lord and beauty

The young man has a handsome appearance, dressed in moon-white clothes, a white fox fur, and a soft fur around his neck, making his appearance look like a bright moon in the water.

The boy's eyebrows were curved, and he looked easy to speak.Tan Qiu couldn't help feeling fond of him, and suddenly noticed that the fox fur on the young man was very familiar, as if his own looked similar to this one.

"Brother Jiang came here today, why didn't he say hello in advance?" The young man waved away the servants, walked into the room with a smile, nodded slightly to Tan Qiu, and immediately admired Jiang Bei.

"Let's pick a few pieces of cloth to make clothes." Jiang Beimu didn't say much, just said something roughly, then turned to look at the moonlight yarn, "Is this cloth for sale?"

The young man didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waved his hands again and again, "Brother Jiang, it's not that I won't sell you, but I really can't."

"What's the explanation?" Jiang Beimu got the answer, and didn't force it, just asked lightly.

"I asked my father to cut some of this cloth and gave it to me. It has been the treasure of Yinsha Pavilion's shop all these years. I don't know if I will sell it or not. I am afraid that my father will not agree to sell it. "

The young man seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma, and he spread his hands helplessly.

"Forget it then." Tan Qiu interjected at the right time, and quietly moved to Jiang Beimu's side, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at his sleeve, "They can't sell them, and we can't buy and sell them by force. It’s expensive, and I don’t necessarily deserve it.”

Tan Qiu could tell that Jiang Beimu liked this piece of cloth very much, but when the boy said that, he probably meant to decline it. After all, even if it was sold, it would still be a shocking figure. Tan Qiu felt that there was no need to spend too much for a piece of cloth. Money is just clothes, what to wear is not what to wear.

"It's just a piece of cloth." Jiang Beimu frowned slightly, as if he had some objections to Tan Qiu's words, "There is nothing worthy or not."

Tan Qiu was a little embarrassed. Jiang Beimu's family was well-off and he spent money lavishly. In comparison, he seemed a little poor.

The young man was keenly aware of the stagnation in the atmosphere in the room, and quickly said: "Well, I think you really like it, brother Jiang, but I only have this small piece of fabric here, and it's not enough to cut into clothes. I'll go back and ask Ask my father to see if he is willing to bear the pain and give up."

"Then I'll have to work." Jiang Beimu's face softened a little when he heard this, and then said to Tan Qiu: "Let's go."

Jiang Beimu got the boy's answer, so he didn't linger too long. It was obvious that the purpose was for the moonlight gauze. Tan Qiu could only hug the boy with an apologetic smile, and then followed Jiang Beimu downstairs embarrassingly.

"Ai!"

It wasn't long before the two went downstairs, and before they went out, they heard the boy's shout from the second floor. Jiang Beimu and Tan Qiu stopped at the same time, turned their heads and looked back, and saw the boy holding on to the handrail on the second floor, Yaoyao said: "If I can convince my father, brother Jiang will owe me a favor."

Tan Qiu was a little timid when he heard the words, it was just a piece of fabric, and there was no human relationship involved.

"Forget it, let's look at other things." Tan Qiu didn't wait for Jiang Beimu's response, and hurriedly reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes quietly, "It's too much of a debt for a piece of fabric."

Jiang Beimu is in business, but now even a layman like him can see the irrationality in this transaction.

Jiang Beimu didn't answer, he just stretched out his hand and patted Tan Qiu's hand to comfort him, then looked back at the boy on the second floor meaningfully, and led Tan Qiu out the door.

Tan Qiu was worried, but he knew that if Jiang Beimu decided to buy it, he might not be able to pull ten horses back. He wanted to persuade him rationally, but he was afraid that he would be bored by talking too much, so he hesitated to speak. look like.

Jiang Beimu saw Tan Qiu's hesitation, and said in a slow tone: "Don't worry, if the price is too high, forget it."

Tan Qiu almost blurted out that a piece of cloth needs to be taken in with money and favors, isn't the price high enough?

When the words came to his lips, Tan Qiu endured and endured, and finally swallowed them. He didn't say much, and only let out a muffled "oh".

Jiang Beimu originally wanted to take Tan Qiu to pick a few pieces of eye-catching fabric and cut some new clothes. The original intention was to make Tan Qiu happy. , but sullen up.

Jiang Beimu was a little puzzled for a moment, not knowing whether he had said the wrong thing or what, which made Tan Qiu unhappy.Thoughts ran through my mind a few times, and I still assumed that Tan Qiu was unhappy because he didn't choose the fabric he liked.

There are people coming and going on the street, the eaves are covered with lanterns, and the fiery red candles almost illuminate half of the sky. From time to time, there are children laughing and running past the two with candied haws, or young men and women hugging each other Whispering on the side of the street, the night wind blew gently, lifting up the messy hair on the sideburns of the two of them, as well as the broken hair on Tan Qiu's forehead, revealing the scar that had already shown a dark color.

The wound has healed, but the scar is particularly glaring, the size of the pad of a thumb, and it is not obvious that Tan Qiu deliberately covers it with broken hair on weekdays.

Tan Qiu was thinking about how to persuade Jiang Beimu not to spend so much money on that piece of cloth, and even thought that he would choose a random cloth later, make the clothes first to make him happy, and Jiang Beimu will be happy later. Naturally it will be forgotten.

