Half an hour later, Shen Jiannian was almost half-dragged from the bed by Fu Jichen.

She pulled out a set of clothes from her suitcase and changed them, sat in front of the dresser, and looked at herself in the mirror, worrying, unable to see anyone with the wound on her neck.

Seeing her concerns, Fu Jichen took out a scarf from the suitcase she hadn't had time to organize: "If you don't want to be seen, cover it with a scarf." ”

As she spoke, Fu Jichen came behind her and loosely wrapped the scarf around her neck.

The soft white cashmere scarf lined Shen Jiannian's skin as white as snow, his long black hair fell down, spread all over his back, and only a little dry rose-colored lipstick was applied on his lips to improve his complexion.

Fu Jichen took her hand and got out of the elevator and went to the living room on the first floor.

"It's cold at night, are you sure you don't have to wear a down jacket?" He said.

"Just have a meal, it should be fine indoors."

Shen Jianian wore a camel-colored coat, put his other hand in his pocket, and the scarf blocked the small half of his face, showing that his eyebrows and eyes were clear and smart.

In the living room, Cheng Jin saw this picture and greeted him with a slight smile: "Mr. and ...... Miss Shen is going out? She hadn't gotten used to the presence of Shen Jiannian at home, so she paused when she spoke.

Fu Jichen said casually: "You don't need to cook our dinner." ”

"Okay."

Cheng Jin sent them to the door.

didn't call the driver over, Fu Jichen drove in person, sat in the cab, took out his mobile phone to contact Fu Feibai, and asked him for the address of the restaurant.

While he was on the phone, Shen Jianian fastened his seat belt and turned his head to look out the window.

The villa area is empty and silent, and the sound of the wind blowing the branches of the trees is particularly clear.

The engine of the car started and slowly drove out of the villa gate.

The destination is in the winding alley, and the navigation prompts that the road ahead cannot be turned around, so Fu Jichen slowed down and found a place to park on the side of the auxiliary road at the entrance of the alley.

Shen Jianian pushed the car door and got out of the car first, his feet fell to the ground, and he lost the air conditioner and warm air, and immediately appreciated how bad the temperature was at night in Beicheng.

The air I breathed was cold and bitter, cold from my nose all the way to my lungs.

It's been a long time since I've felt this feeling.

Shen Jiannian tightened his open coat, and raised his eyes to see a small shop opening on the left side of the alley.

There is a white wooden plaque on the door, and the words written in vermilion lacquer are blurred after years of wind and rain. A window facing the street is lit up with warm yellow lights, and you can see various styles of cheongsam ready-to-wear hanging in the shop, and there are also rows of fabrics of different colors for customers to choose from.

It's not hard to see that this is an old-fashioned handmade cheongsam shop.

"Interested?" Fu Jichen locked the car, walked around from the front of the car, saw her staring at the shop at the entrance of the alley, and proposed, "I see that the store is still open, go in and have a look." ”

Shen Jianian just looked casually, retracted his gaze, shook his head and said, "No", but Fu Jichen pulled her over, opened the heavy door curtain with one hand and entered inside.

Behind the counter, there is a master with gray temples and black round glasses, a bit like a teacher in the Republic of China. The master raised his finger and wiped the spit on his mouth, turned over a page of bills, lowered his head and calculated something, not noticing that there were customers in the store.

"Dad, someone's coming."

On the carpet next to the wooden coffee table sat a girl, not very old, about seventeen or eighteen years old, eating a bowl of sesame sauce that had been packed. The tablet is propped up in front of him, and a talk show is playing, and funny sound effects are heard from time to time.

The master behind the counter didn't respond.

The little girl double-clicked on the screen with her fingertips to pause the show, and shouted at the top of her voice: "Old man, why are you so back in your ears before you reach fifty!" There are customers coming! ”

The old master raised his head from the ledger, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and came out from behind the counter: "What do you two need, buy a cheongsam or come to pick up the goods?" ”

Shen Jiannian's gaze swept over the cheongsam hanging on the wall one by one.

Fu Jichen asked her, "Do you have anything you like?" ”

Before Shen Jiannian finished reading, he heard him ask the boss: "Do you have any good-looking materials?" Customize a set. ”

"Yes." The old master saw that the two of them looked extraordinary and magnanimous, and led them to a ranking of expensive materials, "Do you want to make summer or winter?" ”

"It's the season to wear it."

"These are all of them." The old master pointed to the pile of fabrics in front of this row, "Look at what color you like and what style you want to make." ”

Fu Jichen picked it up, pulled out a piece of white jacquard satin material from it, and brought it to Shen Jiannian for comparison.

