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"My size?"

The clerk nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. Song is a regular customer of our store. He often comes here to buy clothes, but it may be related to the style of the clothes. Compared with buying for himself, he comes here to pick clothes for others. Every time he comes to pick When I give clothes to others, I buy them in your size, exactly the same."

Ji Yusheng looked at himself in the mirror and his face became a little ugly. He pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly and said:

"But Mr. Song and I..."

The person in the mirror paused, his eyes darkened, then he lowered his head and straightened his sleeves as if nothing had happened, and said flatly:

"Not too familiar."

As for the relationship between him and Song Shihe that has faded over time, it is best to use "not very familiar" to cover up the relationship that they have had no contact with at all these years and only rely on their own memories of the year to barely maintain the relationship. Others such as Strangers, ex-friends and other words are too cruel for Ji Yusheng to say in person, because they are all words that he feels will feel numb on the tip of his tongue and bitter like a lemon pit in his mouth as soon as he says them.

Seeing Ji Yusheng's confused look, the clerk knew that he seemed to have said something wrong, covered his mouth and said in embarrassment:

"Sorry, I was talking too much."

Ji Yusheng still straightened his sleeves with his head down, shook his head, and said:

"It's ok."

As long as the husband is willing to write to him, or even read his letters, he can be happy for a long time, so why would he expect to be able to send gifts to each other like back then.

"Have you tried it?"

When Ji Yusheng and the clerk were talking about the clothes and were silent, a low voice suddenly came from behind them. Ji Yusheng turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw Song Shihe who was waiting patiently for him holding the wet coat he had just taken off .

Time is always cruel to beautiful things, just like the lilies and daffodils that are brought home every New Year. After a few days, the beautiful years begin to wither from the petals, and the withering gradually spreads to the whole flower.But time is so kind to Song Shihe, except that his temperament has become more mature, with a trace of sadness and vicissitudes in his brows, his appearance is still as good-looking as when Ji Yusheng saw him in the lecture hall for the first time.

Even though there have been many opportunities and occasions that required eloquence over the years, Ji Yusheng, who should be eloquent now, still can't find an exact word to describe Song Shihe.Maybe it's because he's so special that there aren't any words anyone else has coined to describe him.

For some reason, when he heard his husband's voice and turned his head to see Song Shihe who was waiting for him in the sunset on the campus like before, Ji Yusheng suddenly felt his eyes sour.

He suddenly wondered whether people were originally made of the sea, and the older he got, the stronger his instinct to go back to the sea, so his eyes could not help but see the crystallization of returning to his hometown.Ji Yusheng sniffed quietly, straightened his clothes, and said to Song Shihe with a smile:

"Well, try it. What do you think, sir?"

After Ji Yusheng turned around, it was the same as before, or it hadn't changed for so many years. As long as Ji Yusheng stood in front of him, Song Shihe's eyes would still be attracted to him.Seeing Song Shihe staring at him blankly but not speaking, Ji Yusheng shouted again:

"gentlemen?"

Only then did Song Shihe come back to his senses, and when he met Ji Yusheng's fiery gaze looking straight at him, he immediately turned his gaze away and said:

"You can do whatever you like."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yusheng bowed his head and said:

"...I don't think I'm a good fit for this kind of clothes, or else..."

Before Ji Yusheng finished speaking, he heard Song Shihe say:

"It's a good fit for you."

After saying this, Song Shihe saw that Ji Yusheng was a little surprised by his words, his eyes were slightly opened, and he looked at him brightly, so he turned his face away and explained:

"This kind of fluffy clothes, I think children will also like it."

The clerk also adjusted his embarrassing expression at this time, tried to restore the usual smile to the customer, and said:

"This suit really suits this gentleman. Mr. Song has such a good eye!"

Ji Yusheng nodded happily, and said to the clerk:

"Well, then this one."

Ji Yusheng went to the changing room to tidy up and ran to pay, but the clerk said that Song Shihe had already paid just now. Hearing this, Ji Yusheng immediately put on new clothes and ran to find Song Shihe who was waiting for him at the door.

"Mr. Song, the fee for the clothes—"

Song Shihe ignored his words, looked down at his watch, and said:

"Time is running out, let's go."

After getting in the car, Ji Yusheng took out his wallet and said to Song Shihe who was adjusting the seat belt:

"That Mr. Song... how much is the clothes? I'll pay you back."

Song Shihe lowered his head and shook his head, saying:

"Need not."

Ji Yusheng immediately said:

"How can this be done? I wet my clothes myself, and I want to deliver things with my husband. It's my own responsibility. And these clothes are so expensive..."

Song Shihe still didn't look at him and said:

"I frequent, there are discounts, not very expensive."

"Neither—"

When Ji Yusheng said these words, Song Shihe suddenly looked up at him, and Ji Yusheng, who was looking at Mr. Shang's eyes, suddenly became a little nervous.

Song Shihe said to him:

"You fasten your seat belt, I'm going to drive to the orphanage as soon as possible. The money for the clothes will be discussed later."

When Ji Yusheng heard this, he pulled his seat belt in a hurry.

"Ah, good, good."

Speaking of frequent visits, Ji Yusheng remembered the incident mentioned by the clerk just now, and was silent for a while. After the car drove out, he couldn't help turning his head and asking:

"Do you often go to this store to buy clothes, sir?"

Song Shihe looked ahead and nodded,

"Um."

Ji Yusheng wanted to ask directly who the clothes were given to, but he was afraid of being abrupt, so he looked at the clothes on his body, chatted with Song Shihe and said:

"The clothes in this store are really comfortable to wear and the styles look good."

"Well, their clothes are always made of good material."

"Thank you for your introduction. I can also go to this store to look at clothes in the future. I only went to that store before."

"Um."

Ji Yusheng had nothing to say at the end, and felt that the topic he raised was boring and embarrassing, so he tried to pretend to be natural and said what he really wanted to ask,

"I'm a little surprised that Mr. often comes to this store, because I don't think Mr.'s usual clothes seem to be of this style..."

Hearing this sentence, Song Shihe didn't answer immediately like the previous conversation. The car traveled for a long time, and the air in the car seemed to be frozen for a long time in winter. When Ji Yusheng kept annoyed that he shouldn't have said that sentence, When trying to find out about Song Shihe's life these years, Song Shihe suddenly tapped the steering column, and said flatly:

"Yes, I bought it for someone else."