Tan Qiu's eyes fell on the upper of her shoe, and she rubbed against the edge of the steps with nothing to do, making a "rustling sound". When she was thinking about the sky, suddenly there was a warm touch on the corner of her forehead, and Tan Qiu's whole face was blown by the night wind. Cold, but at this moment, the spark-like warmth is like a stream of warm water breaking through the ice and flowing into the heart.

Tan Qiu blinked, looked up, and saw Jiang Beimu stretched out his right hand, and gently pressed the pulp of his finger on the wound on his forehead.

Tan Qiu said with a smile, "It's okay, it's been a long time since the pain stopped."

Jiang Beimu responded in a low voice, and said, "I also know a shop, let me take you to see it?"

"Okay." Tan Qiu readily agreed, taking advantage of the opportunity to take off the hand that was gently brushing the forehead, and clasped his hands together in the palm of his hand. His eyes were curved like crescent moons, and a pair of shallow pear dimples appeared on both sides of his cheeks when he smiled.

Jiang Beimu felt the soft touch on the back of his hand, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but he reacted the moment he moved his hand, and abruptly stopped the movement of withdrawing his hand, all that was reflected in Tan Qiu's gorgeous face .

The two stared blankly at each other like two wooden stakes in the night wind, until suddenly there was a rush of gong beating not far from the street, and accompanied by that distant and loud shout, the crowd on the street shouted one after another , Then turned around and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Tan Qiu was also attracted by the sound, and couldn't help poking his head out to look at the crowd.

"It's a juggling troupe, do you want to see it?" Jiang Beimu asked.

Tan Qiu glanced at the lantern that was constantly swinging by the night wind at the corner of the eaves, and after some consideration, she refused, "No, it's getting late now, and besides, I couldn't get any good seats in the past, let's do it next time." , how about we go and see the shop you mentioned first?"

Jiang Beimu had nothing to do, so he led Tan Qiu across the crowd and into an alley.

As soon as Fang stepped into the alley, the light dimmed immediately. Tan Qiu felt as if he had stepped into another world. Jiang Beimu led him here, but he might not dare to leave.

Before entering the alley, Jiang Beimu hugged the baby, and Tan Qiu followed behind him so unhurriedly. When the two walked out of the alley, Jiang Beimu continued to lead him to another street. go.

After walking not far, Tan Qiu saw a small wooden building with two floors. Some vegetables were hung outside the window on the second floor, which looked like a residential building. There are red lanterns, surrounded by houses lit with lights, and conversations can be heard from time to time.

"This is...?" Tan Qiu was a little curious. This room didn't look like a shop at all, but since Jiang Beimu brought him here, he wouldn't doubt it.

"Few people know about this place. It used to be the most famous clothing shop in Sifang City. My mother's dowry included several pieces of clothes from this shop. In the past, this shop only accepted business from acquaintances. The shopkeeper's wife sewed the pattern herself, and the workmanship is exquisite and fine, so my mother liked it very much."

Jiang Beimu explained to Tan Qiu softly, then raised his hand to knock on the door, and asked in a low voice, "Is Uncle Fang there? It's me, Xiao Bei."

Tan Qiu looked past Jiang Beimu and looked into the room curiously.

After Jiang Beimu finished speaking, the room was silent for a moment, and then there was the sound of small footsteps, and then the door was opened with a creak, and an old face was revealed behind the door, with white hair and chicken skin, but eyes that shone like stars , obviously the body is still tough.

The old man froze for a moment, Jiang Beimu called uncle again, the old man finally realized, with a smile on his face, he opened the door.

"It's Xiaobei, what's the matter with coming here so late? Have you ever eaten? Your aunt just made glutinous rice dumplings tonight, the kind you like."

Jiang Beimu smiled, glanced at Tan Qiu, Tan Qiu understood, and followed Jiang Beimu into the house.

The house is divided into three compartments. When Tan Qiu enters, he can see the main hall, which is covered by curtains on the left and right sides, making it difficult to see clearly. In the main hall, an old woman is sewing her clothes with her head bowed by the candlelight. She is very familiar with threading. , Seeing someone coming, he did not lift his head, lowered his head and sewed his clothes, and said loudly: "Xiaobei is here? I haven't come to see your uncle and aunt for so long. What are you doing with some supplements? Don't give them any more next time. Listen! Have you arrived yet?"

"Okay, I got it, auntie." Jiang Beimu said with a hint of a smile, and then led Tan Qiu towards the woman in the seat.

"Uncle, Aunt, this is Tan Qiu, and Zheng'er is also here, but he is already asleep now."

As soon as the words were finished, the woman suddenly raised her head, and quickly threw the needle and thread in her hand on the table, with a look of surprise on her face, "Zheng'er is here? Quick, come and see me."

Jiang Beimu was not in a hurry to move the baby closer, but turned his body slightly to expose Tan Qiu. Tan Qiu was also very clever, and when he saw this, he smiled and shouted, "Hello, Auntie, hello, Uncle Fang."

The old lady had a kind face, she blinked when she heard the words, she looked at Tan Qiu with a look of relief, and said with a smile: "You are so handsome, be good."

While the few people were talking, the baby in Jiang Beimu's arms was woken up. He couldn't help but let out a few groans. He rubbed his eyes with his short, fat hands, and mumbled, "Daddy..."

When the old woman heard this childish call, she almost lost her eyes from laughing, and stretched her head to look. Jiang Beimu squatted down slightly, hugged the baby in her arms, and faced the two old people.

The baby has just woken up and is still not awake, and can only see a few vague figures, so he smacked his mouth and stretched out his hands to hug: "Mother, hug."