Song Shifeng's 1991

"??" Ping Guanyue looked at him as if he was insane, "You think the competition is just a joke? There are so many things in it, stop messing around."

"It's not a joke, you make people feel comfortable when you brush it off again and again, it's better for us to do it ourselves, at least it's fair!"

"Fair ass! Let's do it for ourselves." Ping Guanyue felt that this guy was so rich that he couldn't see it clearly, "This thing can't be done with money, and, Even if you have a little money, you can’t do it, you need a lot of money.”

"Isn't it just a design competition, how much can it cost?" Song Shifeng disagreed.

"You're an amateur." Yang Jiabao said, "It doesn't cost much to design a competition, but the referee teacher has to hire it, the appearance fee is not a decimal; the venue has to be arranged, it can't be in this small county like ours; there are also models. You have to invite, you have to maximize the benefits, you can’t hold a large-scale catwalk show to display products? You have to invite people to come and see, you have to have orders, otherwise it’s tantamount to nothing.”

"That is, do you have judges? Do you have a venue? How many designers can participate?" Ping Guanyue hit mercilessly, "There is nothing, and when the time comes, the money is spent and the fart is not left. How do you end up?"

"Everything depends on man's effort. If I don't believe it, I can't do it!"

"I said, what are you fighting for in a competition? It's not that you were brushed off. The infection of fashion is not a matter of a day or two, and it's not something that can be changed by running a competition." Yang Jiabao couldn't laugh or cry.

"I have to do it." Song Shifeng couldn't pull back even nine bulls. "If it's not a day or two, then it will take a year, two years, ten years, or eight years. If a game can't be changed, then it will be done one after another. It's not as good as it is now." People are not always inferior to others, as long as we work hard, there will be a day when we surpass them.”

Song Shifeng spoke convincingly, "So, I've decided to hold this competition! If you can't do it internationally, do the domestic one first, and we will do it bit by bit. If others have fashion weeks, we should also have them. I don't believe that a country as big as ours can't do it yet." A costume contest!"

"It's not that no one has done it before. Last year, several factories jointly organized it, but the effect was really not very good." Yang Jiabao frowned. 0;

"Don't pour cold water on me, it's useless."

"It seems that he is determined." Yang Jiabao looked at Ping Guanyue, "What's your opinion?"

"Just do it, it's a big deal to lose money, and the right is to gain experience." Ping Guanyue raised his eyebrows, this one is not afraid of trouble, "Since you have to do it, do it well, I'm not interested in playing with you in small troubles. "

"Come on, let's have a big fight."

"Pay for death without regret."

"Shut your crow's mouth."

"But don't worry about this, there is a more urgent matter now." Song Shifeng said.

"What else?" What's wrong with this guy?

"Hurry up and design a few sets of clothes for our Huaguo. I will not wear a suit in the future, and I will wear the clothes of our ancestors."

"Not so much."

"As for! I swear, if you don't wear a suit again, you can't hold me back. Hurry up and design for me, don't keep any Western-style clothes, just change them all." He hugged the two of them into his arms, hehe With a smile, "Are you a buddy? If you are, you can't just watch it and wear it with me."

"I'm not going crazy with you!" Ping Guanyue scolded him, "Don't bother us about this matter. We don't know much about those old clothes, so we definitely can't design what you want. You should find Jin about this matter." Tian Shui, he is an expert in this field, idiot!"

Song Shifeng didn't think so. Jin Tianshui was the designer of the dragon robe this time. It was obvious that he had a lot of research on the country's historical costumes, so he was the right person to find.

"Then I don't care, you have to wear it with me, at least one day a week, to support our own clothes!"

"Let's go, let's wear it." I really can't afford it.

Song Shifeng really wasn't lying. When he returned home, he packed up all the clothes in his room and put them in the box. There were only a few jackets and sportswear left. He planned to deal with them these days. do not wear.

When he collected the clothes, he was really reluctant, they were all his own heart, and he could count their origins one by one.But no matter how much he loves him, he can't wear it anymore. He, Song Shifeng, must not be ashamed and thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

Yan Dong silently cleaned up the room next to him, and put boxes for him one by one. He found that he really liked this person more and more. The way he tried to protect the country, the way he tried to fulfill his promise, how stubborn he was to the outside world And how soft it is inside, so attractive that he can't help but want to hug him, hug him hard.

