inferior to AI." She pretends not to care, but she's incredibly upset inside.

Third, and most annoyingly, Ding Heng suddenly said out of the blue, "You're so pretty," and then nothing more.

Long He became increasingly conflicted as he thought about it, and tried to comfort himself.

It's perfectly normal for a brother to compliment you on your looks, isn't it?

Is it normal?

Longhe couldn't let go.

She shut down her computer, picked up her phone, and called Ding Heng via voice message, but Ding Heng immediately rejected the call.

Longhe immediately became extremely vigilant.

Although it was 2 a.m., Longhe knew Ding Heng's routine; a man could never be asleep.

In addition, this was the first time Ding Heng had hung up on her the moment he called!

[Sister Long is a dragon, not a milk dragon]: Are you busy?

About five minutes later, Ding Heng called back.

Longhe answered the call almost reflexively, holding the phone to his ear. Before he could even speak, a voice came from the other end.

"Hello? What's up?"

Ding Heng lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

Long He frowned: "What are you doing? Why didn't you answer the phone? I was so worried about you so late at night!"

"Something came up, so I'm not available."

"Inconvenient? What's inconvenient?"

"It's a personal matter."

"Personal matters? What personal matters have you been so reluctant to answer my calls?"

Long He's tone grew increasingly urgent as he spoke, while Ding Heng chuckled softly on the other end.

"Why are you so concerned about me, brother?"

"Who cares about you! I just... just couldn't sleep and wanted to talk to someone! At this hour, you're the only one still awake!"

"Oh……"

Ding Heng dragged out his words, his tone sullen and dismissive.

Longhe gripped his phone tightly, wishing he could punch him through the screen.

Just as I was about to ask further questions, I could vaguely hear a woman's voice coming from the other end of the receiver.

"I've already changed my clothes, how much longer do you need?"

Upon hearing the sound, Long He felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

woman!

Ding Heng has a woman in his life.

Changing clothes in the middle of the night?

Before Longhe could even speak, the call was disconnected.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

She held her phone, frozen in place.

It's 2 a.m.

What are they doing?

Not right.

My brother has only been in college for a month.

Something's very wrong!

…………

A residential community in the eastern part of the city.

Lin Man and Hua Qing share an apartment, and the living room has been converted into a makeshift photography studio.

Background cloth, fill light, reflector—Ding Heng brought all his belongings with him.

Hua Qing stood in front of the backdrop, dressed in a finely crafted Song Dynasty Hanfu, exuding a cool and noble air.

Ding Heng raised his camera and half-squatted on the ground to find the right angle.

"Okay, stay in this position, don't move."

The shutter clicked away.