"Yes." Shi Yi nodded: "Looking for Ai Qing."

Ai Qing, who received the news, walked out of the cutting room in the store: "Cousin, what a rare guest."

Shi Yi didn't want to argue with her: "Come on, come and help me see what kind of style is suitable for Shi Jin."

Ai Qing noticed Shi Jin as soon as she came out.

She receives many guests, but guests like Shi Jin, whose proportions are obviously out of this world, are definitely a minority at first glance.

Afraid that her occupational disease would scare the guests, Ai Qing followed her cousin's instructions and looked at Shi Jin formally.

She extended her hand and smiled brightly: "Hello, I am Ai Qing, the design director of SUKU, and the designer serving you today."

The woman wore a silk silhouette long skirt, without any additional decoration, which was supported only by her tall figure, making her look simple and casual.

She led Shi Jin to the store and said, "I heard from my cousin that you ordered the clothes for attending the author conference. For such occasions, we generally recommend that you wear a slightly more formal suit."

As they were talking, they had already walked to the measurement room. She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the measurement room. She turned her head to look at Shi Jin, and her smile was filled with the pride that only a designer can have: "But I am confident that our suits will definitely be the most special in the whole venue."

Shi Jin nodded: "Please."

Ai Qing followed him into the measurement room and smiled slightly when she heard this: "My pleasure."

Shi Yi had not been sitting on the sofa outside for long when Ai Qing came out.

He waited for a while, but Shi Jin didn't show up, so he wondered, "Where's Shi Jin?"

Ai Qing glanced at him and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Can I still eat him?"

It would have been better if she didn't say it. Instead, her words reminded Shi Yi that his cousin was an orthodox appearance-lover, the kind that couldn't walk when seeing handsome men or beautiful women.

He stood up: "That's hard to say."

Ai Qing handed the measured data to the assistant beside her. Hearing this, she rolled her eyes and said, "Don't worry, I have a strong sense of professional ethics and never take action against my clients."

Of course, she couldn’t guarantee that after she was no longer a client.

"Okay, I see you're worried like this." Ai Qing sighed and waved at Shi Yi: "Come on, cousin, let's go in together, and you can take some advice along the way."

Shi Yi followed Ai Qing into the measurement room, only to find that there was a data room behind the measurement room.

There was a large projection screen in front of the data room, and several sofas in front of the screen. Shi Jin was sitting on one of the sofas.

Hearing the noise behind him, Shi Jin glanced sideways and met the eyes of Shi Yi who was jogging towards him.

Shi Yi sat down on the sofa next to him and looked around the data room: "Ai Qing, you've done a great job, is this so high-tech?"

Ai Qing raised her eyebrows, reached out and pressed the remote control. The projector turned and projected a model on the screen: "This is a human body model built based on Mr. Shi's body data. It's a 1:1 projection. We can display the clothing based on this."

Ai Qing was very serious about her profession. She swiped the tablet twice, and several clothes of different styles were projected on the screen. "These are the ones I picked out initially. I think they are more suitable for Mr. Shi's temperament."

"Mr. Shi, you can make a rough selection first, so that I can confirm your preferences. The subsequent design will try to suit your preferences..."

"Also, regarding the choice of color..."

——

"Cousin, cousin?"

Shi Yi woke up with a start. He looked around in confusion and asked, "Is it over?"

The lights in the data room were already on. Shi Jin stood beside him and nodded slightly when he heard this: "It's over."

"Oh oh." Shi Yi wiped the saliva that flowed to his mouth and climbed up: "Then let's go."

Ai Qing stopped him: "Why are you leaving?"

"Don't you decide on your own clothes?"

Shi Yi exclaimed, "Ah!" "Didn't I order a set last year?"

Ai Qing frowned: "You're just wearing last year's clothes?"

"What else?" Shi Yi said as he was about to leave: "What does the Authors Conference have to do with an editor like me? I'll just go through the motions and have some clothes to wear. There's no need to do anything else."

Ai Qing stopped him from leaving: "No."

She grabbed Shi Yi by the collar and looked at Shi Jin with a smile: "Mr. Shi, is there anything you don't understand or are not satisfied with about our communication today?"

Shi Jin shook his head: "No."

"After the clothes are made, someone will contact you. That's all for today."

Ai Qing said as she increased her strength. She pulled Shi Yi and smiled: "You can go back first."

Shi Yi struggled for a while, and finally gave up resistance: "You go first, no need to wait for me."

Then he was caught by Ai Qing to measure the data.

Looking at them, Shi Jin suddenly remembered time.

He walked out of SUKU and it was completely dark outside.

Sitting in the taxi, Shi Jin sent a message to Shi Guang.

【时】: I’m going to the authors’ conference.

After sending this message, Shi Jin looked at the time.

It was early morning in Country A, and the younger sister should still be sleeping.

Shi Jin closed his phone and looked out the window with a calm expression.

The authors' conference is held every three years. When the last one was held, Shi Jin had not signed with any publishing house, so naturally he had no place to attend.

