345 Everything seems to be back to the past
Gao Qinghe nodded, "Well, what's wrong?"
"Where did you meet him?" Gao Qingmiao asked while eating, seemingly just concerned about the recent situation of an ordinary old friend.
After three years of settling down, he has learned to hide his true thoughts.
But this little trick is almost just a decoration in front of the old fox Gao Qinghe.
However, Gao Qinghe felt comforted when he saw his younger brother growing up.
"She opened her own clothing studio in the old block across from the department store. I went to see it and it was well run. I even bought a few sets of clothes."
Having said that, Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered that he had asked Mo Xiaohong to make two sets of pajamas.
Mo Xiaohong called her two days ago and asked her to go get it, but because she was on IV drip for a cold, she hasn't had time to go get it.
"Are you free?" Gao Qinghe asked his brother.
Gao Qingmiao nodded, indicating that she should speak frankly.
Gao Qinghe asked him to help her pick up the clothes tomorrow. Gao Qingmiao was obviously stunned. He didn't expect that his elder sister would have such an attitude. He thought she was going to warn him not to go.
After a moment of hesitation, Gao Qingmiao quickly agreed.
Although nothing can be seen on the surface, the young man's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.
But this enthusiasm was quickly blown away by the cold wind.
The reality is, she most likely doesn't want to see him again, right?
Gao Qingmiao took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable nervousness in his heart, and told himself that he was just going to help his elder sister get some clothes and visit his old classmates by the way.
This kind of self-persuasion seems to really be effective.
By the time they were about to set off the next day, Gao Qingmiao felt that he had completely regained his composure.
The store is easy to find because it’s named after her.
It was a little after ten in the morning. The temperature had dropped sharply in the past two days, the morning rush hour had passed, and there were few pedestrians on the streets.
The orange leaves of the maple trees on the roadside were blown down by the wind from time to time.
As luck would have it, a maple leaf fell into Gao Qingmiao's hands.
He held up the maple leaf with interest and was about to look at the veins on the leaf.
"Ding-ling-ling~" a crisp sound of wind chimes rang out.
A man walked out of the store.
A long ribbon of raw linen color was tied to her short hair, and on the ribbon were many beautiful beads sewn, long and short, swaying in the wind.
She was wearing a gray linen long dress with lantern sleeves, a pair of summer sandals on her feet, revealing her thick white cotton socks, and was holding a bucket of trash in her hand, about to dump it.
Their eyes met, and both of them looked a little embarrassed.
Gao Qingmiao quickly threw away the maple leaf in his hand and spoke first:
"I'm here to help my sister get her clothes."
"...Long time no see, Mo Xiaohong."
Gao Qingmiao found that his heartbeat was still a little fast. He breathed softly, afraid that his abnormality would be noticed by the other party.
Mo Xiaohong nodded slowly, "Oh, well, good morning."
"I'll take out the trash first, you go in first." She smiled warmly and said kindly.
It felt like I really met an old classmate whom I hadn’t seen for many years.
Gao Qingmiao breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and nodded, made way for her to pass first, then pushed open the door and went into the store to wait.
It was windy on the street. Gao Qingmiao didn't pay attention to the weather when he went out today and only wore a thin sweatshirt. He really felt cold on the street.
I thought it would be warmer inside the store, but unexpectedly, it wasn't much warmer inside than outside.
Gao Qingmiao looked around and felt as if a cold wind was blowing from somewhere.
After searching for a while, I found that the wind was blowing up from the cracks in the bricks under my feet.
There's a sewer in the store?
This is too unfeng shui-conscious. Can you make money by doing business like this?
He walked around the store. It wasn't big and only took a few steps to reach the end.
Gao Qingmiao originally wanted to send her a money tree to help her change her feng shui.
Now it seems that there may not even be enough space for half a pot of money tree.
The ground was covered with rags. In the middle of the ground stood a round stage with a model on it. The color and pattern of the clothes the model was wearing matched the rags on the ground.
Gao Qingmiao flipped through the design manuscripts on the workbench and was very suspicious. She was busy in this small shop until late at night yesterday.
After walking around, I found another small compartment at the back.
Without a curtain, it doesn’t count as a door, and it’s equivalent to a semi-open space.
I don’t know how far away the trash can is, and the person hasn’t come back yet.
Gao Qingmiao walked towards the dark cubicle curiously, praying in her heart that the place she lived in was not too bad.
Otherwise he would feel uncomfortable watching it.
At least it can't be worse than his 20-square-meter single room in Qing County, right?
Unexpectedly, the small compartment was much smaller than I had imagined and could only fit a single camp bed.
Both walls are nailed with partitions, one side is cluttered with clothes, the other side is cluttered with cooking seasonings, full of life.
There is a small dining table next to the bed. It is very small, only half the size of a single desk.
There was a lunch box on the table with the lid ajar.
Gao Qingmiao opened the lid and found a few noodle scraps inside.
It would be fine if there weren't any chopped green onions, as she doesn't like green onions, but she couldn't bear to put an egg in it?
The sound of wind chimes rang out, and Gao Qingmiao quickly replaced the lid. Feeling inexplicably guilty, he walked out and asked awkwardly:
"Is there a bathroom? I need to use the toilet, but I can't find one..."
Mo Xiaohong stood in front of the unfinished model and looked at him.
He wasn't smiling, nor was he fierce, he just had an expression that said, "You can make it up, keep making it up."
Gao Qingmiao stops pretending!
"Why don't you live better and eat better? Don't you make a lot of money?" he asked in confusion.
Mo Xiaohong couldn't help but smile, cleaned up the workbench, and laid out the breakfast she had bought.
"A basket of xiaolongbao, two bowls of pork chop rice noodles, and two cups of sweet soy milk, isn't that rich?"
Mo Xiaohong brought two high wooden stools, sat down on one, and pointed to the other one.
Without saying anything, she picked up her portion and started eating. The hot soup noodles made her whole body steaming.
The gloomy atmosphere in the store seemed to have dissipated. Gao Qingmiao glanced at her, sat down, picked up the soy milk in the film bag, took a bite, and while sipping, asked her what was going on with the plain noodles on the small table in the compartment.
Mo Xiaohong couldn't remember it all at once. After a pause, she said, "Oh":
"I stayed up too late last night and was hungry. I wanted to go out and find something to eat, but all the shops nearby were closed, so I just came back and cooked some noodles for myself."
"I haven't bought any vegetables for a few days, so I can only eat plain noodles." Mo Xiaohong said with a smile.
She seemed to be in a good mood and even picked up a steamed dumpling for him, urging him to eat it quickly because it was getting cold.
Gao Qingmiao really hadn't eaten breakfast, so he didn't hesitate. He took a mouthful of noodle soup and a mouthful of steamed bun. The two of them ate with big mouthfuls, not saying anything. They looked at each other from time to time, and then couldn't help laughing.
We haven't seen each other for more than two years, but apart from the brief awkward moment at the door just now, everything seems to have returned to the way it was before.
Oh, not entirely.
Mo Xiaohong took a pen and made a mark on the bill, tore it off and handed it to Gao Qingmiao, saying:
"We don't take credit. The materials and labor cost a total of 480 yuan. Please settle the bill."
Gao Qingmiao, who was about to leave with her sister's custom-made clothes, paused for two seconds before reacting.
He is his own boss now.
Also, sister, you are going too far!
Is it reasonable to cheat your brother out of just a few hundred dollars?
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