cheongsam boy

The onset period of the new drug has not yet arrived, Song Rin still had palpitations to trembling when he woke up in the morning, and the side effects of the MRI made him lie down on the bed and only regained consciousness at noon.

Song Rin tapped his head to get rid of those messy thoughts, and after sitting next to the bed for a while, he picked up his phone to check the news.

The screen that used to be filled with various official documents is now only left with various news reports. Song Rin stared at it for a long time before recovering from the deterioration, and slid the useless news away with a tense jaw.

At the bottom is Dad's missed call. Song Rin rubbed his head and called back as he walked to the bathroom.

Noon was the beginning of a busy day in the studio. It took a long time for the communication speaker to be connected, and Dad's deep laughter came along with the crackling of the mortar.

"Hey son, where are you?"

Hearing his father's smile, Song Rin had a heart attack uncontrollably, he took a deep breath calmly, and replied with apology: "I'm sorry, Dad, I have to go to grandpa's first. I can't come."

The father on the other end of the phone let out a cry of astonishment, but he quickly reacted and coughed twice: "That's it...that's right, I didn't think about it, you should go to see your grandfather first when you come back, no Hurry up, we two father and son can make an appointment next time."

Song Rin responded, and replied, "Ming □□?"

"Okay," Dad quickly replied, "Just in time, a new box of turquoise will come into the studio tomorrow, so you can come over and pick it out. Oh yes, did you wear that thangka I sent you last time?" ?what do you think…"

Dad's chattering voice came to his ears accompanied by the buzzing sound of the humidifier. Song Rin responded with his mobile phone while picking up the dried cheongsam and went downstairs.

Song Rin bought a medium-sized loft with a hidden cubicle on the ground floor. At first glance, it looks like a utility room, but in fact it is filled with all kinds of women's clothing Song Rin bought.

I didn't chat with my father for too long, after all, the studio was busy, and I hung up hastily after hearing someone shouting on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Song Rin took out the dust bag from the compartment to cover the cheongsam, and carefully hung it in the closet.

For Song Rin, this small cubicle less than ten square meters is the only place in the world where he can get a sense of habitat.

At this time, Song Rin's eyebrows and eyes were no longer as cold and sharp as those shown by the outside world, and the irresistible softness and coquettishness climbed to the end of his eyes. He involuntarily crossed his legs and stretched out his hands to hold the various skirts in front of him. Buried his head in the plastic rustling, took a deep breath.

Because it has not been exposed to the wind for too long, the clothes have already been stained with a little oak dry glue smell.

It smelled a little suffocating, but Song Rin didn't pay much attention to it, and still buried his head in it, like an ostrich avoiding external harm.

Separated by a door, outside the door is what the world wants to see, but inside the door is a world that the world has never accepted.

Song Rin struggled between the two, and failed to find a way to survive.

"Hey, Yang Zixuan, you want to move your hand, don't keep watching."

"Just lightly, lightly, press the head, yes, hands up."

As soon as Wu Tong pushed open the store door, he heard Gu Zhuo's muffled instructions before even opening the bead curtain. He shook the shopping bag in his hand, and as soon as he entered, he saw Yang Zixuan, a kid who didn't even have a school badge. Jie just straddled Gu Zhuo's back and gave him a massage.

Seeing this scene, Wu Tong laughed angrily, put down the bag and walked over, saying, "Gu Zhuo, can you show some face and call a little milk baby to give you a massage."

"What's so embarrassing about that?" Gu Zhuo raised his finger and pointed to the tablet that was playing cartoons in front of him. "I showed him cartoons, and he gave me a massage. There was back and forth."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's sensible and powerful words, Wu Tong rolled his eyes directly, and just about to scold someone, he saw Yang Xunzi coming out of the kitchen with a pot.

Wu Tong hurriedly stepped forward and complained with a playful smile: "Xiao Xunzi, look at how your son has been squeezed by Gu Zhuo, take a good look..."

"What about the meat you bought?" Yang Xunzi ignored him and interrupted directly.

Wu Tong flinched from her gaze, and quickly picked up the bag and handed it over: "Here it is."

Yang Xunzi took the beef and mutton rolls out and arranged them one by one, then turned to look at the two lying on the sofa, and shouted, "Yang Zixuan don't look, come over to eat."

But Yang Zixuan, a kid who doesn't allow cartoons on weekdays, is addicted to seeing them, how can he be so obedient, pretending not to hear, while continuing to give Gu Zhuo a massage, he took the opportunity to take a few more glances.

Gu Zhuo, on the other hand, felt embarrassed this time, his mother yelled, but he couldn't control others, so he shrugged his shoulders twice and turned over, picked up Yang Zixuan and walked out of the house.

Although Nancheng is still hot, it's winter anyway, and Gu Zhuo's cheongsam shop is next to the ancient well in the shade of a tree, and it's cool with the draft from the afternoon, so it's the most suitable for a side stove.

A group of people poured water on the bluestone board, put the stove and dishes on the shelf with the rising coolness, and then poured a bowl of herbal tea in the Gulu soup, and it was refreshing after a few big mouthfuls.

