Since Luan Feng is not allowed to do serious things, he can only talk about serious things.

"Okay, let's not talk about your illness, let's talk about clothes, I have drawn the appearance of the clothes, and I have probably drawn more than a dozen styles even the pants. ”

"So fast!" Luan Feng exclaimed.

In the afternoon, Wan Feng left her house for just over an hour until it got dark, and this guy had drawn more than a dozen styles.

"You're not going to draw your nose and mouth, are you?"

"Almost, I'm not a professional painter, I just draw the general meaning you can understand, as for the specific decomposition and cutting still depends on you, tomorrow morning when I go to the lonely mountain to send to your house, you select some for processing, those fabrics you selectively use, it is best not to step on an inch, one is hard-won and the other reason is to reduce costs, the lower the cost to create the greatest profit. ”

"I've checked all the fabrics, and they're all good except for the bad color, and I'm sure they'll be used every piece of cloth that won't be bad. ”

"In a few days, the autumn will begin, don't do the summer clothes, do the autumn and winter, now you can't sell it can be backlogged, there will be a market in winter, but unfortunately you can't get rayon, if you can get rayon, you can process some two cotton cotton jackets, sell to the people in the city will make a lot of money. ”

"Your head is really different from others, why do you have so many ideas and can still realize them, you really have the possibility of being a monster. ”

"Youkai can eat people, so are you afraid?"

Luan Feng leaned his head on Wan Feng's shoulder: "I'm not afraid." ”

Wan Feng's hand around Luan Feng's waist pinched her waist.

"Actually, I'm the same as everyone else, but when others are farting and chatting or drinking and gambling for money, I'm thinking about how to make money, that's what it looks like. ”

"But why can't I think of it?"

"That's because your head is full of mush. ”

"Nonsense!"

Before they knew it, the two of them had already walked to the door of Luan Feng's house.

"Okay, we all have something to do tomorrow, let's go home and sleep. ”

Luan Feng leaned on Wan Feng and rubbed without the intention of going home, which was completely a manifestation of adultery.

Wan Feng patted Luan Feng on the buttocks: "Let's go, do you want to stand here until tomorrow." ”

"Kiss me. Luan Feng's voice was very small.

"Didn't you kiss just now?" Wan Feng deliberately teased her.

"That's not counted, it's not good. ”

Wan Feng took Luan Feng to his chest and lightly touched Luan Feng's lips.

"You're perfunctory, no, kiss again. After saying that, Luan Feng's two arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, Wan Feng wanted to do a little perfunctory, but Luan Feng didn't have this idea.

Luan Feng's kiss is very jerky and domineering, it is more accurate to say that it is a kiss than a bite.

"Where do you want to kiss, you are here to take revenge! gnaw on pig's trotters!" Wan Feng shook off Luan Feng, and his mouth was bitten.

Luan Feng giggled: "Tell you to bully me again, see if you dare in the future, I'll go." ”

Turning around, Nana disappeared into the night.

…

Today is July 29th, the eighteenth day of the lunar calendar, and today is still the Lonely Mountain Market, Wan Feng is going to Lonely Mountain to exchange the villain book for Xiao Jun.

Although Wan Feng no longer looks down on the income of the villain's book for eight cents a day, it is still very tempting for Xiao Jun.

In the morning, Wan Feng sent the bundle of white paper with the appearance of clothes to Luan Feng's house.

Luan Feng got up early, her mental state was very good, her face was ruddy and her eyebrows were full of affection, it was obvious that she had a good dream last night.

But after seeing Wan Feng's face, he let out an exclamation: "Why are your face and your eyes blue?"

After speaking, he pulled Wan Feng and went to the mirror.

Someone in the mirror has turned into a panda in his left eye, and there is a patch of blue in the corner of his right mouth.

No wonder Zhu Ping looked at him this morning and smiled.

"This must have been bitten by you last night. Wan Feng pointed to the corners of his mouth and said.

Luan Feng laughed and slapped his fist twice on Wan Feng's body: "If you don't let me go, if I rushed up last night, maybe you won't be beaten." ”

"! Maybe I'll be beaten even worse if you rush up! Forget it, isn't it just ugly, it doesn't look good anyway. ”

"Whoever said that, you look best in my eyes. ”

"I'm not ashamed, I've got the clothes drawings. ”

Luan Feng couldn't wait to open the drawing paper sent by Wan Feng.

"Wow, wow, wow!" As soon as the drawing paper was unfolded, Luan Feng let out three exclamations in a row.

What's wrong with this!

"It turns out that there are so many styles of clothes, you can still do this, Mom, have you ever seen such clothes?"

Luan Feng called her mother in to visit Wan Feng's sketch of clothes.

Luan Feng's face was extremely ruddy due to excitement, like a ripe apple, if it weren't for her mother being next to her, Wan Feng would have wanted to take two bites.

Luan Feng's mother also expressed her amazement at these strange-shaped clothes, which she had never seen before.

"Hey, isn't this waist-cinching dress too thin, and if this woman wears it, will others point to her backbone?" Luan Feng said, pointing to a dress with a thin waist.

"It's for summer, this year it's just for reference and I didn't let you do it, these are summer clothes, you just have to take a look, maybe you can enter the market next summer." ”

"What's this style of clothing called?" Luan Feng asked, pointing to a piece of clothing with several pockets hanging on the outside.

"Jackets, cloth jackets. ”

"You must look good on this, wait for me to make you one. ”

"I'll dress myself, but not now, don't worry about me for the time being, I won't be with you if I have something to do. ”

He's still a little kid, no matter how good-looking he is, he's still a kid, and he's useless.

Look at the time, Wan Feng said hello to Luan Feng's mother and daughter, walked out of Luan Feng's house, and drove to Lonely Mountain.

As the only farmers' market within a radius of 50 miles, every market is crowded with people.

Xiao Jun now has a fixed location in the bazaar, and Wan Feng went directly to the place where Xiao Jun rented out his books in the usual bazaar.

But to Wan Feng's surprise, Xiao Jun was not here, his place was occupied by a farmer selling fruits.

Could this thing be sick?

In addition to getting sick, Wan Feng couldn't think of a reason why Xiao Jun didn't go out of the stall on the day of the market.

Wan Feng came to Xiao Jun's house, and unexpectedly saw Xiao Jun sitting on the sand pile at the door, surrounded by six or seven children, all of whom seemed to be murderous.

Where does this look like a little sick?

Seeing Wan Feng coming, those children stood up and were respectful.

"Xiao Jun, what's going on?"

Xiao Jun saw Wan Feng flute for a moment, and then told a story like this, like this.