But in the end, he just put his hands on his shoulders and squeezed them hard, "Song Shifeng, I support you."

"How to support?"

"I don't wear a suit either."

"Okay, as you said, this is still a buddy." Song Shifeng piled up all the boxes and touched them reluctantly, "I don't know if there will be a day when we will see the sun again."

"There will be."

Yan Dong kept his word, from this day on he never wore a suit, usually jacket type clothes, and Chinese tunic suits for formal occasions, even after he became a business tycoon, he did not change this habit.

Compared with his simplicity, Song Shifeng is much more fancy. No, that designer Jin quickly designed the clothes. There are more than ten sets in one go, some are improved and some are restored. There are riding clothes with sword sleeves, a short double-breasted silk jacket, and a large cape sewn with black mink fur. .

Song Shifeng felt a little numb when he looked at it. It was good-looking, but it couldn't be because he had made all the costumes for him.He just wanted clothes similar to modern clothes, not a suit, why did this guy buy him such a bunch of clothes worn by ancient people?If he wears this, he won't be able to become a Western view, can he?

"Try it." Everyone urged.

It was hard to get off the tiger, so Song Shifeng could only choose a suit that didn't look too out of place to wear on his body, a robe with narrow sleeves and trousers, and a four-finger-wide lace belt.The fabric has a little bit of luster, and the whole is half ancient, anyway, it must be something from our country.He put it on bravely, looked in the mirror, hey, hey, he's so handsome, he doesn't know how to describe it, it's a feeling he has never had before, it seems that he has cultivated his temperament immediately, and his whole person They have been sublimated several grades.

As soon as the person came out, several people were shocked, "I'll go, who is this." Ping Guanyue was the most direct, "Okay brother, I want to do something after seeing it."

Yang Jiabao smiled, "It's really good, who is the eldest son like, Yushu Linfeng is talking about you."

"I think it's also very good." Song Shifeng turned his hands around his back, "It's just a little thin, and it's too cold to go out."

"This." Jin Tianshui handed him a dark cloak, "wool outer skin and rabbit fur lining, keep you warm."

Song Shifeng put it on on the spot, such a match, good guy, people have become graceful.To correct it, it is actually swollen and fatter.

But the momentum is stronger, and sometimes the tonnage is also a manifestation of momentum, too thin to overwhelm the stage.

Song Shifeng was overjoyed, and took the opportunity to try all the other styles, and they were so beautiful.

With a new outfit, he ran to show off in front of Yan Dong in high spirits, and for no reason, he just wanted to make him look good, and he felt at ease.

But that night, that guy didn't know what he was busy with. He waited until the flowers withered and didn't wait for anyone. Then, in the middle of the night, he heard someone knock on the door, and then he saw that this guy was so drunk that someone brought him back.

"Song Shifeng, hehe." The man still recognized him, but he had a smirk on his face.

"How much do you have to drink?" Song Shifeng hated it to death, he could smell of alcohol for two miles, and he didn't know which bastard he drank like this with.

Even helping and hugging the man into the room and throwing him on the bed, Song Shifeng almost didn't get up, his waist was held down by this guy, and it took him a long time to break his hands away.I don't know what to eat to grow up, so much strength.

If it is said that the sweetheart hugs him, he can't enjoy it for a while longer, Song Shifeng thought, but people are too smelly, and he feels that he is also smelled of smoke just for a while.

People are like this, he can't leave it alone, no matter what, he is still a sweetheart, even if he becomes a bear after drinking, he is still a bear in his heart.

Yan Gouxiong was obedient when he was drunk, he asked him to raise his hands and feet, and in cooperation with him, he stripped off his outer cotton clothes, pants, shoes and socks, and fetched water to wipe his face, hands and feet, and muttered, "I Father, I have never served you like this before, so it's cheap for you."

In the end, he soaked another cup of honey water and slapped him, "Hurry up and drink." Even if it's a secret love, he won't take pity on his secret love, just thinking about it makes him shiver, it's too disgusting.

Yan Dong took a sip of sweet water, and suddenly smiled from Song Shifeng, "Song Shifeng, you are so pretty."

