Luan Feng stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, but he didn't play with it.

If she went to the side, she wouldn't be Luan Feng, and she would help more and more.

Jiang Min was already lying on the sewing machine, his body twitching, looking like he was going to do something.

Under Luan Feng's busy work, it took five minutes to finally put on this dress.

I can sew a pair of pants in five minutes of paralysis.

Wan Feng seriously suspected that Luan Feng was rubbing oil by wearing clothes.

As soon as the clothes were put on, Luan Feng was gone, and Jiang Min stopped smiling.

Wan Feng is now nearly one and a half meters tall, which is not tall.

It stands to reason that a man of this height will not look good in any clothes.

But Wan Feng's shoulders are wide enough to hold up the clothes, this clothes are tailor-made for him, and they are not fat, but have the appearance of a tight jacket, so he put on it and turned into a bit of a beautiful young man.

Luan Feng's eyes didn't blink, and he looked at Wan Feng blankly.

Wan Feng was afraid that her saliva would flow out, so he quickly stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her a few times.

He knew that they were behaving like this mainly because of the impact of this strange dress they had never seen before, and it didn't have much to do with him.

"Wow! I didn't expect this to have such an effect when I wore the clothes on my body, it was so beautiful. Luan Feng, who came to his senses, jumped to his feet and cheered.

"I think it's nice too. Jiang Min also praised from the bottom of his heart.

It always feels very awkward for men to be described as good-looking.

"Remember to describe a man with handsome! You can't use good-looking, good-looking and beautiful are to describe women. ”

Jiang Min also ran out from behind the sewing machine and circled around Wan Feng with Luan Feng, while making sentences with half-baked handsome characters.

"It's a mess, it's decayed. ”

Wan Feng was so angry that Luan Feng could pronounce the handsome word Luan Feng, her Chinese teacher must have taught music or physical education.

When the two women had seen enough, Wan Feng took off his jacket.

"Actually, this dress looks good for women to wear, it can bring a kind of wild beauty, but Jiang Min is not suitable for wearing Luan Feng. ”

Luan Feng could stretch out his wings when he heard it: "I'll try, I'll try." ”

The premise of a woman wearing a jacket is that she must have a tall figure to wear the charm, if a woman with a short figure is still far away from the jacket, she will not suffer at all, unless it is the kind of tight jacket, otherwise she must wear it as an altar.

Fortunately, Luan Feng has such a figure, but Luan Feng can't bear to see it as soon as he puts on Wan Feng, he is wild in his own right, and this jacket adds a bit of wildness out of thin air.

"I'll try it too. ”

Jiang Min finally couldn't bear it anymore, and also put it on and took a turn.

It's no wonder that as soon as the clothes arrived on her, they immediately changed into a different look, with both a bit of everyone's beautiful temperament and a bit of the willfulness of a young girl.

If Luan Feng is a tomboy when she wears it, Jiang Min becomes a slightly willful lady when she wears it.

Wan Feng also saw a bit of the demeanor of an international supermodel from Jiang Min?

Could it be that this product is a natural model?

That's not the right time, it will be a few years before the model thing appears, and she will probably be in her twenties by then, which doesn't seem to be too late.

"Sister Min also looks good in dress. Luan Feng slapped on the side.

"It's just that there is a bit of a problem with this dress, the left and right front widths are generally large, how to order this button, can you wear it with your arms open?" Jiang Min said to himself as he stretched out the two plackets.

"Jackets aren't buttoned in the sky, they're zipped, and you'll know when I come back tomorrow when I go to the store and buy some zippers and nail them on." ”

Jacket nail buttons, isn't this an international joke.

Luan Feng and Jiang Min glanced at each other, they were both making clothes, of course they knew about zippers.

"You will buy it tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow when you go to my sister's house, you will wear this out, and you will be guaranteed to decline all the way. ”

"Handsome! not decayed!" Wan Feng roared.

Can this be over?

"Aren't they all the same?"

"Handsome is four sounds, decay is a sound, how can it be the same, follow me, decay, handsome... You still say I'm good-looking. ”

It is incorrigible, and the children cannot be taught.

Wan Feng snorted and went out to take out a broken bag from the bicycle shelf, carried it to the house, and took out three charcoal irons from it.

The iron is poured out of cast iron inverted molds.

What Wan Feng didn't expect was that Xiao Dexiang and the others actually poured out three ingot-shaped irons, and there was a half-foot-long handle at one end of the ingot, and the bottom seemed to be planed out with a planer and was very smooth.

Wan Feng smiled, Gushan Machinery Factory is quite interesting, and the ten yuan is not a loss at all.

"Where did it come from?" Luan Feng and Jiang Min were very surprised, each holding a large ingot, which was much stronger than putting charcoal on the small shovel they used.

"I picked it up by the river. ”

"Nonsense!"

"It's good this time, save the ironing of clothes and change the fire for a while. ”

The biggest disadvantage of the charcoal iron is that the heat can not be gathered at the bottom, so it is necessary to change the fire frequently, Luan Feng originally used the small shovel-shaped thing is the oldest thing, because the area is small, there is less fire on it, sometimes a piece of clothing is not ironed after the heat is not good.

This time, there are lids on these three ingots irons, so the heat won't be lost too quickly.

When two girls who didn't know the team walked into Luan Feng's room, Wan Feng realized that it was going to be dark outside.

…

In the summer of '80, the countryside was really boring without movies, there were no televisions, no computers, no mobile phones, and everything in every family was silent and boring except for the radio box hanging under the ceiling of the house to make some sound.

It's as simple and pure as a black and white world without color.

Elderly people can squat on the kang and smoke cigarette pouches while listening to the radio box overhead, listening to the news, radio dramas, songs released on records, and various brigade announcements of different lengths.

Just like my grandfather who finished dinner at this time.

In Wan Feng's eyes, this is a black and white photo, distant, quaint, and nostalgic, but more touching.

Wan Feng lay on the beach and looked at the starry sky, with microwaves rippling in his heart.

Although I am in this world now, I always feel disconnected from this world.

He is like a photographer who takes black and white photographs, looking at the scenery in the lens, both real and unreal.

In the depths of his memory, some relatives and friends from the previous life came to mind one by one, like black and white pictures walking in front of his eyes, some made him smile, some made him hate, and some made him cry.

Until the shadow of a woman emerges.

This medium-looking woman is Wan Feng's wife in the previous life, a woman with a strong backbone, and a woman who has to run to the dark as long as she recognizes a path.

A woman who Wan Feng has lived with her for more than 20 years, but she can't say that she has much affection.

Although this woman is not bad-hearted and is very good to Wan Feng's parents and there is no mess, Wan Feng doesn't want to have anything to do with her in this life.

A woman who never listens to a man, and a woman who insists on going her own way has nothing to be nostalgic for.

The woman's photo floated past Wan Feng's eyes, and another photo slowly emerged.

This is a five or six-year-old child walking with an apple in his hand and crying...