The signboard was gone.
When Old Feng returned to this old house, he couldn't see the signboard in front of the door anymore.
He used to be a tailor, so he partitioned off the living room where he lived, and used it as a place to measure and sew clothes for his customers.
Because there were still many finished products displayed in the front of the living room, the living space was naturally much smaller.
But Old Feng only took care of his daughter when she was still in primary school. Although this space was not big, they could always find a place to play.
Although the signboard was gone, Old Feng still found the key in the gap above the iron gate … When he touched the key, Old Feng had a moment of joy.
But soon this joy was washed away by melancholy.
The lock was still the same, and so was the key. It seemed that nothing had changed. The only thing that had changed was that there was no one living here anymore.
No one had come here … and Xia Man might not come back either.
Sitting on the dusty old leather sofa, Old Feng looked around the room and the clothes hangers with complete sets of clothes on them.
They were like bushes of grass.
Old Feng suddenly burst into laughter.
He remembered what happened when Xia Man was still a child.
He remembered that his daughter always hid behind those clothes. You didn't know when she would suddenly jump out from somewhere and rush to you.
In this small and narrow space, his daughter used to ride on his shoulder, and the father and daughter walked through every inch of this small house.
And there were some shallow scratches at the corner of the corridor of this small house.
They were scratched every half a year.
Old Feng squatted here and touched these scratches. These were made by him, which proved that Xia Man had grown taller.
Old Feng didn't turn on the light all night.
Although he also felt strange why the water and electricity were not cut off after leaving for so many years. When he turned on the tap, the tap water was like dirty water, full of rusty smell.
The reason why he didn't turn on the light was that he didn't want people to know that there were still people living here … although it had been more than ten years and the people living here had already moved away.
When he returned, he bumped into some people he knew back then, but it seemed that … they didn't recognize him. Perhaps, they never thought that Old Feng, who was not supposed to be here, would be able to walk freely here.
But it was better to be careful.
But Old Feng made up his mind to clean up the dust in the house and the tools that he used to make a living.
He was a tailor. Even though he hadn't touched some things for more than ten years, he couldn't just throw them away.
Everything here was the same as everything he had been able to remember during this period of time.
Old Feng was busy until midnight. He fell asleep unconsciously … This was the first time he had a good sleep in the past ten years.
For some reason, Old Feng didn't want to get up when the sun shone on him.
Even though he had been used to waking up on time all these years.
Old Feng looks at the time. It's almost 10 am.
It was unbelievable … But at this moment, Old Feng heard a knock on the door before he washed his face.
This made his heart skip a beat … What kind of person would come back to this place?
There shouldn't be anyone here.
Old Feng knew that he was able to get out because of the mysterious shop, but he didn't know what happened in prison.
Maybe the prison had found out that he was missing, or maybe … someone came to catch him!
He couldn't guarantee that the shop would be able to protect him forever. Old Feng picked up his tailor's scissors and held it tightly in his hand. He walked to the door of the house.
The knocking became louder and louder. He heard a man saying, "Excuse me, is anyone here? Is anyone here? "
Old Feng frowned and approached the small hole on the door, wanting to see who was standing outside.
He … Why was he here?
Old Feng didn't feel that he couldn't see clearly who was standing outside the door … It was his daughter's fiancé!
"Excuse me, is anyone here?"
Old Feng gritted his teeth. He knew that it was best if he didn't say anything. Maybe Zhou Zihao would leave … But he couldn't stop himself from saying anything.
He wanted to know, he wanted to understand this man … the man his daughter had chosen, what kind of man was he.
He wanted to personally experience this young man's character.
"Who's outside?" Old Feng said in a low voice.
He knew that he was taking a great risk by speaking here … He might expose himself as an escapee.
But he had already thrown caution to the wind. His innate instinct as a father was driving him.
"That's great! Someone is here! " Zhou Zihao, who was standing in front of the door, revealed a smile. "When I went upstairs, I thought there was no one living here. I didn't expect there to be someone here!"
"What's the matter?"
Zhou Zihao said to the old door, "Oh, here's the thing. Are you the tailor here? I heard there was a tailor here who was very good at his work. I'm going to get married, so I want to find a good tailor to make a good wedding dress for my fiancée! "
"You … How do you know this place?"
"I saw it on the Internet." Zhou Zihao didn't hide it, "Actually, this place is too remote. It doesn't even have a shop sign. If someone didn't mention it on the Internet, I wouldn't have found it. "
On the Internet?