"Where is it beautiful?"

"The face is pretty, the neck is pretty, the hands are pretty, the dimples on the waist are pretty, all of them are pretty." Yan Dong's words smelled of alcohol, and even more silly, but his eyes were very bright, looking at Song Shifeng was like looking at a baby.

Song Shifeng's heart skipped a beat when he was watched, but then he remembered that this is a drunkard, and he might explain something to him, and then said perfunctorily, "Forget your flattering loudly." He put the water glass to his mouth again, "Drink water."

Yan Gouxiong drank water obediently, smiled at him after taking two sips, and then smiled at him after taking two sips. Song Shifeng still thought, this guy must be stupid for drinking, and being so stupid is like liking him.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but start to feel excited again, and he didn't know if the person he had a crush on was always intoxicated with himself, anyway, he just now felt that the person who was smirking at him might also like him a little bit.

Too bad he's an alcoholic.

After sending him to sleep, just as he was about to leave, his clothes were pulled again, and he saw Yan Gouxiong's eyes were bright, and he didn't speak, just looked at him like that, like a child begging for candy.

Song Shifeng touched his body subconsciously, and after touching it, he realized that this was not a child.

"Let go, go to sleep." He shook the hand down.

But that hand seemed to be cast on his clothes, and he couldn't break it off. The more he broke that Yan Gouxiong, the more he felt wronged, as if Song Shifeng was robbing him of his treasure.

Song Shifeng was a little upset, so he just sat down beside him, raised his hand to cover those aggrieved eyes, out of sight and out of mind, "Sleep."

Yan Gouxiong closed his eyes obediently.

As soon as he sat down, he realized how much he didn't want to leave, and the nagging just now was either very impatient or just a cover-up.He wanted to watch him, share a bed with him, and even fight with him, but he could only think about it.

The hand holding the clothes was slowly released. Song Shifeng looked at the people and the sky, but he didn't want to move.But he can't just sit here overnight, what can he say if he is happy tomorrow?It took a while to stand up slowly, but after taking a step, the clothes were caught again.That person was trying to look at him with wide eyes, feeling aggrieved.

Song Shifeng subconsciously sat down again, smiled and rubbed his eyes with his hands, "Hurry up and sleep." Why is this guy so clingy when he's drunk?He was so sticky that he really didn't want to leave.

Yan Gouxiong closed his eyes again.

This time he seemed to have been sitting for a long time, so long that he even took a nap, and when he woke up, he saw Yan Dong's sleeping face.

I don't know how many things he has on his mind every day. He frowns when he falls asleep. He is not cute, innocent, innocent, untouchable, and even less like a child, but he just can't move his eyes away.This face is so energetic, the word pleasing to the eye is written on the frown.

Song Shifeng became more and more fascinated, the more he watched it, the more he liked it, and then his greed suddenly arose.

It's okay if I kiss him, he doesn't know anyway.

Just take a bite and try the taste.

He kissed quickly, and quickly looked at the person who was kissed, who was still sleeping and was not disturbed.

Song Shifeng felt his heart beating so hard that he had the illusion that he liked it so much that he had nowhere to put it.

Then he cut it, and it seemed to have no taste, but it was so warm and soft to the touch.Then I was very happy in my heart, very happy, and I was not so happy when I gave him 2 yuan in dividends for the first time.

I have been beautiful in my heart for a long time, but when I am beautiful, I feel uncomfortable. I know that I can't provoke others, so why do I do this, do I think I let it go too happily?

God knows how reluctant he is.

At that moment, he wanted to wake him up, didn't care about anything, and told him that he liked him, whatever he liked.But that only happened for a moment, impulsiveness always required paying a high price, and he didn't dare.

Song Shifeng, Song Shifeng, you're just a chick on the outside but a fool on the inside.

"Song Shifeng..." Yan Dong who was asleep suddenly babbled.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly, as if afraid of scaring him.

But the person on the bed didn't say a word, but the hand holding the clothes moved and clenched even tighter.

Song Shifeng couldn't help it, he couldn't stay with him overnight, but he couldn't bear to force it out. Song Shifeng, whose heart softened into plasticine, did the stupidest thing in his life, took off his pajamas and wrapped Yan Dong's cotton clothes and ran back Room.