Pure man and clever daughter-in-law

Xiang Jiacheng stopped his Mazda 6 and approached Xiang's clothing store.

It took him and Yuan Yinuo eight years to prepare this store from the beginning to its current scale.Yuan Yinuo called this—the eight-year war of resistance, "Look." He crossed his legs with a toothpick in his mouth, and hugged his chest with his bare arms: "I said it can be done, and it can be done. Persistence is victory. I heard that without?"

Yuan Yinuo, who was born in the military, has a courageous drive no matter what he does.At the beginning, he said to Xiang Jiacheng: "Just tell me, what do you want to do, I will help you do what you want to do, not only do it, but also do it!"

Now it's really done.

Perhaps it was the reunion with Zuo Tian that reminded Xiang Jiacheng of the past years, for some reason, standing in front of the unpretentious store, he felt a little emotional.

From the outside, this shop is nothing special.The location is good, in the bustling area of ​​Taiyuan Street.Anyone who lives in City S knows that Middle Street and Taiyuan Street are two very lush commercial streets. In comparison, Taiyuan Street is of a higher grade.Xiang Jiacheng's store can be called unremarkable, mixed in all kinds of signboards, it is not eye-catching and inconspicuous.Unless you are familiar with the face, or someone with a heart, it is not easy to notice this place.

At that time, some shop assistants felt that such a facade was too simple, but what Xiang Jiacheng disliked the most at that time was ostentation. "The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, take your time." When Xiang Jiacheng spoke, his expression was calm, but there was a bright smile in his eyes.He slightly raised his head and watched the workers hang the plaque of Xiang's clothing store on the lintel, and his smile blended perfectly with the autumn sun.This kind of Xiang Jiacheng has a kind of calmness full of confidence, and calm and elegant indifference.The female employees in the store all agreed that the boss Xiang was the most charming at this time.

There are not many employees in Xiang Jiacheng's store, counting the greeters and cleaners, there are only eight in total, including Xiang Jiacheng, three of them are tailors.When it comes to making clothes, people usually think of women, just as when it comes to cooking, they think of housewives.In fact, career and family are just the opposite. Most good cooks are men, and most good tailors are also men.In many areas, men can be more sensitive, more nuanced, more original, and more patient than women.

"Brother Xiang, what are you doing standing outside the door? Come in, it's so hot." Dandan, the receptionist at the front desk, pushed open the door and let Xiang Jiacheng into the store.

"How was the business yesterday?" Xiang Jiacheng asked as he walked in.

"It's not bad, it's pretty good." Maybe it's the boss who trains some employees, speaks slowly to Jiacheng, and even the little girl under him is as delicate and gentle as a lady walking out of a painting, chatting with you with a smile, making you feel Time has become long, without end.

Many people rushed over to make clothes. First, they liked Xiang Jiacheng's craftsmanship and thoughtfulness, but they couldn't do without the style of this small shop.Every store has its style, just like everyone has his character, usually a store is like a boss.In the middle of the bustling and busy city, there is a place that gives people the comfort and coziness like a spring breeze, which is incomparable even to the arty so-called teahouses and guild halls.To put it bluntly, those places are still a kind of transaction and stimulation, a kind of stereotyped alienation and politeness.Not Xiang Jiacheng, what Xiang Jiacheng is doing is not business, but friends.

Dandan took a few steps, caught up with Xiang Jiacheng, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiang, a gentleman surnamed Zuo came to see you, and he has been waiting for a while."

Xiang Jiacheng glanced at him for a moment: "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

The layout of Xiang's clothing store is different. Half of the first floor is the clothing room, and the other half is the reception room; the second floor is divided into two halves, and the other half is the archives. , one per person - this is what Xiang Jiacheng values ​​most.The other half is a spacious and bright reception room, where Xiang Jiacheng often comes to drink tea and chat with familiar guests.The tea and snacks may not be so delicate, but Xiang Jiacheng has this unique charm. When he chats with you, he will make you completely ignore other things and only pay attention to the person in front of you.The so-called empathy and Lan Xinhui's quality are nothing more than that.

Zuo Tian rushed over early in the morning.In fact, he didn't want to rush like this. He always seemed to be scrambling for something. In the Northeast dialect, it was too "high-stakes".He endured it for a day, but Xiang Jiacheng didn't call him.However, the appearance of Xiang Jiacheng when he stood in front of him always appeared repeatedly in his mind.

Zuo Tian called Cui Liang on Tuesday night.Cui Liang is a college student who has been taken care of by Zuo Tian for a whole year, he is obedient and sensible, occasionally making a little temper, Zuo Tian thinks it is just right.But when Cui Liang came over that night, Zuo Tiancai suddenly discovered that he looked like Xiang Jiacheng.Zuo Tian seemed to be awakened suddenly from a dream, half startled, suddenly lost interest, and threw money to Cui Liangliang to send him away.For the first time ever, he was lying on the bed alone, tossing and turning restlessly.Zuo Tian thought of his romantic affairs in these years, and remembered that the people around him changed one after another, they all looked like Xiang Jiacheng, to be precise, it was the Xiang Jiacheng from the college days that Zuo Tian remembered.

