Yin Zhongzheng's eyes revealed endless longing.
"In this vast sea of people, I have no idea where she is now."
The flame of hope that had been so hard to ignite was extinguished again because of Yin Zhongzheng's words.
“If it were any other illness, I could prescribe medication for you,” Yin Zhongzheng stated his problem quite objectively. “But your problem requires acupuncture treatment, which is not my specialty, and…”
Yin Zhongzheng took a needle and held it up in front of Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang.
Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang looked at Yin Zhongzheng's fingertips, puzzled.
The embroidery needle trembled slightly in the air.
"My hands are shaking, and I can no longer insert the needle."
Zhan Beiwang asked anxiously, "Elder Yin, could you find an acupuncture apprentice?"
"Acupuncture is very particular about the use of needles. If you are not careful, you could lose your life. Are you willing to gamble with your life?"
Yin Zhongzheng wrote a person's name and the address he remembered on a piece of white paper with a fountain pen.
"The last time I heard from my senior sister was here. If you can find her, she will definitely be able to cure him."
Huo Dongfang accepted the gift with both hands and expressed his sincere gratitude.
"Thank you, Elder Yin."
Yin Zhongzheng shook his head, "Wounded for the country, no need for thanks!"
After thanking Yin Zhongzheng, Huo Dongfang and Zhan Beiwang left.
As soon as they stepped out of the alley, Zhan Beiwang said excitedly, "Old Huo, now there's finally hope! I'll inquire around here, and you shouldn't just sit idly by either."
Huo Dongfang had already given up hope.
However, he couldn't bear to refuse Zhan Beiwang's kindness, so he could only nod slightly to show his agreement.
Zhan Beiwang returned to his unit, while Huo Dongfang went to Li Xiaoman's tailor shop.
"Uncle Huo."
Ye Fanxing, who was trying on clothes, saw Huo Dongfang and ran to him, lifting her skirt.
"You've arrived?"
The light blue dress Ye Fanxing is wearing was custom-made by Li Xiaoman according to Ye Fanxing's measurements.
The design is simple and elegant, and it accentuates a slender waist.
The light blue color further accentuated Ye Fanxing's fair and delicate skin, making her appear as beautiful as a flower.
"A new dress?"
Previously, when Ye Fanxing was at the Cheng family's house, the clothes she wore were old and ill-fitting.
She was like a bright pearl covered in dust.
Now, Huo Dongfang gently wiped away the dust from the pearl, revealing Ye Fanxing's original brilliance.
"Sister Xiaoman is very skillful; I love the dress she made."
Li Xiaoman sat in front of the sewing machine, looking at Ye Fanxing, who was as innocent as a child.
"Star, it's because you're beautiful."
Ye Fanxing is indeed very beautiful, young, and full of energy.
Even if Ye Fanxing were to be covered in a burlap sack, she would still be an absolutely stunning beauty.
"Xiaoman, will Xingxing's clothes be finished today?"
Li Xiaoman also heard from Ye Fanxing that the matter of impersonation had come to an end, and she guessed that given Huo Dongfang's workaholic nature, he probably wanted to go back to the military compound.
"able."
Li Xiaoman originally planned to complete the project in three days.
But if Ye Fanxing and Huo Dongfang are leaving Shanghai, she'll have to work overtime today and try to finish it today.
"Xiaoman, I'll leave the Xingxing clothes to you."
Li Xiaoman readily agreed.
Huo Dongfang thought that since he had come all the way to Shanghai, he should take Ye Fanxing around the city.
"Star, let me take you out for a walk."
Ye Fanxing hurriedly said, "Uncle Huo, wait for me a moment, I'll go change my clothes."
"Wear this dress, it looks good."
Ye Fanxing spun around triumphantly in front of Huo Dongfang.
"Uncle Huo, I think it looks good too!"
Ye Fanxing tidied up her things, gave Li Xiaoman a wink, and then waved goodbye to Huo Dongfang and Li Xiaoman as she picked up a shoulder bag and left.
"Xingxing, is this bag newly made?"
On the bus, Ye Fanxing excitedly recounted the origin of this shoulder bag.
“Xiaoman’s tailor shop had some scraps of fabric. When Xiaoman was busy, I pieced them together and made a shoulder bag myself.”
Ye Fanxing showed Huo Dongfang her handmade bag.
"This shoulder bag can also be worn in two other ways."
"Being single can become a crossbody bag. It can also become a simple and easy backpack."
Ye Fanxing has a good sense of aesthetics; although the shoulder bag is made entirely of scraps of fabric with different patterns.
However, with Ye Fanxing's help, even scraps of cloth have been given new life.
Seeing that Ye Fanxing seemed to enjoy handicrafts, Huo Dongfang asked softly, "Xingxing, do you like sewing machines?"
Ye Fanxing thought that if she had her own machine, she would learn to make clothes herself.
"Uncle Huo, I like it."
Huo Dongfang thought he should ask around to see if he could arrange one for Ye Fanxing.
But then Huo Dongfang thought to himself, Ye Fanxing is in college now, I wonder if she has time?
"Xingxing, we're leaving Shanghai tomorrow. Shall I take you sightseeing now?"
Huo Dongfang noticed that Ye Fanxing looked good in her dress, but was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes.
After the bus came to a stop, Huo Dongfang led Ye Fanxing into a shoe store and took a pair of white lambskin shoes from the shelf.
"Xingxing, why don't you try these on?"
Ye Fanxing looked at the sheepskin shoes in Huo Dongfang's hand. The shoes had a slightly thick heel and a soft sole, so walking in them wouldn't be uncomfortable.
Ye Fanxing took the leather shoes and asked:
"Excuse me, do you have size 36 shoes?"
"These are the pairs you have. Why don't you try them on?"
Ye Fanxing sat on the shoe-changing stool and tried them on. The lambskin was very soft, and the shoes had a particularly good fit.
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