Strange … Old Feng frowned as he sensed something.
However, he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and opened the wooden door. He looked at the young man outside the iron gate and said indifferently, "Come in first and we'll talk."
"OK!"
Zhou Zihao walked in with a trace of expectation … As soon as he entered the door, he saw a variety of Chinese clothes in the living room.
There was also a workbench set up here, a very old-looking sewing machine, some rulers, needles, scissors …
Zhou Zihao grew up overseas and rarely came into contact with these things that seemed to exude the smell of age.
They were like old silhouettes, spreading out in his line of sight one by one.
"What's your name?" Zhou Ziling asked politely.
"I …" Old Feng looked at Zhou Zihao and sat down, "My surname is Zhou."
When Old Feng said this, he apologized to his brother in prison and temporarily borrowed his surname.
"Master Zhou." Zhou Zihao was stunned and then smiled, "I didn't expect that we have the same surname! My surname is Zhou, Zhou Zihao! "
"Zihao, Zihao, Zhou Zihao." Old Feng murmured the name several times and nodded, "Well, the name is not bad, and your appearance is not bad."
Zhou Zihao suddenly felt that this Master Zhou's gaze was a bit strange … God knew what this strange gaze was about. He was just thinking that perhaps these old masters all had some weird tempers.
"You said … you want me to make a wedding dress for your fiancée, right?" Old Feng stared at Zhou Zihao and asked.
Zhou Zihao nodded, "Yes! My fiancée likes Chinese-style wedding dresses, but some designers we found didn't seem to be satisfied with them. That's why I'm thinking of looking for an old master like you. Maybe you can do it. "
"Since you want to make a wedding dress, why don't you bring your fiancée here?"
Zhou Zihao scratched his head and smiled shyly, "I want to give her a surprise. To tell you the truth, I came here secretly without telling her. I don't want her to be unhappy if she doesn't like it. "
Old Feng stared at Zhou Zihao for a while and nodded, "Well, you are not bad."
Zhou Zihao felt that he had seen this gaze somewhere before … It was similar to the first time he met his fiancée's parents, Uncle and Auntie from the Tao Family.
"Uh … By the way, Old Master, do you have any pictures or something like that here?"
In order to avoid embarrassment, Zhou Zihao hurriedly said, "I want to take some back and see if my fiancée is interested in them … Uh, I mean the pictures of the wedding dress? You should have them. Is it convenient? "
"Wait for me." Old Feng nodded and walked to the front of the workbench.
But after thinking for a while, he didn't take out the old album.
Instead, he sat down and took out a piece of paper. After pondering for a while, he used a colored pen to draw on the paper.
After a while, Old Feng took the manuscripts to Zhou Zihao. "This is the style. Take it back and let your fiancée have a look. If she likes it, you can come to me. "
"Well, I will!" Zhou Zihao glanced at it casually, but he felt that there was nothing special about it … Or maybe he didn't know much about it.
"But, I have a condition." Old Feng said slowly, "If you want me to make a wedding dress for you, you have to come by yourself next time and don't tell anyone where I live."
"This …" Zhou Zihao was stunned. He muttered, "Master, let's make it clear. You can't guarantee that my fiancée will like this kind of thing, right?"
Old Feng looked at Zhou Zihao and said, "She will like it."
"Let's see." Zhou Zihao didn't agree immediately.
Old Feng said, "Remember, if you want to find me, you have to come to this place alone and don't tell anyone where I live. Otherwise, you won't find me again. "
Zhou Zihao didn't care.
Sure enough, these old men and old masters all had weird personalities.
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After the last day of August, the city became sunny again a few days later.
It was said that there was a typhoon and rain a few days ago.
It was rare to have such good weather. For the freshmen who were about to start school, it was like a good omen.
The girl walked out of the station with a big luggage bag. She saw many young people with school signs standing there. They should be the seniors who helped the freshmen.
But she didn't ask them immediately. Instead, she walked to the third exit and stood there quietly, as if she was waiting for someone.
The little girl looked around and her gaze suddenly stopped. Her lips moved slightly, revealing a trace of surprise.
She didn't wait for the person she had promised, but another person she didn't have an appointment with … an unexpected person.
It was a young guest who came to her family's holiday house during the summer vacation.
Lui Yiyun saw Luoqiu at the third exit.
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