Zheng Baoqiu blinked, still not quite understanding, but she seemed to regard this as a strange tacit understanding between men, so she didn't blame Chen Wengang for making her own opinion. The clerk handed over a long box with a dark ribbon tied on it, and Chen Wengang helped her hold it in his hand.

This task is over, but Zheng Baoqiu is shopping, and there is basically no such thing as going straight to the topic and going home immediately.

There's an old saying that "everything is coming", which fits her mindset in all shopping places.

Immediately afterwards, she dragged Chen Wengang and measured most of the mall with her feet.

Zheng Baoqiu held up the clothes: "Can you help me see, is it this denim lace jacket, or the satin embroidery just now?" ”

Chen Wengang looked at it carefully for a long time and said that they were all good-looking, but the style was different.

Zheng Baoqiu felt that the advice he gave was completely useless, and finally decided to have both.

Chen Wengang acted as a bag rack and followed Zheng Baoqiu to stop and go. None of the brightly lit windows could escape her eyes, and the driver escaped because he was guarding the dog in the pet center, so it was no wonder that the two brothers didn't want to accompany her.

Chen Wengang didn't mind spending time with her.

When he arrived at Zheng's house, Zheng Baoqiu was still a first-grade girl, and she pulled the little butterfly off her skirt and sent him to play with it - from then on, Chen Wengang regarded her as a sister in his heart. For so many years, he has always had a kind of generous indulgence towards Zheng Baoqiu.

For Zheng Baoqiu, there are a bunch of brothers in the family, and he is the only one who can talk to anything.

Although Zheng Yucheng treats her well, he has a delicate relationship with his mother and second brother, and it is not suitable for a deep talk; Zheng Maoxun was stunned and stunned, and he would only be angry when he talked to him.

Only Chen Wengang is restrained and calm, and all the secrets are safe with him.

As for Mu Qing...... Mu Qing forget it, Zheng Baoqiu often complains about him.

In fact, Zheng Baoqiu dislikes this cousin who is only one year older than her the most. But she only told Chen Wengang in private, and felt that the other party was too scheming, and would use her to spread the word since she was a child. When you have a grudge, you will see that the other party is not pleasing to the eye, and everything you do is wrong.

The two of them talked behind their backs while shopping, mainly Zheng Baoqiu, and Chen Wengang kept it secret for her.

Talking and cue to the object of annoyance, when it comes to Mu Qing, Zheng Baoqiu even counts the new products of the same style that he has to pick up with Chen Wengang every quarter, saying that he turned around and hit the shirt and wants to squeeze people with yin and yang.

Chen Wengang thought about it for a long time, and he didn't remember much about these Chen sesame rotten grains.

He didn't have any complaints about that alone. Every quarter, many luxury brands send new catalogues to SVIP customers for priority selection, and in all fairness, the Zheng family has not deliberately treated him badly in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. If it weren't for Zheng Bingyi to pay the bills, let alone hit the shirt, he wouldn't even have a chance to contact these luxury brands, and it would be very boring to care about it.

When walking past a men's clothing store, Zheng Baoqiu insisted on pulling Chen Wengang in.

On a whim, she said that she wanted to pick out two special shirts for him that would never collide with others, but the style of this brand - at first glance it looked like he had overturned the color palette, and Chen Wengang returned the fluorescent sweatshirt in his hand to the clerk - so special that he really couldn't wear it.

Eventually, he found what was probably the only basic white shirt in the store and asked, "Is this going to work?" ”

Zheng Baoqiu's head shook like a rattle: "No, no, of course not." It's too ordinary. ”

Chen Wengang was close to saying goodbye: "What the hell do you want to dress me up like a Christmas tree?" ”

Zheng Baoqiu's black grape-like eyes swept back and forth, froze on another silk shirt with a dragon and phoenix.

She asked Chen Wengang to try on the vulgar and elegant designer masterpiece: "If you want to try, try that!" ”

Chen Wengang laughed and laughed, and Zheng Baoqiu made trouble with him, and even coaxed and lied that the meaning of the existence of a handsome guy is to be a clothes rack.

The other two or three customers in the store were already turning their heads to watch, and the female clerk next to them also smiled:

"Sir, you have white skin, just give it a try, it's okay if you don't buy it."

In the end, Chen Wengang stretched out his hand.

Zheng Baoqiu smiled.

