When I arrived at the tailor shop, there was an old man who charged one dollar and twenty cents for a set of clothes, and four sets for four dollars and eighty cents.
Zhou Yian looked at the old man's sample pictures. Although he thought they were expensive, they looked really good. Although a piece of clothing cost only 60 cents, they were all made by hand using a sewing machine.
To make clothes, one needs to measure the size. The old man looked at them twice and threw a ruler over them. "Are you interested? Measure yourself."
Pretty understanding.
She measured Song Songbai first, and then she realized how tall he was. He was more than a head taller than her.
Are all boys and girls in the north raised on hormones? How come they are so tall?
She used to be from the south and wasn't tall. Now she's finally a Beijinger, but why is she still not tall? Aren't girls from the north usually tall?
I measured him while feeling indignant and asked, "What did you eat when you were a child?" How come he is so tall?
"Mostly we eat noodles." He lived with his mother when he was young. His father never treated him badly in terms of money, so the food he ate was relatively good.
Could it really be because of the noodles? Zhou Yian fell into deep thought, but she loved eating rice, so was this really the reason?
Forget it, there is definitely no scientific basis for this. She still loves rice, and there is nothing she can do even if she can't grow taller.
She patted Song Songbai's shoulder and said, "Fortunately, you are tall."
Can improve genes.
Song Songbai raised his eyebrows and looked at her, not understanding her unconventional thinking. "Measure quickly."
Be quick and decisive, and don’t touch around outside!
Zhou Yian understood the look in his eyes. Really? They had already obtained the marriage certificate, and she was touching him!
Legal!
Under the pretext of measuring the size, I secretly took advantage of her. Shashasha, you have a really nice figure.
Song Songbai pursed his lips and watched her act up.
The difficult time of measuring has passed.
Gentleman Song Songbai quickly measured the man's size again, but Zhou Yian was still not satisfied. Why didn't this man take advantage of her?
Do you really like her? Isn't she attractive?
Zhou Yian kept muttering to himself all the way, thinking as he stroked the bicycle.
Song Songbai was really annoyed by her. She was so arrogant even at home. Fortunately, she had enough self-control now, and the tilted front of the car would not happen again.
Sure enough, after entering the yard, Zhou Yian ran back to his room first.
Song Songbai sighed, helplessly took the things and put them in the kitchen, then went to return the bicycle.
After the last report, Ge Qiuze no longer asked them to pay rent for borrowing bicycles.
Just pay it back directly, so there is no need to wait for Ge Qiuze to come back.
When I got home, Zhou Yian was still huddled in his room.
Song Songbai pinched the bridge of his nose, gritted his teeth and admitted it. He didn't believe that she would hide in her room for the rest of her life.
It was still early for dinner, so Song Songbai took out the radio parts and started assembling them.
Time flies when you're working at your desk.
When he woke up from work, it was already getting dark.
He got up and cooked. At first, he was a little unfamiliar with the wood stove, but now he is very familiar with it. The fire is very strong and the cooking speed is very fast.
Knock on the door and ask people to come out for dinner.
There was no movement inside. Song Songbai was stunned and pushed the door open.
Still no lock.
This is a bad habit. He always brings it up, but she always forgets it.
When I entered the room, I saw a person sleeping with his legs spread out, with a book next to him to make it look like he was asleep.
He was too excited today. Zhou Yian was woken up by him early in the morning and watched a big show at the police station. She must be sleepy when she came back.
Unfortunately, today is not our wedding night.
Although they had already received the certificate, they had not yet held a wedding banquet, nor had they worshipped heaven and earth, and the bridal chamber had not yet been completely cleaned up. He still did not want to let her down.
He pinched her nose and used a malicious breath-holding method to wake her up.
Noticing that the person was showing signs of waking up, he couldn't help but kiss her. Although he couldn't have a big meal now, there was nothing wrong with collecting some interest.
Zhou Yian was abruptly awakened by his kiss.
Really, in broad daylight, what are you doing?
Zhou Yian was furious when his sweet dream was disturbed and wanted to fight back, but failed.
Xianyu shed tears, okay, I realized the gap.
He collapsed on the bed after being kissed, not even having the strength to push or pull, with his hands on his chest, not looking like he was rejecting her, but rather trying to resist. Zhou Yian had to admit that Song Songbai was a good learner. After just a few times, his kissing skills improved by leaps and bounds.
Feeling his change, Zhou Yian didn't dare to move at all.
The two men's panting echoed in the silent house. Song Songbai, not forgetting to settle the score later, scolded his wife behind her back, "Who are you calling brother today?"
"What, what?" Zhou Yian was a little confused.
"Today, in the mud house in the black market, who did you call brother?" Pinching her cheek, he asked again with a dark look in his eyes.
Zhou Yian finally recalled it, her eyes trembling. She swore that she had just said it casually, without any other thoughts.
"Brother Song, I won't call you that anymore." She said vaguely, but it would be better to just admit her mistake directly.
Otherwise, what should we do if the arrow is on the string and has to be shot? She is starving to death now and cannot bear it.
"You know it with your mouth, but you never change your mind." Song Songbai didn't believe her. Just like this door lock, it was useless to emphasize it several times.
"I've changed. I will change." She hugged his neck and coaxed him, "Hubby, can you forgive me this time?"
Song Songbai stared at her, looking at her clear eyes, small nose, shallow dimples, and swollen lips.
"Forgive me." Zhou Yian said coquettishly, "Brother Song, my husband."
Song Songbai had to admit that she was very good at it. Every time she vowed to teach her a lesson, he was reluctant to do so.
He turned over, sat up, and even wanted to smoke a cigarette. What a loser.
But I feel sweet in my heart.
"Get up, it's time to eat." After calming down for a while, Song Songbai spoke.
What a sin! Laba Festival is still almost a month away.
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