The school uniform of Qingyun Middle School is blue and white, and students are required to wear it every day.
Therefore, except for Saturdays and Sundays, there is basically no time to wear casual clothes.
Lin Lu picked out two T-shirts, a pair of jeans, and a pair of black sweatpants for him.
Other families buy clothes one by one, but her family does a big shopping spree, with each person buying several sets.
Zhao Lili laughed: "Sister-in-law, you really dote on Brother Chen. Before you woke up, he wore the same few clothes over and over again. Now that he has you, you bought him so many new clothes."
In fact, it’s not that Li Xianglian didn’t want to buy it for her son-in-law.
It's really because she has poor taste and all she buys are the styles worn by Lin Changchun's generation.
The father and son didn't say anything, but they felt disgusted in their hearts, and they never saw them wear it twice.
It’s called being reluctant to wear it.
Lin Lu's clothes were made by Zhao Lili, who was asked by Song Chen to use the best fabrics every time she purchased them, and she selected them according to her vision.
Li Xianglian couldn't help him pick out clothes, but she could say a few words on his behalf: "That's right. He was afraid his wife would dislike him, so he deliberately asked me to bring Xiaolu to buy him a few more sets."
Zhao Lili: "Men also love to show off."
The price Zhao Lili offered was very affordable, so Lin Lu paid it directly.
She felt that this person was quite open-minded and spoke very straightforwardly.
"It's getting late, let's go back first. Come to our house and play when you have time."
"Don't worry, I will definitely come." Zhao Lili waved her hand.
Life in the small town is very leisurely and slow. There are no towering buildings and no hustle and bustle of traffic.
The setting sun is like a shadow in the sky, and people are talking and laughing in groups of three or two on the street. It seems that time has stopped at this moment, which is a world apart from the hurried developed city.
When they got home, the mother and daughter saw a car parked in the yard and heard voices coming from the house.
Then a man came out of the room whom they did not recognize.
The man nodded and drove away.
When I walked into the house, I saw that there was an extra sofa in the living room.
Long, black leather, with a white lace fabric draped over it.
Quite petty bourgeois.
"Why did you suddenly buy this?" Li Xianglian touched it twice and asked.
Song Chen: "The stool is too hard, it hurts my butt."
It's strange, why didn't I see this person say it hurts his butt before?
Suddenly, thorns appeared on your butt?
Anyway, the money was earned by her son-in-law, and Li Xianglian had no control over it, so she didn't say much.
Song Chen had sharp eyes and noticed the large and small bags that Lin Lu placed on his knees.
“Why buy so much?”
Lin Lu pointed to the two bags above and said, "These are yours. The rest belong to Dad and Lin Jingbei."
Song Chen frowned and asked, not seeing them, "Why don't you and Mom buy two sets for yourselves?"
"We have enough clothes." Lin Lu is not a frugal person, but she is not extravagant or wasteful either. For her, having enough clothes is enough.
Song Chen: "Give it to me, I'll put it in the room."
Lin Lu looked at the clothes inside and gave him the ones belonging to Song Chen and Jing Bei, asking him to take them all up.
She sent the remaining ones from Lin's father to her parents' room.
As soon as Li Xianglian entered the house, she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Lin Lu put the clothes away and turned on the TV out of boredom, thinking that Song Chen would just put them up and come down, but he went there for half an hour and there was no movement.
Lin Lu was watching TV, but she was worried that he would see the gift Zhao Lili gave her.
I don’t know which cabinet her mother put it in, let alone the wardrobe.
The more Lin Lu thought about it, the more uneasy she became, until she heard Song Chen's footsteps coming down the stairs.
"What are you doing up there?" She stared at Song Chen's expression without blinking.
Song Chen showed an unfathomable look, with a smile on his lips that made Lin Lu puzzled.
My heart trembled.
He couldn't have seen it.
She decided to take the initiative: "What are you laughing at?"
Unexpectedly, Song Chen didn't respond, but simply replied "Nothing", and then... walked out.
Lin Lu became even more panicked.
He wheeled his wheelchair to the kitchen entrance and asked, "Mom, where did you put the bag I asked you to take upstairs just now?"
Li Xianglian washed her hands, wiped them on her apron, walked over and pointed upstairs and said, "It's in your bedside table. What's wrong? Xiaochen, didn't you find it?"
As he said that, he was about to go upstairs to find it for Song Chen.
Lin Lu stopped her: "No, no, I just want to ask. He is out now. I will tell him in the evening."
Since it was in the bedside table, she thought that Song Chen should not have found it yet.
So what was he doing just now?
I can't figure it out.
It was not until dinner time that the man came back with a big fat fish in his hand. At the same time, Lin Changchun, who looked depressed, and Lin Jingbei, who was extremely tired, also came home.
Li Xianglian said with great joy, "Xiaolu and I went out and bought you some new clothes today. Try them on after you take a bath to see if they fit you well."
Lin Changchun muttered, "Just buy it for them, why waste money on me?"
"Just buy it for you and wear it. Stop talking nonsense. Change into new clothes before going to the banquet. Don't embarrass me." Li Xianglian's voice was very loud.
Lin Jingbei didn't have much expectation for what his grandmother said, as several unworn clothes in the closet were made by her.
Lin Lu drank a mouthful of soup, put down his chopsticks and spoon, and said slowly: "After trying it on, take it off and wash it before wearing it. Newly bought clothes are not very clean."
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone looked at her.
I don't understand where the clothes I just bought got dirty.
Lin Lu coughed lightly. "A piece of clothing has been touched by countless people from scraps of fabric to finished garment. Who knows how many bacteria are on their hands?"
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