Before he received the clothes in Zheng Baoqiu's hand, someone in the oblique thorn handed another hanger: "Try this black one?" ”

Zheng Baoqiu turned his head and was surprised: "Cousin! How did you happen to meet here, and when did you get here? ”

It was a voice that couldn't have been more familiar.

The waters of the sea are gone, and the rivers are dissipated and dried up.

Chen Wengang suddenly fell into a dream.

He could see the appearance of the person who came—tall and straight, almost the height of the model, wrapped in a brown checked hunting suit, black hair combed back diagonally, amorous peach blossom eyes always with a hint of mockery, textbook-like dandy dress.

It's Huo Niansheng who is like a fake.

He was caught off guard and walked out of his old memories and appeared in front of Chen Wengang alive.

Chen Wengang had a burst of tinnitus.

The chest was no longer filled with a heart, but instead of a pacemaker, and the noise reached his eardrums, so loud that he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Time reverses crazily one frame at a time, and on each frame of film is Huo Niansheng's smiling face, playful, arrogant, gentle, gloomy, and montage flickering and alternating rapidly in front of him, and finally freezes on the strange-looking person in front of him.

Huo Niansheng looked at him with interest.

Zheng Baoqiu didn't notice anything unusual, and pulled Chen Wengang to his side: "Cousin, do you still recognize it, this is-"

Huo Niansheng smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with pleasure: "I know, the little friend adopted by my uncle." ”

Instead, he came to ask Chen Wengang: "Do you remember me?" He held out his hand as he spoke, "We've seen each other at banquets before." ”

Chen Wengang slowed down for half a beat, reacted, and hurriedly handed his hand to him.

The two shook each other weakly, and then separated.

The temperature of Huo Niansheng's palm burned his skin.

Chen Wengang lowered his eyes, Huo Niansheng's hand bones were prominent, his fingers were long and powerful, the green tendons were obvious, and there were calluses on both sides of the index finger and the gap between the index finger and the thumb, which were the traces left by often practicing shooting, and he remembered that he used to practice shooting often, and his marksmanship was very good.

Decade. He and Huo Nian parted for ten years, which was more than 3,600 days and nights without end.

Now the man was standing under the blinding light, and he was afraid that if he opened his mouth again, the moisture would fill his eyes.

It turned out to be a dream come true, but a layer of sticky cold sweat appeared on Chen Wengang's back, which almost made him feel excited.

"How could I not remember." When he raised his eyes again, his voice was already very calm, and he smiled, "Young Master Huo, I'm glad to meet you." ”

"How old are you, you are the same as Baoqiu, just call your cousin." Huo Niansheng greeted him, "I remember that you had a good relationship with Zheng Yucheng, and you always hid together when I saw you. Didn't he come out with you today? ”

"We're just shopping, what are you calling him for?" It was Zheng Baoqiu who interjected, "He and my second brother will only spoil the fun." ”

"And what did you buy?" Huo Niansheng's attention turned back to her.

"Everything, looking at clothes." Zheng Baoqiu urged Chen Wengang to try again.

"Forget it." Chen Wengang smiled reluctantly, "Try again next time, ...... today"

He cleared his throat before saying that he was tired, of course Zheng Baoqiu didn't believe it, just thought he was running away. Huo Niansheng also watched the show with a ridiculous gaze. She snatched the black one from Huo Niansheng's hand, didn't look at it, and removed it from the hanger.

Both shirts were stuffed into Chen Wengang's hands.

Chen Wengang suddenly changed his mind, he went to the fitting room, closed the door and locked it.

He hung one piece of clothing on the coat hook, held the door, and after a few seconds, slowly knelt down, and the other fell to the ground.

It is true that he is not tired, but his heart is not very comfortable from the beginning, and the rhythm is beating wildly. Years of experience with panic disorder gave him a sense of foreboding, and he didn't think he would fall ill at such a time.

Unfortunately, most of the time it has no symptoms and does not greet people, and it is often like this, in a matter of seconds, it will attack when it says it has a seizure.

His hands and feet were numb, his limbs did not listen to commands, his chest and back ached, and he couldn't breathe or use strength.

Chen Wengang frowned, and what was even more difficult was the indescribable fear, as if locking people in a gloomy grave. The hallucination smells damp and rotting in the dirt, even rats running around him, and even maggots multiply and crawl on him.

The fear of death threatened him, like a net that kept tightening, constantly depriving him of the ability to breathe.

