what are you doing

Ding An looked around, only the innermost shops were open.

"Forget it," Ding An lifted his foot and walked out, "Let's eat first."

"Go downstairs," Yu Hao took out a bag of buns from his bag, "I brought buns from home, and they're still warm."

"Niu Haozi, you really have the foresight." Ding An said.

There are a little more people on the basement floor than upstairs. In addition to those who come in and out to buy new year's goods, there are also some old men and women occupying the table and playing poker.

Liu Chunfang's craftsmanship is really nothing to say, Ding An stuffed his mouth full of diced mushroom buns, and he was so choked that he hurried to buy a cup of milk tea next to him.

Mushroom diced milk tea bag, hehe.

About half an hour later, the mall gradually became more crowded, and Ding An dragged Yu Hao upstairs, fearing that there would be too many people and it would be difficult to buy clothes.

"Haozi, what do you think of this one?" Ding An put on the black windbreaker, "It's quite comfortable to wear."

"Of course, the quality of our clothes is really good," the clerk was full of praise for Ding An, "this young man is good, he looks good in any clothes, just listen to my sister, you want to wear this clothes , the rate of return is definitely high."

"That's right, haha," Ding An laughed dryly, "What do you think, Haozi?"

Yu Hao looked up and down, nodded and said, "It's a little fat, but it's okay, it's cool."

"Young man, you really have a good eye. This is the only piece of clothing in our store," the elder sister gushed, "Don't mention it in our store, you can't find another one in the whole shopping mall that is exactly the same. This quality, this style , if it wasn’t for my family who couldn’t wear it, I would have kept it for myself.”

"In the past few days, many people have come to try on this dress, and no one can wear it like you. How handsome, young man, it suits you so well."

Ding An was a little embarrassed, or he didn't like to go shopping, and every time he took a fancy to clothes, trousers and shoes, he would be chased and praised by the waitress.

It's not necessarily true or not, they just want you to spend.

"I didn't wear it myself," Ding An coughed, "I bought it as a gift."

He reported Fang Zeyu's height and weight, and the eldest sister slapped her thigh after listening, "Oh! Isn't this just right!"

"Look, you two are about the same weight, and your friend is a little taller than you. Wear it and go to the designated line. It will be exciting."

Ding An didn't just get this sentence from a middle-aged aunt.

He imagined Fang Zeyu wearing this dress, um, it must be exciting.

"That's fine, that's all." Ding An took off his clothes and handed them to the elder sister, "Please wrap them up for me."

"Okay," the auntie took the clothes and put them on, the wrinkles around her eyes appeared when she smiled, "This one is 880 yuan, should I scan WeChat or cash?"

"How much?" Ding An trembled slightly as he took out his phone.

"880." The eldest sister repeated, "WeChat or Alipay?"

"Fuck Anzi," Yu Hao said in a low voice, tugging at him, "it's a bit expensive."

Ding An laughed dryly, "Sister, look at this dress, can that one be cheaper?"

"Hey, this is the lowest price." The elder sister was a little embarrassed, "Well, young man, you see, if you buy it for your friend honestly, I will sell you for eight hundred and eighty."

"Can't it be any cheaper?" Yu Hao asked.

"Let's make it cheaper, sister." Ding An echoed.

The elder sister smiled, "I really can't."

"Oh ok." Ding An scanned the QR code to pay.

He regretted a little bit, regretted not coming out with Man Yi, a high-end buyer like Man Yi, every time he bargained with the clerk was like a wonderful debate match, Ding An once watched her put a A coat worth 500 yuan was bought for 200 yuan.

When the clerk sent them out, he almost thought that they were going to chase them out and beat them.

"Anzi, do you really want to give Brother Yu this dress?" Yu Hao bought two grilled sausages by the roadside, "It's too expensive."

"Then what can I do? I bought everything." Ding An took the sausage and took a bite, "Isn't it more than 800 yuan, I don't feel bad haha."

My heart is just bleeding, I can't feel the pain anymore.

He forced himself to imagine Fang Zeyu standing with them in worn-out clothes during the New Year's Eve, and when he went out to play, someone would point and point at him, it was so pitiful.

Besides, in the new year and new weather, wearing old clothes will bring bad luck. She doesn't want Fang Zeyu to be as unlucky as Yu Hao.

Fang Zeyu, who was a Chinese New Year student, stood with them in worn-out clothes. When he went out to play, someone pointed at him. When he passed a residential building, blood from killing fish would be poured on him from upstairs. It was so pitiful.

Ding An admired his imagination a bit, but his heart was not as painful as before, but he was still bleeding.

Until he saw Fang Zeyu put a brand new camel coat that was worth a lot of money into the closet, the blood in his heart flowed like a waterfall.

"Is this your New Year's clothes?" Ding An asked him in disbelief.

"Yes," Fang Zeyu paused, "Why are you crying?"

Cry yourself?It seems so.

Ding An didn't move, just let the tears flow quietly.

"It's okay, I thought of something touching."

Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows, "What touching thing? It moved you to tears."

"A poor boy spent two-thirds of his savings to buy a gift for a good friend, only to find out that the good friend already had this item." Ding An said while weeping.

"You mean," Fang Zeyu leaned over, "you bought me clothes?"

Ding An waved his hands and sat down on the bed, "No, who has nothing to do to buy clothes for you, just kidding haha."

"Then what is this?" Fang Zeyu opened the packing bag that Ding An brought, and took out the black windbreaker inside.

"This is mine!" Ding An jumped up and grabbed it, "I bought the clothes for myself!"

Fang Zeyu dodged his hand and shook his clothes, "Why did you take the clothes you bought? It's so cool."

"Damn it, I just want to show it off, can't I?" Ding An jumped on Fang Zeyu with a hungry tiger, and threw him to the ground.

"Brother Ding An," Fang Zeyu looked at him, and suddenly lowered his voice, "Are you so impatient?"

Hold.

Ding An instantly felt that his face was going to blush, he jumped up, then quickly walked to the window and opened the window to blow the cold wind for a while.

When Fang Zeyu closed the window and went back, Fang Zeyu had already put on the windbreaker, and was standing in front of the mirror admiring it, looking satisfied.

It's really exciting, how can he feel more handsome than himself when he wears the same clothes.

Ding An clicked his tongue.

"How is it?" Fang Zeyu turned his head and asked him, "I think it's pretty cool."

"Then why not," Ding An snorted, "I chose it myself, it must be cool."