REMIX

Because the shocking jump in the morning made my butt hurt, I changed several sitting positions in the car seat before I could sit steadily, looking out the car window, my head was distracted like running out of breath.

The past two days have been like time travel.

I looked at the guy driving next to me, thinking that he had already consolidated his status as a "secret crush" over the years, and one day he suddenly became a "real lover", which made me feel uncomfortable.

I even think he is joking with me. After all, I can only look up to the world he lives in, and he is just for fun. When the novelty is over, or at any moment when I am still obsessed with it, he is calm and polite. Tell me that he is still him and I am still me.

It seems that this is in line with reality.

But if it's all true—

"What do you think?"

Unexpectedly, my train of thought was interrupted by his voice, and I subconsciously shook my head, "It's nothing, I'm distracted."

He didn't reply immediately, and only changed the subject a few seconds later, "Ah, here we are."

This is a much quieter street than the downtown area. When I get out of the car door, there are only a few pedestrians on both sides of the road. The store Gong Junye pointed out to me is the one behind. A tailor shop of three indifferent figures.

That's right, a tailor's shop.Even when I saw it at first glance, I wondered if it was the kind of private collection where the owner had a remote hobby.

Gong Junye pushed open the carved wooden door, and I followed into the narrow front hall, a girl in a lace shirt was standing at the counter, with a pair of small round glasses on her nose, she raised her head when she heard the ringing bell , "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

He was 1 serious, "My face is the appointment."

The girl blinked, smiled charmingly, and yelled upstairs, "Boss!"

"coming."

The one who agreed was also a woman, but her voice was far less sweet than the one in front of me. I am more sensitive to voices than people, so I somehow sketched out a female image in my mind using Xia Jie as the prototype.When all the voices were heard, a woman with ear-length short hair bent down and walked down the stairs inside the front desk. Her two long legs were imposing, her white shirt was tied with black suspenders, and a measuring tape was wrapped around her hand. Swinging back and forth, the ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes poked in front of me like an awl, and they were about the same size as me.

"You," her eyes gesticulated all over my body like a ruler, but it was Gong Junye who asked. "make clothes?"

"uh-huh?"

The woman got this answer which was not an answer, she put a measuring tape around my neck, and led me to the back room.Gong Junye laughed heartlessly after us, I was completely dumbfounded.

The tape measure originally had such a chic purpose.

I knew that my appearance must be funny, and I was at the mercy of others. The woman took me to the mirror standing on three sides, and measured my height, shoulder width, waist circumference, neck circumference, leg length and arm length with super fast efficiency. During this process, I turned around once and got a glimpse of the entire room, the accessories grid that filled the entire wall, sewing equipment, handmade semi-finished products hanging on the wall, and dustproof cloths carefully placed on the hangers ; while Gong Junye was sitting on the fabric sofa at the other end of the room drinking tea, on the table was a set of extremely exquisite tea sets, the cup he was holding had white patterns, a gilded edge, a Holding the small saucer in his hand, his legs are crossed, and there is a straight line from the knee to the tip of the shoe.

For the first time in my life, I was dazzled by the breath of luxury.I think I'm right, we are in two very different worlds, with backgrounds, experiences, and lifestyles, none of which can find common ground.

Not to mention a suit of clothes, the most common things in his eyes are luxury enjoyment for me.

I suddenly don't like myself like this.

When the woman copied some numbers in a notebook, the phone outside the door rang, and it sounded like she was going to connect.

Before she left, she put the tape measure in my hand and called out, "My surname is Gong, come here and do me a favor. Measure the cuffs and trousers."

"Yes Yes."

Gong Junye drew the tone, and waited for the woman to close the door and leave us in this room, he walked over, stood close to me, took the leather rope from my hand, wrapped it around his wrist lightly, Calculate the size with your fingertips.

I suddenly didn't know how to face him calmly, but I urgently needed him to say something to me. Both of them lowered their heads, and his work didn't stop, but I could only see him opening and closing slightly lips.

"Summer break."

he called me.I nodded sullenly and agreed, "Yeah."

"From today," he said, "you'll learn how to tell me about yourself."

"It might be a little hard, at first."

He asked me to turn around, I was facing the mirror, and I saw him standing behind me, stretching the measuring tape in his hand from the nape of the neck to the waist, and his fingers put it vertically on the tailbone, the position was somewhat Ambiguous, I trembled unconsciously, the eyes of the two met in the mirror.

"Tell me what you think," he seemed to sigh, smoothing the corners of his mouth a little bit, "otherwise I'm so stupid, I wouldn't be able to guess."

I held the book in the palm of my hand and watched him write numbers on it one by one. When I held the pen, my finger bones protruded, as if I was concentrating on it. Looking at it, my heart felt like a thawed river flowing in my heart.

I said, I will.

After counting all the data for tailoring the clothes, the female boss gave us a date and asked us to pick up the finished clothes on that day.

Gong Junye signed the bill, paid half of the deposit according to the rules, and then led me out of the store.

The room is cool, contrasted with the scorching sun on the street, I covered my brow bone with my hand, and said casually, the boss is pretty and has good craftsmanship, don't you have a companion?

Yes, I have.Gong Junye seemed to want to reveal some secret to me, he winked at me, the one at the counter is the proprietress.

I tried to look in again, but the door was closed.

It was so hot that it made people lose their appetite. We both found a quiet place to sit for a while, ate two baked rice, and during the rest, his mobile phone was almost blown up.

I comforted him with a spoon in my mouth, "There are always two or three days every month."

He was speechless, "Xia Xi, I found that you are so weak."

"Then we'll be even."

I looked at my watch and said while thinking, "If you're busy, go early. I'll go back to school later, we'll be at the intersection over there..."

"No." He cut off my words, "Not busy."

Holding his chin, he interpreted the expression of "talking nonsense with eyes open" very sincerely.