The people outside didn't know that Zheng Baoqiu was chatting with Huo Niansheng.

She asked her cousin, "Why are you back now?" ”

Huo Niansheng said: "What, you're not welcome? ”

"Of course not! It's just that others say that you are expanding your territory in Zhangcheng, and they thought that they would not be able to meet until a while. ”

Huo Niansheng copied his pockets, looked at the fitting room with his eyes, and said casually: "I'm not going to learn scriptures from 108,000 miles away. ”

Zheng Baoqiu laughed: "Yes, it's in the next city, you can come back and live every day if you want." ”

After chatting with her for a while, Huo Niansheng suddenly raised his hand and looked at his watch: "Why hasn't your brother Wengang come out yet?" ”

Zheng Baoqiu realized it at this time: "Shouldn't he be embarrassed to run away secretly?" ”

Huo Niansheng glanced at the fitting room twice, and was about to go over there, when his mobile phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

He glanced at Yu Shanding's name on the screen, turned around and walked out of the store, and picked it up outside. After talking on the phone, he came back and said goodbye to Zheng Baoqiu, saying that he couldn't accompany her because of something and needed to leave first.

"Alright then, you go get busy." Zheng Baoqiu was a little regretful, but still waved to him, "I'll go find Brother Wen Gang." ”

When he walked out, Huo Niansheng paused and called a male clerk: "No. 3 fitting room, you go in and have a look." ”

*

Panic attacks generally last from a quarter of an hour to half an hour. Chen Wengang didn't realize how long it had been, when he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

A voice came in: "Is there anyone inside?" Need help? ”

He was groggy, unsure if he had made a sound, and with great difficulty he raised his hand and knocked back in the door.

The male clerk opened the door with the key, was startled when he saw this, and then knelt down: "Sir, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine." Chen Wengang was set up by him, recovered a little, and was able to speak, "Low blood sugar." ”

He was helped outside to the store, and immediately a group of people came over.

Everyone surrounded Chen Wengang and asked him to rest half-sitting and half-lying on the sofa. Zheng Baoqiu panicked, looking a little pitiful in it, wanted to call an ambulance, and wanted to call the driver again, but was stopped by Chen Wengang, saying that it was not necessary, and comforting her that it was okay.

He knows his own problems, sympathetic disorders, even if he goes to the hospital, there is no good way.

The staff brought mints and chocolates to the guests. Chen Wengang took one in his mouth, and the bitter sweetness spread in his mouth.

Chocolate has no practical effect, only sugar brings a little soothing to the mind, but it still makes people feel better.

He lifted his eyelids, the light was still white and dazzling, but the figure was no longer visible in the crowd.

Huo Niansheng left ahead of schedule, not unexpectedly.

He didn't watch the excitement here, but Chen Wengang was more comfortable.

In his last life, he was the most unbearable, Huo Niansheng had seen it, he was injured and sick, and Huo Niansheng also accompanied him to treat him. But it doesn't mean that someone wants to reunite with their lover for the first time, it looks like a seizure, and it's really not a pretty picture.

He rested for a few minutes, and there were no other problems with his physical functions, and Zheng Baoqiu said guiltily that he would not go shopping.

The clothes in the fitting room were picked up by the clerk and brought to them for questioning.

Zheng Baoqiu didn't have the heart to try again, waved his hand, but Chen Wengang said, "I want that black one." ”

The clerk said, "Would you like to get you a new one?" ”

Chen Wengang said: "This is all you need. ”

Zheng Baoqiu gave the credit card to the clerk without thinking, and Chen Wengang didn't want to spend her money, saying that he would come by himself.

As a result, the two of them didn't have to argue at all, and the clerk smiled and declined: "The gentleman who was with you just now has already settled the bill." ”

"This black shirt?" Zheng Baoqiu confirmed.

"This one, plus the two you just took a fancy to, makes a total of three." The clerk smiled professionally, "He said that you can buy whatever you want today, in addition to these, there are other things you want, and you will record them in his name together." ”

Chen Wengang was stunned, but Zheng Baoqiu accepted it calmly: "Okay, you help us pack it up, don't want anything else." ”

The clerk skillfully handles the silk, folds the clothes, and puts them into bags printed with the LOGO.

When she handed over the bag, she said, "By the way, the gentleman asked me to tell you a word." ”

"What did he say?" Zheng Baoqiu asked casually.

"He said this gentleman must look good in anything."