On a hot morning, the sun is shining.

The cicadas chirp on the branches, making noise hard.

As the county seat of Panyu, the reform and opening up has injected a steady stream of vitality here, and you can see wide banners everywhere when you walk on the streets---

"Take economic construction as the center, and unswervingly persist in reform and opening up!"

"Be a newcomer and contribute to the realization of four modernizations!"

"The prosperity of the motherland requires us to add bricks and bricks!"

At this moment, Changjiang Road, near the "Laurel Suit Shop---

On the side of the road, a cleaner in a yellow vest pushed a tricycle and was sweating profusely to sweep the roadside watermelon peels and other garbage into the ash hopper.

In this sultry weather, for him, it doesn't matter to him whether he is reformed or not, whether he is open or not, those who hit the streets, decay, and rotten people throw less watermelon peels is the right thing.

Thinking of this, Uncle Ae, a cleaner who had no pursuit, looked angrily at Qi Wanda, who was squatting under the banyan tree not far away, holding a half-pulled watermelon and munching wildly.

This fat man is happy to gnaw on watermelon, and the speed is also fast, after gnawing a piece, he loses the skin, and continues to gnaw, his mouth suddenly spits watermelon seeds, looking like a machine gun that never stops, and the whole person does not have the high quality that Hong Kong compatriots should have in this era.

Song Zhichao also took a piece of watermelon, but he was not as scoreless as Qi Wanda. He hooked his suit jacket with one hand, put it behind his shoulder, held half a slice of watermelon in one hand, and bit it gently, eating very gently, very relaxed, and his eyes looked at the "laurel suit shop" next to the banyan tree from time to time, waiting for the store to open.

Finally, in the distance, a rickety old man, wearing a short sweatshirt and carrying a bottle of Wujiapi, was walking slowly towards this side.

Qi Wanda stood up suddenly, glared at him and said, "Here, I guess this is the Master Luo you said." As he spoke, he threw away the unfinished watermelon in his hand, then picked up his clothes and wiped his mouth, and said to Song Zhichao: "You said that he has the best craftsmanship, and even if I am a fat guy in a suit made by him, I can become a beautiful boy, so I came here with you--- don't lie to me." After speaking, Qi Wanda patted his ass and walked over.

Song Zhichao didn't follow directly, but grabbed a suit jacket, bent down and picked up those watermelon skins one by one, Qi Wanda looked back and muttered: "Do it, do the right thing first!"

Song Zhichao ignored him, but copied the watermelon skins, carried them to the cleaner's tricycle, threw them directly into the car, and then smiled at the cleaner's uncle, without saying anything.

Uncle Cleaner took a broom and looked at him, his originally angry gaze dimmed.

......

A man depends on his clothes, and a horse on a saddle;

Respect the clothes first, then the people.

For Song Zhichao, if you want to successfully package a Hong Kong person in this era, you must work hard.

Like Qi Wanda, although he is a Hong Kong person, he is a loser among Hong Kong people.

Even for the sake of being a thousand, there is no one left, so Song Zhichao has to wrap him in clothes first, and the first thing he thought of was this "laurel suit store" that he visited last time.

......

"You're not a garbage guy, and you won't be given an honorary citizen certificate when you pick up watermelon rinds. ”

"He's different, of course it's his duty to clean, and your government pays him a salary. Qi Wanda was full of words.

Song Zhichao didn't bother to pay attention to him, but looked at the old man who was walking around.

When the old man approached, Song Zhichao stepped forward very politely and asked, "I'm sorry, excuse me, may I ask if you are Master Luo?"

The rickety old man was stunned for a moment, glanced at Song Zhichao with a cloudy gaze, and immediately his eyes lit up, he knew that the dress Song Zhichao was wearing was made with the help of their laurel suit shop. To be precise, this suit was the first work he handed over to his female apprentice Baoxia, and every stitch was completed under his nose.

"Are you...... Mr. Song who made the suit?" Master Luo only knew that the surname of the person who made the suit was Song, and he was a young student, but he didn't expect to see him here today, and he looked so good.

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette and let him go, and said with a smile: "It's exactly below." Master Luo, I'm bothered, I want your help with something. ”

Master Luo took the cigarette and said with a smile: "I'm a bad old man, I don't know anything but make clothes, what can I help you." ”

Song Zhichao said: "It's just for you to help make clothes, make a few more sets, hurry up!"

Master Luo smiled even more happily, "So you are taking care of my business, I want to thank you--- let's go into the house and talk again!"

It can be said that Master Luo has a very good impression of Song Zhichao, young, beautiful, and so polite.

immediately warmly invited Song Zhichao and Qi Wanda into the store to have a detailed discussion.

There happened to be a huge laurel tree to the left in front of the Laurel suit store, with lush branches and a straight torso, and a gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves rattled.

Song Zhichao guessed that the name of the store may come from this.

I asked casually, and sure enough, Master Luo said that this laurel tree has been very old, and it is said that it was here at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, and now it is almost a hundred years old.

......

While opening the store, Master Luo said, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." I should have come to open the store a long time ago, but my health was not good, so my apprentice Baoxia took me to the nearby Tongrentang to grab medicine...... No, I just came back and met you. After saying this, Master Luo couldn't help coughing twice.

Song Zhichao asked him how he was doing with concern.

Master Luo said again: "People are old, just like machines, old problems are always ----" and raised the "Wujiapi" in his hand, "To tell the truth, in fact, it is useless for me to take any medicine, just this Wujiapi is the best, drink a few sips, Bao Ling!"

It turned out that this master was still an out-and-out "old drunkard", and Song Zhichao couldn't help but laugh.

Later, Qi Wanda, a Hong Kong guy, said impatiently: "Didn't you say that Zhong has a female apprentice, what about her? ”

Master Luo removed the door panel of the store, put it aside, and led the two into the store, not caring about Qi Wanda's urging, and said with a smile: "Baoxia, this girl will get me medicine in the back, and she will come back later;

Song Zhichao and Qi Wanda walked into the store with Master Luo, only to see that the store was not very large, at most 20 square meters, surrounded by all kinds of plastic models, models wearing suits and cheongsams, and on the four walls of the store, there were very old and old SH star posters in the twenties and thirties, both men and women.

Song Zhichao recognized two of them, one was the female star Ruan Lingyu, and the other was the big star butterfly.

These celebrity posters are all framed, which look very well preserved, and the most noticeable thing is the suits and cheongsams they wear, which are obviously the craftsmanship of Master Luo's ancestors, which are extremely exquisite, and look like new and bright.

In addition to these more eye-catching things, what surprised Song Zhichao the most was an old-fashioned gramophone placed on the counter on the right, which was an old machine with a big horn style......

Song Zhichao tried hard to listen, but he couldn't hear the track.

At this time, Master Luo smiled and said to him: "This is "The Imperial Flower", written by Tang Disheng and sung by Ren Jianhui and Bai Xuexian. ”

Song Zhichao couldn't help but be stunned after listening to it, he knew the story of "The Emperor's Flower", which was about the early years of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, when the country was weak for many years. The opera tells the tragic love story of Princess Changping and Zhou Shixian.

As for the writer Tang Disheng, as well as the singers Ren Jianhui and Bai Xuexian, Song Zhichao knows very little about them.

At this moment, suddenly Qi Wanda next to Song Zhichao looked greedy, and couldn't wait to say: "Master Luo, your record, Zhong has these posters on the wall, do you sell it or not?"