The Plow

The cheongsam is still the same cheongsam.

Yue Dingtang didn't even take a closer look just now.

Before Yue Chunxiao went abroad, cheongsams were custom-made according to spring, summer, autumn and winter. The latest patterns and textures that are popular in each season must be at the forefront of fashion in Shanghai. Compared with her luxurious and splendid cheongsams in different colors , the one in front of me is really not eye-catching at all.

However, Yue Dingtang seemed to have suddenly discovered its beauty.

Light blue, like blue after rain, extraordinarily clear and bright.

Elegant orchids, embroidered on the top of the cheongsam, add a bit of style to the dress.

Perhaps, the most important thing is the man in the cheongsam.

Ling Shu's expression was a little awkward.

No matter how awkward you are, you can't stop others from being amazed.

He is thin and tall, so it's hard for Lao Yuan to find such a cheongsam, which is just right for Ling Shu to put on, and then use a pin to trim his waist, so that people can ignore the unnaturalness that men are more masculine and tough than women. Focus all your attention on that face.

Yue Dingtang knew that he was born well, but only at this moment did he have a more real understanding.

Just like a bunch of fireworks suddenly exploded in the night sky, even if it is fleeting, it will leave a long-lasting afterimage in front of my eyes, which will last for a long time.

The time of heaven and earth, passing by against the road, countless past events are staged on them one by one, but in the end, only the person in front of them is the real existence.

Yue Dingtang once regretted, doubted, worried, and even tried.

But in the end, from the moment he saw him again in the secret passage, from the moment he confirmed that the two survived the catastrophe for the rest of their lives, he felt that nothing was important.

As long as this person is still alive, everything will clear up and light will return.

"That does not work."

Yue Dingtang said suddenly.

"It's too conspicuous, and it's easy to attract youngsters. If we are targeted, we have to find a way to settle it. It's even more troublesome. We keep a low profile along the way, and we must not let anything happen."

Lao Yuan rubbed his chin, thinking it made sense.

"But he's thin-skinned and tender-skinned. He's good-looking. At most, he can paint his face black. If he's ugly, it's easy for people to notice his tall figure. This is not a good thing."

Yue Dingtang said: "You don't need to be ugly on purpose, but you can make him look fatter, make his forehead wider, his skin tone darker, his eyebrows darker, and there is no need for lip gloss."

"Let me try it!" Lao Yuan had a flash of inspiration, "By the way, glasses!"

He stooped to rummage through boxes and boxes.

"Strange, where did I put the glasses?"

"Is this pair okay?"

Yue Dingtang took out the silver-rimmed glasses in his pocket and handed them over.

He is a little short-sighted, but not deep. He usually wears them habitually. Today, in order to play his role as a firewood clerk, he took off his glasses and put them on his body.

Lao Yuan glanced back, "No, it's too fashionable!"

Yue Dingtang: ...

Lao Yuan continued to rummage without raising his head.

"I want black-rimmed glasses. Yours looks more abrupt when you wear them. I want him to be less conspicuous, but not too special...I have it!"

He really rummaged through the bottom of the box to find a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and stuffed it to Ling Shu.

"Hurry up, try it on!"

Ling Shu: "Why do I get dizzy when I put it on?"

Lao Yuan: "Normally, these are the old man's reading glasses."

Ling Shu: ...

Lao Yuan: "Follow the matter urgently, if there is nothing else, just pull it down, look out of the corner of your eye, don't stare at the lens, you can take it off when there is no one on the train."

His eyes were uncomfortable, and Ling Shu had to squint slightly. Behind the black-rimmed glasses, he lacked the bright and sharpness, and indeed he was not so dazzling.

Lao Yuan tidied up his wig again and put it in a bun. He looked like a educated woman who had gone to school.

"Let's say that when the time comes, let Fu Ling go to Beijing. You are my nephews, and you will go with me to settle down in Beijing." He pointed at Yue Dingtang, "You have already received a letter of appointment from a certain middle school, and you are going to teach. "

The finger moved to Lingshu again: "Your family is a scholarly family, and you have also studied. You and your husband will take care of the daily life."

Ling Shu: ...

He was sure he had fallen into a pit.

And still can't climb out for the time being.

Ling Shu smashed the jar and said coolly, "Then am I pretending to be dumb all the way, or what?"

Lao Yuan waved his hand: "Whatever you want, just don't show your flaws, put on your coat, don't show your Adam's apple, yes, earrings, you haven't worn earrings yet!"

Ling Shu: "Before I say something, I don't have my ears pierced, and there are some girls who have gone to school who don't have their ears pierced."

Lao Yuan: "Although you have been to school, you still have a traditional temperament, otherwise you would never wear such a long robe. Don't be afraid, I have prepared ear clips for your ears. You don't need to pierce your ears. I have to do it myself. Wear."

After finishing speaking, he took out a pair of pearl ear clips, raised his orchid fingers to clip his ears, looked at the mirror left and right, and said with satisfaction: "This is the end of the matter, come on, it's your turn."

Ling Shu: ...

Yue Dingtang was also slightly changed by Lao Yuan, who also suppressed his rich and noble temperament, trying to get closer to the ordinary as much as possible.

If the melon skin hat is replaced by a civilized hat, the gentleness can still be preserved, and it can be regarded as a real performance.

Without further ado, the three of them packed up all the boxes and cages, and hurried down the mountain.

After spending some money, playing the signboard of Jin's house, and the pass given by Deputy Mayor Jin, he entered the city easily.

Someone had already opened the small door of the Jin family and waited for them. Vice Mayor Jin didn't come out to greet them in person, so Lao Yuan and the others felt more at ease, otherwise it would be too easy to make people suspicious.

The two Jin family members who accompanied them, although they both had the surname Jin, were actually Han Chinese. One was about fifty or sixty, and the other was younger, but in his thirties or forties. After some discussion, Lao Yuan pretended to be an old man. Jin's wife, Xiao Jin is old Jin's nephew, so the five of them are all related.

The time was almost up, and the five of them drove to the train station, with the coffin followed by a single carriage.

Under the arrangement of Deputy Mayor Jin, the coffin was placed in a carriage alone, and it was in the carriage behind Lingshu and his third-class seats. Generally, when Xiaoxiao saw the coffin, he avoided it for fear, and it was impossible to search for it on purpose. .

Everything went smoothly, Ling Shu and the others each carried a suitcase, just like all travelers who left home, they were in a hurry and worried, and they didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the moment they sat down.

These days there is no seat arrangement on trains, they are all first come, first served, a few people got on early, and deliberately found the tail seat near the cargo compartment.

Lao Jin took out a few apples and distributed them to everyone.

"Come on, quench your thirst first, I'll bring a lot, tell me what you want to eat along the way."

Xiao Jin is a witty person who loves to make jokes, and when he heard this, he said, "Uncle, let's have a full banquet!"

Lao Jin laughed, and pointed at himself: "There is no banquet for Man Han, but there is one for the old man!"

Outside the window, several people in suits and leather shoes hurried past the person wearing a top hat in the middle, as if rushing to the first-class carriage.

If Ling Shu felt something, he said to himself: "Don't be the person surnamed Song who is also on the train with us?"

As soon as the words fell, Lao Yuan and Yue Dingtang almost spoke in unison——

"you shut up!"