Yang Zixuan was still young and was not used to the bitterness of herbal tea. He glanced at his mother and found that she was chatting with Gu Zhuo and didn't look in his direction, so he said to Wu Tong, "Uncle Wu, can you give me this herbal tea?" Did you drink it?"

Wu Tong also didn't like to drink when he was a child, so he understood it, and took the bowl without asking any more questions.

But just when Wu Tong's hand touched the bowl, Gu Zhuo knocked it back with a chopstick.

Gu Zhuo clicked his tongue angrily, then turned his head and said to Yang Zixuan, "It's not bitter, I cooked it with Luo Han Guo."

Having been discovered, Yang Zixuan let out a resentful groan, retracted the hand holding the bowl, and took a sip of the herbal tea inside.

After talking about the small one, and the big one, Gu Zhuo added another one to Wu Tong wickedly: "Hurry up and drink too."

The three grew up together, so they knew each other best.

Wu Tong was not used to drinking this herbal tea since he was a child, no matter how much sugar was added, he still felt bitter, but now he couldn't lose face in front of his children, so he gave Gu Zhuo a vicious look, then grabbed the bowl and took a sip.

After gaining the upper hand, Gu Zhuo was secretly happy, and he didn't care about Wu Tong turning around and continuing the conversation with Yang Xunzi just now.

The two had been doing odd jobs in Grandpa Gu Zhuo's cheongsam shop when they were young, and their ambitions hit it off when they grew up, and they jointly opened a cheongsam studio.

But it was mainly Yang Xunzi who took care of it, and Gu Zhuo was a name-drop shopkeeper.

Yang Xunzi took a sip of the hot soup and said, "There is a company that specializes in customization abroad and wants to send someone to talk to us. Do you have time tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night?" Gu Zhuo dipped his chopsticks in sauce and shook his head, "No time, my mother told me to go back for dinner."

Yang Xunzi didn't have much hope at all, so he responded, "Okay, then I'll talk to you after we finish the talk."

"Don't be so troublesome, you can decide for yourself." Gu Zhuo wiped the fog from his glasses, and waved to Yang Xunzi with his chopsticks.

Seeing Gu Zhuo's big-hearted appearance, not to mention Yang Xunzi, even Wu Tong, who has always been stunned, couldn't help frowning and preaching.

"Gu Zhuo, it's also due to doing business with Xunzi." Wu Tong couldn't laugh or cry, "If it were someone else, you might be cheated of how much money."

"So I'm not a business material." Gu Zhuo smiled indifferently, and pulled the leather rope in his hand to tie up the hair that tied his neck.

Hearing his self-deprecating words, Wu Tong and Yang Xunzi looked at each other tacitly, and then in the losing confrontation, Wu Tong coughed lightly and asked tentatively: "Your old man, are you still fighting?" Let you go back and inherit the company's idea?"

"I don't know, there should be none," Gu Zhuo said in the mist covering his glasses, "What can I do when I go back, and ruin the company?"

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's better to say goodbye."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's tone, the two people sitting on both sides raised their eyes at the same time and looked at each other, and they both saw the worry that couldn't be hidden in each other's eyes.

Yang Xunzi frowned, and just opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Wu Tong's raised voice.

Wu Tong winked at Yang Xunzi, coughed and asked, "Hey, Gu Zhuo, I see why the cheongsam you've been putting in front of the store has disappeared, is it for sale?"

Following Wu Tong's shout, the eyes of the people on the table were drawn to the entrance of the cheongsam shop.

Looking at the vacant piece, even Yang Xunzi, who has always been calm and calm, couldn't help being a little surprised, and then asked: "Yes, where is that cheongsam?"

Different from the surprise of the two, Gu Zhuo took a spoonful of offal with a calm expression, and said, "It's sold."

"It's really sold." Hearing Gu Zhuo say this, Wu Tong's eyes immediately lit up with excited gossip, "Who did you sell it to? Didn't you say that the cheongsam is not for sale? For vulgar people, which beauty can match the elegance in your heart?"

Gu Zhuo hadn't been in this business for a long time, so he was proud and arrogant. In addition, the orderer was not good at talking, and disputes arose over and over again. Gu Zhuo was so angry that he directly refunded the deposit and made insinuations. This cheongsam will not be sold to vulgar people.

I don't know if God sincerely wants to teach Gu Zhuo a lesson. Since then, this cheongsam has been kept in Gu Zhuo's shop for several years without being sold, and in the end it was just a joke.

I thought it was going to be sold at the bottom of the box, but it was suddenly sold at this moment, how could it not surprise people.

Not to mention Wu Tong, Yang Xunzi, and the others, even Gu Zhuo himself, recalling the scene of that day at this moment, has all kinds of emotions surging in his heart.

There is surprise, there is joy...but more is a sense of belonging that is recognized.

Gu Zhuo blew on the herbal tea in the bowl, and the scent of grass and trees from the ripples evoked Song Rin's face. He took a sip with a light smile, and replied with the fragrance on his lips and teeth.

"Not a beauty, but an interesting son."

4. Bottle Qin