"Mei Mei, today I …"
"Xiaoman, I have something to do today. I have to leave early."
"But, didn't we make an appointment …"
"My mom is coming to pick me up. Goodbye … "
"Oh … OK."
Feng Xiaman hung her hands on the shoulder straps of her schoolbag and lowered her head. She said to herself, 'It's nice to have parents to pick me up from school.'
If it was a month ago, there would probably be someone standing in front of the school gate waiting for him right now, right?
Although it was a very rough hand, it was still a very big hand. It was always able to hold her small hand tightly.
Feng Xiaman walked through the crowd. She had to walk quickly. But no matter how fast she walked, she could still hear some voices.
"Don't talk to her tomorrow, okay?" A parent said.
"If she wants to play with you, remember to say you are busy, okay? If she doesn't give in, just tell the teacher! "Another parent who was picking up their child from school also spoke to their child in the same manner.
There were also … similar words, but they were even harsher.
"Don't play with a murderer's child. You are a good kid, she is a bad kid."
Yes, there would always be such cases. To put it bluntly.
She could only forcefully cover her ears and quickly run around the corner … to escape from all of this.
…
"Xiaman, Xiaman? Xiaman? "
"Ah? What's wrong? "
Tao Xiaman was stunned and looked at her fiancé, who was also her college classmate in Los Angeles. They knew each other and fell in love with each other. Unconsciously, they were about to enter the wedding hall.
"What's wrong? The designer is asking you a question. " Her fiancé, Zhou Zihao, smiled and said, "She's asking you, what do you think of this dress?"
"Oh … sorry, I was distracted." Tao Xiaman looked at the designer apologetically.
The designer, who was in his thirties and had a family of his own, gave an understanding smile. "It's okay. It's easy for girls to be absent-minded before marriage. When I got married several years ago, I was also nervous and often distracted. At this time, Mr. Zhou, you must coax your future wife well. "
Zhou Zihao smiled as he looked at his fiancée with a face full of happiness and satisfaction.
The designer continued, "Miss Tao, according to your request, I have produced three sets of design drawings. What do you think?"
Tao Xiaman looked at the design drawings in her hand and remembered that she was absent-minded when she was looking at the second one.
"Well … I want to think about it." Tao Xiaman hesitated for a while and said.
The designer gave a start, "Miss Tao, you don't like this traditional Chinese wedding dress?"
"No …" Tao Xiaman hurriedly waved her hands, "It's really beautiful, but I still want to think about it."
"I see …" The designer smiled. "That's true. After all, it's a matter of a lifetime. Of course, it needs to be considered carefully. How about this, Miss Tao? I'll go back and change it. What do you think? "
"Thank you." Tao Xiaman nodded.
Zhou Zihao held Tao Xiaman's hand and walked out of the store to the parking lot. He suddenly asked softly, "Xiaman? Are you not feeling well? You don't look very well. "
Tao Xiaman shook her head, "Maybe it's because I just came back."
"Well, have a good rest." Zhou Zihao didn't think too much … He didn't sleep well last night.
Although he had been back for more than a week.
Zhou Zihao opened the car door for Tao Xiaman and said, "But I thought you would like this traditional dress."
"Why do you say so?" Tao Xiaman asked curiously.
Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "Do you remember last year's Christmas? Didn't we walk past a clothing store the other day? I saw you staring at a cheongsam and couldn't walk away. This designer was introduced to me by one of my seniors, so I told him to try a Chinese wedding dress. I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect that you would be unhappy. "
Tao Xiaman was moved, patting Zhou Zihao's hands, "I'm not unhappy. I like Chinese wedding dress, but … "
"But what?"
"It's hard for a girl to find a Chinese wedding dress that she really likes." Tao Xiaman shook her head, "I don't want to compromise …"
"Well … you're right." Zhou Zihao nodded slowly. "How about this? We still have some time anyway. If this doesn't work, let's look for something else. By the way, when will uncle and aunt come back? "
"Next week."
The car left slowly.
The old man didn't dare to make a sound. Only after the car had completely left did he choose to walk out. He had never been so excited for so many years.
The joy of seeing Xiaman and the restraint of not being able to recognize her made him feel tormented at the same time.
But Old Feng took one last look at this clothing store. For him, it was still a good store.
His daughter was about to get married.
There was nothing better than this for a father.
…
Old Feng quickly put on his hat and mask and left the place.
He didn't know how he left the high wall.
The only thing he knew was that he was standing on the street when he came to his senses.
He didn't wear prison clothes, but a set of casual clothes with some money in his pocket. Not much, just a few hundred yuan.
Then, he saw the girl being led out of the car by the boy and walking into the store … The moment he saw the girl, Old Feng knew that she was his daughter.
It was an innate feeling, and it couldn't be wrong.
Old Feng even found a note with an address in his pocket — Tao Xiaman's address.
He had learned from the employees of the welfare agency that the family that had adopted his daughter had the surname Tao.
Old Feng felt that he encountered the most mysterious thing in the world … But even if it was just a dream, he was willing to be trapped in it.
He didn't want to wake up.
Perhaps, he should cherish this little time and go to Tao Xiaman's address to see his grown-up daughter.
But after a long time of melancholy, Old Feng decided to go back to his home first.
That old house.
…
…
In the evening, Zhou Zihao calmed down after talking with Tao Xiaman on the phone.
He loved this girl more than anything else.
He tried his best to give her the best things.
Although this was a wedding banquet held here, it was mainly for the relatives and friends of the couple. After the wedding, they would settle down abroad.
Zhou Zihao could not fall asleep. Firstly, it was because of jet lag. Secondly, it was because of what happened during the day.
Zhou Zihao started to browse Zhihu to see if there were any posts about gowns in this city.
After half an hour, he still didn't find what he was looking for.
Zhou Zihao just wanted to give it a try. He posted a question himself: Where can I find an experienced Chinese Cheongsam master with good craftsmanship?
Of course, he was just giving it a try. He didn't expect to get an answer immediately.
Zhou Zihao laughed and turned off the lights. He planned to have a good rest … Unexpectedly, there was a message notification.
His post actually received a reply. Zhou Zihao immediately turned on the light.
A D named LQ wrote, "I heard that more than ten years ago, there was a very good tailor who specialized in customizing clothes like cheongsams for people. He lived at Jihua Road, No.33. I don't know if he is still there. You can go and have a look."
"More than a decade ago?" Zhou Zihao was stunned. After thinking for a while, he got up and wrote down the address on the sticky note.
…
When he woke up the next day, Zhou Zihao rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have slept well last night. He felt full of energy today.
He glanced at the note he had written on the bedside table. After thinking for a while, he called his fiancée.
"Hello, Xiaman, I have a dinner date with some old classmates, so I can't accompany you this afternoon." Zhou Zihao apologized, "We talked about it last night. It was too late, so I didn't bother you."
"Oh, it doesn't matter. You haven't come back for a long time, so you should meet your old classmates. I have a report to finish, so I don't have time to go out today. Be careful on the road, especially when driving. The lanes here are different from those in Los Angeles. "
Zhou Ziling chatted for a while more before he tidied himself up and drove out.
The destination shown on the car's GPS was: Jihua Road, Second Lane, No.33.
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