Wen Xi took a detour to the front yard, Jiao's mother sat in front of the tea table and brewed fragrant green tea, and a master with a soft ruler stood in front of Cai Rong and Xingyao in front of the clothing models to discuss something.

"Hee-hee is coming, first take a sip of tea to moisten your throat. Wen Xi just turned the corner and came out, and Jiao's mother had already seen him.

"Grandma Jiao is good, master is good. Wen Xi sat obediently on the edge of the tea table, took the green tea handed over by Fu's mother at the right temperature, drank most of the cup in small sips, and then was taken into the fitting room by the master.

"The skin is a little darker, and it looks more masculine, but it looks a bit like a reader during the Republic of China. The old master stretched out his hand to arrange Wen Xi's collar, the situation was turbulent during the Republic of China, and the reader was not blindly weak and couldn't help but read dead books, Wen Xi looked in this suit in line with the time period when the tunic appeared.

"Then there's no need to put on foundation. Xingyao was more satisfied with Wen Xi's appearance, he looked at the dark and thin Wen Xi in the live broadcast, and thought that Wen Xi had to at least put a few layers of powder on it.

"What's the black spot for a child? Besides, what kind of powder do men rub? Girl, next time you don't come to me alone. The old master was very unhappy when he heard this, which of the artists who came to Jiaoyuan dared to put on makeup and come in? Xingyao was good, he actually dared to let Wenxi put on makeup? Hehe, where is the cool going!

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant! Hey, Xixi has to attend a charity gala at night......" Xingyao hurriedly explained, he didn't want to offend Jiao Yuan's master!

"Are you going to let him run around in this suit? Why do you still let me take out the clothes at the bottom of the box? Teasing me?" the old master blew his beard and glared at Xingyao, but when he turned his head to look at Wen Xi, he was very kind.

"I didn't want to change my clothes. Xingyao muttered quietly, the commendation conference was held from twelve o'clock at noon to four o'clock, but the charity party started at half past four, and Wen Xi didn't even have time to change his appearance, so he was in a hurry just to hurry.

"Also, it's a pity that such good clothes and outfits only go to the Great Hall to show off, those students don't know the goods, and we have to see how many really knowledgeable people in the fashion circle can recognize them. You wear these glasses to me first, the glasses that Lao Hua wants to give you are similar to the style here, but his is made of brass, which is considered an antique. At that time, when the No. 1 chief gave the pair of glasses to Lao Hua, his face was black, hahaha!" Uncle Hua mysteriously didn't tell Wen Xi, but he didn't expect to be revealed by the master in a blink of an eye.

Xingyao's heart and liver skipped a beat when he heard the No. 1 chief, such precious glasses Uncle Hua actually wanted to give Wen Xi to participate in the commendation meeting of the big martial arts competition, should he hurry up and buy an insurance for the glasses?

"Then I'll wear it for a while!" Wen Xi looked at himself in the mirror who was polite but imposing, and his military posture could really carve the shape of an artist, and he looked taller than before.

"Okay, I'll take the cuffs and trouser legs a little bit here, and if I grow taller in the second half of the year, I can still wear it if I put it out and re-iron." Of course, the premise is that you don't gain weight, but don't worry, boys are only thin when they smoke strips, don't learn from those female artists on a diet. The master carefully noted down the length of Wen Xi's hands and feet, looked at the empty trouser legs, and measured the leg circumference before pushing Wen Xi out to show Jiao's mother and Fu's mother.

"Yes, come here!" Jiao's mother put on her reading glasses and looked at it for a while, then took out a flannel box from the small drawer of the tea table and beckoned to Wen Xi.

"This is the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Republic, the commemorative edition that the country sent to Grandpa Jiao, there is nothing outside, don't put it on the collar just right. "Jiao's mother put on the collar button for Wen Xi steadily, which is very suitable, and it is much more energetic than the old man wearing it.

"Master, this is too precious. Mother Fu stood up at a loss, every time Wen Xi has any achievements, Jiao's mother and her family will always be rewarded, and the awards are all particularly memorable!

"What's valuable? We don't have any children, and after a hundred years, these things can only be kept in the museum, so it's better to give them to Xixi. Jiao's mother sat down with Fu's mother, are dead things more valuable than living people? The collar buckle is used to wear it on the collar, so what is it to put it there?

"Thank you, Mom Jiao, I will continue to work hard. Wen Xi saluted Jiao's mother seriously, turned around and went back to try on clothes.

"Yo, this thing is for you? Yes, I think when my son got married, I wanted to borrow it from the old chief, and he said that I was ruined, and you wore it just right. Let's match this outfit like this, don't wear anything else, drop the grade. There is a century-old handmade leather shoe shop at the foot of Yanshan, the quality is OK, if you don't choose good leather shoes, you can go to him, report my name without queuing. After the master finished speaking, he helped Wen Xi take off the collar button and began to change into the next set of clothes.

The master is right, this set of clothes is really the clothes at the bottom of the Jiaoyuan box, densely embroidered, layer upon layer from dark to light, a whole set of Confucian clothes hanging on the model looks super fairy, Wen Xi put it on one by one, and his face was lined with moon-white satin.

"My hair is a little shorter, so I have to comb my sideburns and wear a hat. The old master looked left and right, and still gave up the idea of putting a Confucian hat on Wenxi. Wen Xi's hair is very short now, and he can't comb it without hair wax, the master is not a stylist, and Jiao Yuan doesn't have those tools, otherwise a bunch of broken hair of different lengths will be exposed under the Confucian hat.

"Okay. Wen Xi nodded, stood in front of the mirror and waved his sleeves, very elegant and fairy, and the aura of the whole person became noble and cold, without a trace of fireworks.

"Xixi threw down his sleeves again, and I took a video and sent it to the national teacher. The light here is not bright enough, let's go out and shoot. Xingyao's eyes lit up, and he helped Wen Xi to walk out slowly.

Wen Xi is now wearing board shoes, almost no height, and the long Confucian shirt is easy to step on when dragged on the ground, and Wen Xi can only walk around with small steps.

"Wen Xi, what size shoes do you wear? The shoes I wear here are size 42, you may not be able to wear them. The last time the director borrowed clothes from me, I said that I don't know if he went to Ruifuxiang to order another pair for you. "The shoes that match the clothes are placed at the bottom of the box, it's not that the master is reluctant to wear them for Wenxi, but the size is not suitable!

"I'm wearing size 38 shoes right now, which is a little bit of a squeeze. Wen Xi suddenly stood on tiptoe and walked, Xingyao let go of his hand and began to shoot, only to see Wen Xi slowly walking to the tea table as cold as a fairy, lifting his Confucian shirt and slowly sitting on the square stool, and when he sat down, the hem of his clothes fluttered up and down, just in a perfect arc.

Then Wen Xi held the teacup in his right hand, and twisted the sleeve of his left hand to bring the tea to his mouth and took a sip, this picture is simply not too beautiful!