Seeing off the last guest, Zhao Xiaoshuang closed the door.

In the shop, Zhao Sanjian was still busy tailoring. He had his head bowed, a tape measure on his shoulder, a faded sleeve on his wrist, and a pair of newly made generous glasses on the bridge of his nose. Perennial flying needle threading, he has been used to his eyes squinting all the time, after wearing this pair of glasses, his eyes suddenly become clear, he is really a little unaccustomed.

After doing it for a while, Zhao Sanjian raised his head, and saw Zhao Xiaoshuang leaning against the door in a daze, fiddling with a button in his hand idlely, so he said: "Learning to be a tailor is a three-year apprentice, and you have to learn 'piping' and buttons of various colors, just 'piping' and buttons of various colors, you can't do it well until now, how can you get started in the future?" ”

Zhao Xiaoshuang ignored it, still playing with the buttons in his hands listlessly.

Zhao Sanjian said: "Cutting cloth and cutting materials, threading needles and threads, everything must be done with hard work!" Let's just say that the lock buttonhole seems simple, but in fact it is a test of skills! A buttonhole is a pair of human eyes. If the garment is beautifully made, but the buttonhole of the lock is not done well, then the garment has failed! ”

Zhao Xiaoshuang threw the button into the box on the case, and said casually: "Got it!" He turned around and picked up the basket from the desk, but it didn't feel right, so he put it back, picked up the iron, and prepared to iron the clothes on the case.

"You put down the iron, don't do it yet!"

Seeing Xiaoshuang's absent-minded look, Zhao Sanjian shook his head, stopped what he was doing, and said angrily.

"This job is to be done in time for tomorrow morning, and the customer will pick it up tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, don't miss me to talk to you for a little time!"

Zhao Xiaoshuang put down the iron, sat on the chair impatiently, and snorted.

"Alright! Say it! I'm listening! ”

"If we are tailors, we are craftsmen, we eat with real skills, and we earn hard money! There is an old saying that the craftsman will not die of hunger in a famine! As long as we have technology, be honest, and do our duty! Not only can you not starve to death, but you can also live a decent life! Therefore, we must be attentive to our work, we must be careful, we must not be sloppy! Don't be upset! If you don't do a good job, the customer won't recognize it! You won't make any money! Got it? ”

These words, Zhao Sanjian is already a cliché, and there is nothing new about Zhao Xiaoshuang.

Zhao Xiaoshuang scratched his scalp a few times, raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Sanjian, and said: "Yes, we are craftsmen, like you, one will not be 'ingenious', the other will not 'save work', and the fee is low, which life can we be out of the field?" ”

"Out of the way? I only know to be honest, we are tailors, why do we have to be out of the woods! Just get the job done! ”

In Zhao Xiaoshuang's eyes, Zhao Sanjian only knows how to work, and he is so honest that he is just one word "stupid". "Stupid" will be played with and bullied by others. In this world, if you are "stupid" and others are "not stupid", you will always be looked down upon by others.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaoshuang said in a sullen voice: "Ding Shujiao came to do live credit, Mrs. Wu came to do live credit, and that second master Sun has become a habit to take credit, the clothes are done, you just let him take it, and the salary will be given again, several times or three times, this is good, people's mantra is 'take it first, and then talk about it when you have money back!'" 'We get up early and work hard for a long time, we can't make money, what are we doing!' ”

These words were like a mallet hammering Zhao Sanjian's heart, and he suddenly became angry.

"You think I'm willing them to take credit? But they are on credit, so what can we do? Look at the people who come to do the work! Master, young master, wife! They want long robes and horse jackets, and short cheongsams, one inch more is too wide and too long, and one inch less is too tight and too short. It must be a good fit, we will serve them comfortably, before we can get the bounty, if we are not satisfied, not to mention the return, but also to pay for the material! Can we afford it? ”

Zhao Sanjian seemed to say that he was tired, turned around and went into the back room, and walked out slightly

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, with his favorite in his hand: a smoking gun.

Zhao Xiaoshuang stepped forward and helped him light a cigarette.

Zhao Sanjian took a few sips, picked up the small teapot on the table, poured two mouthfuls from mouth to mouth, and seemed to finally sit on the bench by the window as if he was worthy of his hard work, and commented: "Not bad, not bad, it's better to smoke!" ”

Zhao Sanjian took several large puffs of cigarette, raised his head with satisfaction, and sighed when he saw Zhao Xiaoshuang picking his fingernails listlessly on the side, the smoke in the air was turbid, he waved it lightly with his hand, and the smoke seemed to be lighter.

"No way! It's not easy to be well fed and alive! These people, who can we offend? Which one is the master, you have to serve it well! Who made us craftsmen! ”

"What's wrong with the craftsman? Should you do the work without paying? Zhao Xiaoshuang said indignantly.

"How many others haven't paid on credit?"

Zhao Xiaoshuang picked up the stitched green ledger from the wooden stool next to the case, handed it to Zhao Sanjian, and said, "Look at it yourself!" See for yourself how many there are! ”

Zhao Sanjian put the cigarette aside, took the account book, and looked through it roughly.

"Oh, that's a lot! Take it on credit! What about credit? ”

"I won't take his work again next time!"

Zhao Sanjian picked up his cigarette gun again and said in a low voice: "You hairy boy, what do you know!" Let's say it lightly! Whose work is it anymore? Those dignitaries, none of us can afford to offend! ”

"Daddy!" Zhao Xiaoshuang couldn't be angry.

"Let's get to work! Who makes us craftsmen, it is the norm to suffer losses and be angry! What's the solution? This is the fate of anger! Zhao Sanjian added.

Listening to Zhao Sanjian's helpless and cowardly words, thinking of Liu Yunsheng's arrogant expression and the words that deeply stabbed him, Zhao Xiaoshuang felt indignant.

You're just a stinky tailor! What is Peizhu's life! What kind of life are you!

Since the last time he met Liu Yunsheng outside the North Small Hall, he was humiliated, ridiculed and ridiculed, and an irrepressible nameless fire burned in his body, and this breath choked in his throat, and it was really difficult to swallow. Zhao Xiaoshuang doesn't understand, the same person, why should someone be so arrogant, and someone deserves to be angry?

Someone he likes, why can't he like it?

He longed to put his hands around his neck and tell him to die! Roll your eyes!

He was really disgusted with Liu Yunsheng's face, but he knew that if he died, he himself had to die, and he couldn't die himself, because he still loved Peizhu deeply.

It was as if he was living for her in the future!

You're nothing but a stinky tailor! What is Peizhu's life! What kind of life are you!

These words were like a stone, weighing heavily on Zhao Xiaoshuang's heart, making him suffocate, Zhao Xiaoshuang couldn't swallow this breath!

He couldn't bear it any longer, the green tendons on his forehead swelled, and the green tendons on his temples twitched slightly, almost roaring: "Suffering life? Angry life? Busy until dark every day, tired and tired, and still have to look at other people's faces? See if people are happy to give money? Do work and bow your waist, and you have to bow your waist when you see people! After bowing down all his life and doing a lifetime of work, how old can he be? ”

With the cigarette gun in his hand, Zhao Sanjian looked at Zhao Sanshuang in amazement, what's wrong with this kid today?

"It's against you? It's okay to have something to eat! What more could you do! ”

"Annoying!"

Zhao Xiaoshuang squatted down, holding his head with his arms, and stared blankly

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