Old Feng remembered the last time he took an elevator, it was before the development of this city. At that time, the elevators were not as advanced and quiet as the ones he was seeing now.
The 27th floor was not a short distance.
There is still some time left. Old Feng looks at the steel plates inside the elevator. It was smooth enough to reflect a person's figure.
Old Feng had tidied himself up many times before he went out, but he couldn't help looking at that vague figure. He adjusted his bow tie and tried to see if his hair was messy.
He had never been so nervous before.
When the elevator rang, Old Feng took a deep breath and put on a mask that could be bought from an ordinary pharmacy. He adjusted his newly bought glasses and walked to a house and pressed the doorbell.
He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat. It was very clear. He clenched and relaxed his fists. He didn't know if his hands were wet.
This short wait felt like time had been slowed down infinitely until the door was finally opened.
"Ah, Mr. Zhou, you're on time!" Zhou Zihao opened the door and looked at the old man, "Why are you wearing a mask?"
Old Feng said in a hoarse voice, "I caught a cold. But it's OK. "
"Zihao, is the old man here?" Tao Xiaman also appeared behind Zhou Zihao. She looked at the old master with a smile and tilted her head slightly. She had an indescribable feeling.
"Don't just stand there. Come in," Zhou Zihao said.
Tao Xiaman nodded, "Are you Mr. Zhou? Have a seat, I'll get you a cup of tea. "
"No, it's fine." Old Feng said in a low voice, "My throat is uncomfortable, I'll drink less today … I'll leave after the measurement."
Tao Xiaman didn't care about that and welcomed him with a smile. Zhou Zihao pushed her from behind and said, "It took me a lot of effort to find this old man. Don't embarrass him."
Tao Xiaman rolled her eyes at her fiancé.
She looked back at the old man and found that he was staring at her. When their eyes met, he moved his eyes away and began to organize the leather case in his hands.
"I haven't seen these old-fashioned things for a long time." Tao Xiaman was a bit absent-minded.
"Right? It's very interesting." Zhou Zihao smiled, "You don't know, there are more in this old man's house. I don't want to leave. It's old-fashioned. "
"Really? I want to see it if I have the chance. "Tao Xiaman smiled.
Old Feng coughed and walked over with a ruler in his hand. He lowered his head and said, "Let's start. Turn around, I'll measure your height first. "
Tao Xiaman turned around.
Old Feng slowly bent down and put down one end of the ruler. He seemed to be very attentive, his fingers pinching the scales on the ruler inch by inch, looking at the numbers one by one.
Then he wrote down one word with great effort.
"Open your arms, I'll measure your sleeves."
Tao Xiaman opened her arms and smiled at her fiancé, "Do you know what I'm talking about? It's so great to have it made for me … By the way, Mr. Zhou, can you make it in time? It took you a long time to make a handmade phoenix gown. "
"Don't worry, I'll make it in time."
"Thank you for your hard work." Tao Xiaman said gratefully … She knew how long it took to make a handmade phoenix gown.
As a businessman, he would give such an answer to a customer's question. But somehow, Tao Xiaman had a feeling that it was more like a declaration than a promise.
It was strange … but she felt that way before.
After a while.
"I'm done. I'll get the finished product as soon as possible. Then I'll bring it for you to try on and make some modifications." Old Feng turned around and said softly while organizing his tools.
Tao Xiaman looked at his back and asked, "Mr. Zhou … have I seen you somewhere before?"
Old Feng's hand stiffened, but he soon recovered.
"This place is neither big nor small. Maybe you've been here before."
"You're right." Tao Xiaman smiled. She also felt that she asked a silly question.
But she couldn't hold back and asked another question … Subconsciously, she almost blurted it out, "Master Zhou, how many years have you been a tailor?"
"It's been a few decades."
"Do you know a tailor? He made cheongsams for people. His surname is Feng. "Tao Xiaman paused," A long time ago. "
"I don't know him." Old Feng didn't turn back, "Since you know an old tailor, why do you ask me for help?"
Tao Xiaman waved her hands, "Mr. Zhou, you misunderstood me. I don't have a problem with you, I'm just asking on behalf of someone else … I really like the manuscripts you drew, really! Really! Besides, I think Mr. Feng hasn't been a tailor for a long time. "
"I'll make the samples as soon as possible and inform you in advance if I have any news."
Old Feng packed up his toolbox and left without looking back. He didn't need to see him off.
The journey from here was as long as the journey from here.
…
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? "
Looking at Xia Man standing alone on the balcony overlooking the city, Zhou Zihao gently hugged her from behind.
"Nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Tao Xiaman said softly.
"Are you still thinking about Mr. Zhou?"
"Kind of … I don't know if his products are good or not."
"Is it like what the designer said, girls who are close to their wedding are nervous?" Zhou Zihao rested his head on Tao Xiaman's shoulder and asked, "You're absent-minded these days."
"You're nervous." Tao Xiaman shook her head, "Zihao … What will you do if I hide something from you?"
"Well …" Zhou Zihao thought for a while, "What else do you want to hide from me? You've told me that you were adopted by Uncle Tao since we met. "
"But you don't know what happened before that, do you?"
"I'm not interested in that." Zhou Zihao said, "In other words, I'm not interested in it before you share it with me. Because … "
He turned Tao Xiaman around and said softly, "I know you're my beloved Xiaman, so there's no problem."
"Sweet talk." Tao Xiaman shook her head and leaned on his chest, "Give me some time …"
…
…
"Well, this old man is really good at cooking."
Miss Maid was looking at the dusty clothes hanging on the hanger … in this old house.
Of course, the owner of this house had already left.
Luoqiu knew You Ye's character very well … Actually, she was very picky about food. In her long life, she had probably seen too many beautiful things. Naturally, the things that were pleasing to her eyes would gradually decrease with time.
"Then let's try it." Boss Luo said suddenly.
Miss Maid turned around and looked at her master confusedly.
Luo Qiu smiled and said, "That old man won't come back so soon. It's not a problem to wear it."
You Ye chose a plain white cheongsam with a square front, and then pulled open the simple curtain for guests to change their clothes.
Luo Qiu began to flip through the things here. The clothes, the manuscripts, the scissors here, the sewing machine here … There were shallow scratches at the corner of the wall.
The club boss closed his eyes slowly.
He could hear the laughter that had once resounded here. He came to the wall and looked at the photos on the wall.
Maybe it was Old Feng's habit. Every time he finished a customer's clothes, he would let the customer wear the new clothes and leave a silhouette here.
The photos were yellowed, but they were wiped … In fact, this place was very clean when he came in.
While looking at it, Luo Qiu reached out and gently took down a picture that was stuck on the wall.
At the same time, he heard the sound of the curtain being pulled open. He knew You Ye was behind him … She must be very beautiful, right?
But Boss Luo didn't look back. He just looked at the photo with a gentle smile.
"Master, this is?" Miss Maid glanced at the photo and found the woman's smile was very beautiful.
She was a gentle woman.
"My mother."
Luoqiu said softly, "She came here before. This is the dress she wore when she married my father. I still have a photo of them in my old house … So she also made the wedding dress here. "
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