He didn't feel it was a pity. Instead, after knowing this, she kept thinking about the authors' conference and kept pestering him to take her with him next time.

Now that he can go, his sister has gone to Country A again.

When she sees the news tomorrow morning, she will be so angry that she will send him a dozen messages, right?

Thinking of this, the look in Shi Jin's eyes softened slightly.

The scenery outside the window was rapidly receding, but at a certain moment it slowed down until the tall trees on the roadside were replaced by the adjacent car bodies.

The taxi driver complained: "Why is the light red again?"

Shi Jin: "It's okay to go slower."

“It’s not a question of whether it’s slow or not.” The driver shook his head: “I’ve driven this road many times. Whenever I encounter a red light at this intersection, there will be red lights all the way back.”

"Plus, Darong City is holding a National Day event these days. There are so many people every night. It gives me a headache just thinking about it."

Shi Jin: "What activity?"

"There are lanterns, food courts and the like. Oh, and there seems to be a band coming today." The driver turned around and glanced at Shi Jin. "Judging from your accent, you should be a local. This event has been going on since I was young. Why haven't you been there?"

Shi Jin had indeed never been there. He shook his head slightly: "No."

"Then you really have to go, it's worth going."

The green light is on.

The driver started the car and glanced at the date on it: "Today is the last day. If you miss it, you'll have to wait until next year."

The traffic outside the car was rushing, and the street lights on both sides seemed particularly lonely.

The driver didn't drive too fast. He paid attention to the cars on both sides and took the time to say a few words to Shi Jin: "When I was young, I would bring my wife here every National Day. My wife liked the Tanghulu restaurant here and pestered me to buy it every year."

The driver laughed as he spoke: "After eating this for more than ten years, this old woman ate one of her teeth last year and she refused to come again this year no matter what."

Shi Jin also curled the corners of his lips: "You are very happy."

The driver laughed: "Why talk about happiness at your age? Just live happily."

After saying this, the driver pointed out the window and said, "Look, it's right there, across the street. The stall selling candied haws is in the alley at the end of the street."

Shi Jin looked in the direction of his finger.

On the crowded streets, countless lanterns are hung in the air. On both sides of the road are small stalls displaying all kinds of toys. Behind the stalls are stall owners who are shouting enthusiastically about their wares.

There seemed to be a platform further away, and cheerful singing could be heard coming from the platform; someone was singing.

The driver's laughing voice came from the front seat: "How is it? Is it lively?"

“It’s very lively.”

Shi Jin retracted his gaze: "Excuse me, could you please stop in front for a moment?"

——

On the streets decorated with colorful lanterns.

“Aci, Aci!”

The person in front showed no intention of stopping.

Zhong Ling raised her delicate eyebrows, stopped walking, and said in a long tone: "Yu-little-good boy."

Yu Ci stopped suddenly: "Don't shout."

Zhong Ling slowly picked up her bag and said, "Will you go shopping with me?"

Yu Ci frowned, obviously still struggling.

Zhong Ling slowly pulled her coat closer: "Yu——"

"Stop." Yu Ci gave up struggling: "Is it okay for me to go shopping with you?"

"Of course." Zhong Ling nodded: "Let's go, the beautiful Ms. Zhong Ling is going shopping."

As she said that, she glanced at her son and said, "Cheer up. If your dad hadn't had time, it wouldn't be your turn to go out with me today."

She snorted, strongly condemning her son's refusal to go shopping with her: "You deserve to be single at your age."

Yu Ci, who just turned 25 after the New Year: "......"

However, when mentioning this, Yu Ci did think of something.

He glanced at Zhong Ling who was walking in front of him: "Mom."

Zhong Ling didn't look back: "If you have to fart, just fart."

"I have someone I like."

"If there is, then tell me what—" Zhong Ling paused, and then raised her voice several pitches: "What!?"

She turned around quickly, her eyes sparkling: "Do you have someone you like? Male or female? How old are you? What's your profession?"

Yu Ci touched the tip of his nose: "He is a man."

"It's a boy, so it's a boy. Mom doesn't mind." Zhong Ling's mind was full of her own pig finally learning to dig up cabbage. She was so excited: "Are there any photos? How old is he? Is he tall?"

As she was asking, Zhong Ling suddenly sighed sadly: "Come to think of it, I had my eyes on a boy before, he was gentle and fair-skinned, very handsome, and also a writer."

"I was thinking of finding an opportunity to introduce you two to each other after the holidays, what a pity."

Yu Ci interrupted Zhong Ling's wandering thoughts and said, "Mom!"

"Yes, yes, we are talking about your boyfriend." Zhong Ling came back to her senses, her eyes sparkling: "When are you going to bring him home for dinner?"

Yu Ci remained silent suspiciously.

Zhong Ling was suspicious: "You haven't caught up with her yet, have you?"

Yu Ci: “…”

His gaze shifted unnaturally for a moment: "...About the same."

Zhong Ling asked: "What is similar? Where is similar?"

Yu Ci: "Just...what you said, almost."

What did I say almost?

Zhong Ling was stunned at first, then reacted: "You really didn't catch up?"