It turned out that this person was always in his heart, and he hid it so deeply.

Zuo Tian was moved once by his true feelings, and when he was moved once, he remembered his childhood sweetheart mentioned to Jiacheng.Long before coming here, Zuo Tian investigated Xiang Jiacheng and knew that he was living with another man.Although Zuo Tian had never met that person, he had already determined that he was just a cooked food seller, how could he be worthy of Xiang Jiacheng—that man who used to be high above, elegant, and as distant as moonlight?

To be honest, Zuo Tian didn't take Yuan Yinuo seriously at all. When people are confused, when they are in crisis, they will be accompanied by someone, so they think they can grow old forever.In fact, how many lovers has Zuo Tian met who can share weal and woe but cannot share sweetness and part ways or even resent each other?

Zuo Tian waited patiently for a whole day, but he didn't see Xiang Jiacheng's phone call.He is like a young man who has just fallen in love but can't figure out the temper of the other party. He can't read the documents or listen to the meeting. He wanders around in the office.Sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling, sometimes sighing, holding the slider phone, pushing it up and pulling it down, feeling itchy when you don’t want to call, and unwilling to call when you want to.The secretary thought the company was going to close down.

On Thursday morning, Zuo Tian couldn't bear this kind of torture, so he just drove over directly.One is to see Xiang Jiacheng again, and the other is to inquire about the other party's details.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles, Zuo Tian wants to see the scale of Xiang Jiacheng's clothing store.

When he got out of the car and took a look, he was a little disappointed, but he was actually glad that Xiang Jiacheng's shop was not very good, if anything, it would be really difficult to deal with.Zuo Tian has always wanted to be a person who gives charcoal in the snow. Carbon must be needed in the snow, otherwise how would he light a fire?Even if you can make a fire, it is forced and forced, with bitterness, bitterness, heartbreak, secular sarcasm, and exhaustion.

So, Zuo Tian walked into Xiang's clothing store with a judgmental, condescending, not arrogant but vaguely superior mentality.

The waiter at the front desk was very pretty, but the vermicelli in clear soup was not powdered, and he spoke slowly, with the gentleness and gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, like a character who appeared in an old version of "Dream of Red Mansions".

The waiter didn't ask if he was going to make clothes or what kind of clothes, he just followed Zuo Tian.It wasn't until Zuo Tian couldn't help but said: "Is your boss not here?" Then he replied softly: "He won't come in a while, you can go to his work room and wait."

Zuo Tian didn't want to wait, he still had something to do, but when he heard that it was Xiang Jiacheng's "working room", he stopped again and said, "Okay." Only after he went up to the second floor did he realize that this is a reception room, in the corner There are tea and snacks on the table, and on the other side is the platform where Xiang Jiacheng makes clothes.

Zuo Tian gently stroked the half-cut smooth thin woolen material, imagining the appearance of Xiang Jiacheng's slender white fingers comparing the cuts on it, the posture must be very sexy.

It's just that Zuo and Xiang Jiacheng didn't come, and they didn't come. Zuo Tian's secretary called four times to urge him, but he couldn't stay anymore. He stood up and was about to go downstairs when he heard Xiang Jiacheng's gentle and clear voice. : "Get Mr. Zuo's material ready, I will make it."

Zuo Tian stopped in his tracks, with an involuntary smile on his lips, he waited patiently for Xiang Jiacheng to go up to the second floor, and then said: "You made me wait."

"I'm really sorry, I haven't made your clothes yet, so you're not in a hurry." When Xiang Jiacheng was talking, he raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared from the corner of his eyes. It didn't look like an apology to the customer, but like It's teasing a friend.

Zuo Tian only felt that this sentence, this look, made him feel slightly unhappy when he met last time, and the impatience of waiting for such a long time disappeared, and he seemed to be a little happy for the distance between the two of them, so he hurriedly said : "No hurry, no hurry, what am I in a hurry for? This time, I want to invite you to dinner tonight, so that everyone can get together."

Xiang Jiacheng lowered his eyelids, showing hesitation: "Tonight..."

"Yes, I'll pick you up at five o'clock in the evening, it won't be too late."

Xiang Jiacheng nodded: "Well, there are not many contacts with old classmates." He smiled, and the smile was a little complicated.Thinking of his miserable and tortuous life experience, Zuo Tian felt pity welling up in his heart, and said in a low voice earnestly: "I still remember you, I will always remember you."

These words have a deep meaning, at least Zuo Tian thinks it has a deep meaning.But Xiang Jiacheng acted as if he didn't hear it, he just said: "See you that night."

"See you tonight."