Shen Jianian looked at the man's careful selection and comparison, and said uncomfortably: "Forget it, I haven't worn a cheongsam." ”

"Just give it a try." Fu Jichen looked at her from the bottom up, and his gaze finally fixed on her pair of watery eyes, "Do you want this piece of material?" ”

The color of jade and snow is quite flattering to her.

After eating the takeaway, the little girl wiped her mouth and came over to help her father greet the guests: "The young lady is super suitable for this white satin material, and now I may not be able to see it, in a bright place, the dark pattern flowers on it will look particularly exquisite, and it will be white moonlight when you wear it!" When the time comes, let my dad give you a circle of white fluff on the cuffs and hem, and a short waistcoat, I can't imagine how beautiful it will be. ”

After the little girl finished describing it vividly, she pointed to a ready-to-wear cheongsam on the display shelf and showed it to Shen Jianian: "Like this, it looks very good when worn together!" ”

On the mannequin is a lilac cheongsam with a white vest, and the edges of the cheongsam and vest are sewn with a circle of short fluff, revealing a touch of agility and playfulness in the dignified and quiet.

Shen Jianian didn't have a particularly strong desire to buy, and was a little moved by the little girl's words.

"Trouble my sister to take off her coat, I'll help you measure the data." The little girl had a positive and enthusiastic attitude, ran to the counter, opened the drawer and turned out a tape measure, "You came at the right time, the list in the front row is almost finished, the construction period will not be very long, let my father rush to work, and it will be shipped in about half a month." ”

Shen Jianian took off his coat and was about to find a place to put it, when Fu Jichen took it and hung it on his forearm.

Shen Jianian wore a tight-fitting wool undershirt inside, and the little girl opened the tape measure to measure her shoulder width, arm length, chest circumference, waist circumference and other data in turn.

The soft leather ruler circled Shen Jianian's slender waist, and the little girl's apricot eyes widened, and she muttered in surprise: "57, my mother, is smaller than my head circumference." ”

Shen Jianian was amused.

Fu Jichen leaned on the edge of the counter, his elbows on the countertop, his eyes fixed on her small waist, which was indeed too thin, and he was afraid of breaking with a little force.

Shen Jianian raised his eyes, and unexpectedly came into contact with Fu Jichen's gaze, he shrugged his eyebrows, the meaning in his eyes was slightly light, and he thought that he had something not very serious in his mind.

Shen Jiannian staggered his gaze and glanced away.

"Alright." The little girl wrote down the data one by one and handed it to her father to make a bill.

The old master opened a ticket and handed it to Fu Jichen: "I'll take it in half a month." If it is inconvenient, you leave an address, and I will send it to your home by courier after it is done. ”

Fu Jichen took out the wallet from his pocket, paid the money, and said, "I'll have someone come and pick it up when I arrive." ”

"Okay."

The master smiled and sent them to the door, saying that he would welcome them next time.

The little girl poked half of her head out of the curtain, watched them go away, and couldn't help but sigh: "That sister is really good-looking and has a good figure, I think those female stars in the entertainment industry can't compare to her, the key is that her husband is handsome and considerate!" When will God open his eyes and look at me, and give me a handsome guy. ”

The little girl folded her hands and prayed into the dark night, and the next second, her father picked up a wooden ruler on the sewing table and knocked it on her head: "How old are you to think about this, study hard is serious!" Is the homework done? I'm going to take the college entrance examination in the second half of the year......"

"Don't read it, don't read it, the child knows it's wrong."

The little girl covered her head and begged for mercy, sat down on the sofa, picked up a book and began to read it in a fake way.

*

In the alley, several street lamps are hung above the courtyard wall, and the light is like a duck's egg yolk, dim and faint.

"Watch your step." Fu Jichen reminded while taking Shen Jiannian into the depths.

Almost came to the end, and finally found the private restaurant that Fu Feibai said.

Fu Jichen pushed open the wooden door, and there was a creak, and there was a long courtyard inside, paved with checkered green bricks.

A black figure greeted him, wearing a pair of wide sunglasses on the big night.

"Brother Jinghui said that this place is too hidden, you will definitely not find it, you have to let me come out to pick it up, didn't you find it? He sits firmly, like a second master, he will send me, and he is not afraid that I will be photographed by the paparazzi......"

Fu Feibai's chattering stopped abruptly because he found that his eldest brother, who had a rather cold temperament, was holding a young and beautiful girl.

It's a marvelous painting.