The crude handmade craftsmanship and perfunctory processing of the 1980s...
Bi Yue sighed. It was okay that the craftsmanship was crude, but the key point was that it was made of pig skin.
That’s right, where could there be so many top-notch sheepskin and cowhide products at that time?
Ink is brushed on a piece of clear pig skin, and after it dries, it is called a leather jacket.
Do you feel guilty?
Bi Yue covered her heart with her left hand and looked up at the sky. At her feet were two bags and twelve items.
She looked pious, muttering as if she was swearing:
All you Russian brazilian aunties, look here!
The manufacturer is having a bloody sale! Say goodbye to the high prices on this must-have leather jacket for show! Not 3,400 or 1,200 yuan, just 398 yuan. For 398 yuan, you won't be cheated or cheated! It has eight stars and eight arrows, and it's covered in gold!
The goods that cost 40 yuan per piece are only sold for 398 yuan, not a penny more!
God, do you believe it or not? Anyway, she believed it herself!
In broad daylight, on a freezing cold day, Bi Yue began to daydream that she was sleeping in a pile of money...
The old master pushed up his large black-framed glasses and noticed that Bi Yue's eyes were looking up at the sky. They were too sincere and too passionate. He also looked up at the sky, thinking to himself, what are you looking at? He opened his mouth to remind him:
"Let me be frank with you. If you don't come to pick up the goods after a week, the deposit you made with me will be void!"
To be honest, the old master didn't believe it at first. He didn't believe that Bi Yue could come up with so much money.
If Bi Yue hadn't directly picked the largest size and took away twelve pieces this time, he would have had to think twice about even putting down a deposit of 1,000 yuan, let alone 200 yuan.
The request is too large!
But the girl in front of me looks too young.
It's very awkward, especially the way this girl takes out the money, she's so stingy.
So when the old man counted out the stacks of RMB to him, he felt something like, "Uncomfortable!" Just like Bi Yue's attire: androgynous, with short hair and a men's cotton-padded jacket, yet able to ride a bicycle and carry a large sum of money.
Bi Yue raised her chin proudly: "Tsk, sir, if you can't finish it, you have to give me five hundred, and I will be there in no time, to support you!"
There was a big bag tied to the back seat and another big bag hanging on the handlebars. In order to fix the big bag on the handlebars and prevent it from swinging and affecting the riding, Bi Yue held one piece of rope with her teeth, and with the other piece of rope, she flipped it with her two little hands and tied a loose knot to fix it very flexibly.
She stepped onto the beam, turned her head and smiled at the old master again, then she pushed hard on her small black leather shoes whose heels had been worn crooked for a long time, pedaled the bike and started walking.
The old master stood at the door and squinted his eyes, listening to the back of the cyclist in the distance:
"I'm going to drive the car onto the Fifth Ring Road. Hurry up and drive the car onto the Fifth Ring Road. I don't care about anything else. I'm going to drive onto the Fifth Ring Road! Gogogo, let's go!"
Even though she skipped classes, she was still heartless.
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"Dad, I twisted my ankle, both of my ankles!"
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on the bed sheets and quilt covers hanging in Bi Tielin's bedroom.
She was startled when she pushed the door open just now.
It was a nice bedroom, but there was a long rope in the middle, stretching from the door to the wall. Dripping sheets and quilt covers were hung on it, and there were several basins underneath to collect the water.
It was a clean, bright, and elegantly decorated room, but now it's been turned into a clothes drying room...
There was no other way. This was the only room in the house with a telephone, so she could only sneak in when Bi Tielin was not at home.
Liang Xiaoxiao held the phone and rolled her eyes at the bed sheet. She was mad at her father:
"You're really good! I twisted both my feet, and there's a big swelling on my ankle. I can't get rid of it even with safflower oil.
Guess what happened? I went to the military hospital today to get my bones fixed. The doctor said my bones are dislocated. Doesn't that scare you? If they grow stronger, I'll have to have surgery to fix them later!
You actually heard me and asked me if I went to class? Which is more important, going to class or your daughter? "
Liang Xiaoxiao's father rubbed his forehead in the office. He was speechless for a moment after being questioned by his daughter.
He'd been incredibly busy lately, on the one hand trying to find connections to buy a house at a lower price, and on the other hand simply having too much work to do. Plus, his wife, Ding Li, had someone from her family come to stay in Kyoto for half a month.
There are so many things to do at home and outside that he hasn't asked about his eldest daughter for a long time.
"I'm sorry, Xiaoxiao. Daddy was busy and confused. As for your aunt... never mind, let's not talk about that. So how are you now? No, you're not in class? Then where are you calling from?"
Liang Xiaoxiao sighed inwardly, pretended not to mind, told the address, and made an appointment.
After Liang's father hung up the phone, he leaned back in his office chair and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiaoxiao was not unhappy with him as a father. The child had grown up and became more sensible.
He picked up the pen and was about to draw ink when he suddenly remembered something and stood up hurriedly. The unscrewed pen and the open ink bottle were scattered on the desk.
Liang's father put on his coat hurriedly. No, he had to go back and pack up before his eldest daughter came home.
Ding Li's cousin lived in her daughter's room. Ding Li had put away all her daughter's things, so he had to rush back to restore them. He also had to find an iron bed to set up in the living room, otherwise when Xiaoxiao came back, she would definitely have a big quarrel with Ding Li again!
…
Is it really like what Liang's father thought, that Liang Xiaoxiao doesn't mind? Is she really not disappointed in her father?
Liang Xiaoxiao was standing next to the bed sheet with a crutch. After hanging up the phone, she was in a daze for a long time.
How long had it been since she heard her father's voice? Even if it was just a quarrel like she had just had with him?
Just now, when she picked up the phone and heard her father's voice, her nose felt sore for a moment. She felt so vulnerable now.
She got into a fight at school, got beaten up, got scolded by the teacher, and the school called her parents. Where was her father? He didn't know...
How long has it been since she moved out of the dormitory? Where is she now? I'm afraid her father may not know if she didn't call today.
Haha, Liang Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly.
If one day she disappears in the city of Kyoto, will her father be slow to realize it?
Perhaps because she was too lost in thought, Liang Xiaoxiao didn't realize that someone was opening the door outside with a file bag tucked under his arm.
"careful!!"
"ah!"
Bi Tielin rushed forward in two quick steps, picked up Liang Xiaoxiao along with his crutches, and lifted them off the ground, turning around.
Liang Xiaoxiao, who was caught in the man's bedroom, turned her head stiffly and slowly and looked at Bi Tielin. The two faces were so close that they could even hear each other's breathing.
The fragrance of a young girl...
The clean smell of soapberry...
Liang Xiaoxiao was stunned. She looked at herself in Bi Tielin's dark eyes seriously and attentively.
Bi Tielin's heart began to beat wildly again. He looked at the hairs on Liang Xiaoxiao's face and the pink lips that he could touch if he just lowered his head... (To be continued.)
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