[Comprehensive wear] 36 ways to tease girls

Chicken shop owner?Staring at the caller ID on the phone in July, he hesitated for a few seconds.

The incoming call ringtone is a pure music that combines Gayageum and popular instruments.

July answered the phone.It was very noisy over the phone and no one spoke.

"Hello." She spoke first.

There was a whistling train sound in my ears, and I closed my eyes, as if I could still see the light coming in from the other end of the tunnel, hitting the retina directly.

"Hello, what's the matter?" July bit her lips, and called out softly, with some uncertainty and suspicion, "Boss? A fried chicken shop?"

She heard heavy breathing.Long and slow, not even at all.

The caller laughed softly, seemed to grit his teeth, and said, "Well, I'm fine, I just miss you."

Qiyue frowned, and her hand holding the phone froze. The words "missing you" were too natural, and the tone seemed to be full of longing, which made Qiyue fall into a dreamy trance for a moment - the person who called had been secretly in love with her for a long time.

What an odd call.The owner of the fried chicken shop is also a strange person.

"Xizhen, wait for me. I will..." At this point, the other party's signal was cut off.

……

Two days after the telephony episode, July is still crashing.

Cui Xizhen seldom eats fried chicken, and even hates such greasy food as fried chicken, and doesn't know any fried chicken shop owner.When I called that number again, it showed an empty number that had been shut down.

After knowing this from Cui Xiujing, Qi Yue's heart became even more flustered.Although the background sound of the phone call she received that day was slightly noisy and the other party's voice was a little weird, she still noticed something was wrong.That voice was somewhat familiar.

It was like the voice of Jin Pengdao.

The last time I saw him in the hospital, he sent a bouquet of fiery red roses and put them on the bedside cabinet without leaving any cards.He opened the blinds for her, let the sunlight into the room, and said "see you tomorrow" with a smile.

Just never again then.Jin Pengdao disappeared for two days.The roses received from him before were soaked in a glass vase filled with water, and they were still alive and full of vitality.

……

The sun is getting hotter and hotter, with an almost poisonous warmth.On the streets of Seoul in late autumn, July, who was wandering aimlessly, could not feel a trace of cold.

When I walked to a lively street, I saw an ice cream shop.There was a long queue at the door of the store, and many people were looking forward to the cool air and fruity ice cream.July joined the fun and lined up, and about 15 minutes later, I bought a signature double-tube ice cream.

When checking out, the little brother at the cash register glanced at her wearing a mask and winked at her.After paying the money, when the little brother handed over the receipt, he pushed a pen and a postcard over by the way. "Miss, please sign, thank you."

July: "..." You need to sign for an ice cream?She saw that the people in front of her were not required to do this either.If you directly write the three words "Cui Xizhen", it will cause misunderstanding.Could it be that the younger brother recognized her and asked for her autograph in disguise?

The little brother explained unhurriedly: "For the [-]th anniversary of our store, thank the customers who support our signboard for the event. Can I do a little favor?"

Qiyue nodded, expressing that she understood, so she picked up the ballpoint pen and wrote "July" on the back of the postcard, which was a little elegant, and at first glance she thought it was a ghost drawing.

The clerk happily took back the pen and postcard and started serving the next customer.Qiyue didn't think much about it, took the ice cream and left, and continued to wander in the street, hoping to dispel the powerlessness and irritability caused by having no clue.

Walking, unknowingly strayed into a quiet path.The sycamore trees on both sides of the road are rustling with withered yellow leaves. Looking at the whole row, you can see the uniform "Closed Business" painted on the storefronts filled with red bricks.The gray tile building at the end of the line of sight has a green Starbucks logo printed on the outer wall.

It's not like the streets of Seoul anymore.July thought to herself.

A yellow and green leaf floated in the air, circled the top of the head, and landed just beside the feet.Qiyue bent down and picked up the leaf, seeing its beautiful texture, she put it away in her bag.Maybe you can take it back and make a bookmark, isn't it fate.

In this shocked "closed" street, there is still a store on the right that is very tenaciously surviving.

The warm orange light shines through the glass door, which has a special flavor in the shade of the sun.

It was only when July approached that the small shop with the words "Xianqing Xiaozhan" written on it beside the door was an antique shop.

She thought it was a milk tea shop, and planned to buy a cup to drink, and learn about the taste of such a stubborn shop.

Pushing open the door, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.Beside the bar, there are all kinds of antiques.

At first glance from the outside, you would really think it is a coffee shop or milk tea shop.

Exhaling in July, she raised her spirits and swept the things on the shelves.Although she is not interested in antique collection, this store is really curious.

Next to each object is a corresponding label, which details the fineness of the object, the year of production, historical background and price, and some even have the name of the original owner.

Going through the long and narrow corridor, July saw a relatively wide hall with glass cabinets placed all around, like the style of a history museum. There was a man in a bright red suit standing in the center, wiping a sword.

That man should be the boss.The man heard footsteps, but did not turn around, and was still doing the work in hand seriously.

It seemed that he cherished that sword very much.

The red all over is a bit dazzling, and the boss's figure is out of shape, and the fat around his waist is marked by being strangled.

Everything here is very valuable, and looking at the interior decoration, from the lighting and walls to the details of various small corners, the owner should not be short of money, let alone buy a suit that fits, right?

She approached suspiciously, and froze in front of the empty glass case behind the boss.His eyes inadvertently glanced at a row of words, and he couldn't move anymore.

This should be the glass case where the sword is kept.There are many words written on the label inside, and the most important thing is that the owner's name is also marked at the end-Jin Pengdao.

Is it a coincidence?July took a breather.She mechanically asked the man: "Boss, where did you get this sword?"

The boss stopped what he was doing, turned to look at her, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Not long ago, a senior collector sold me a sword from the Joseon Dynasty. It is in good condition and well preserved, miss you interested in?"

"How are you so sure that the owner of this sword is Jin Pengdao?" Is this person famous in Korean history?

The boss put the sword into the glass cabinet, "Ye Shi mentioned a word or two."

He paused slightly, then continued, with the emphasis on the last two words. "I trust that seller."

Qiyue glanced at the sword again, feeling more and more injustice in her heart.

"Miss, do you intend to collect it?"

Shaking her head in July, "Just take a look."

"By the way, red is beautiful."

"Thank you." The boss made a gesture of invitation, "This year is my birth year, so I want to be happy."

Walking around in the hall, he took a few more glances at the sword as he left.When going out, the boss in red waved goodbye to Qiyue and gave her a meaningful look.

Walking to the end of the street, July casually found a stool by the street and sat down, leaned back lazily, and raised her hands to block the sunlight leaking from the gaps in the leaves.

The phone rang, and she answered it to find that it was Kim Sang-min.

"Senior Jin, what's the matter?" She deliberately changed her name and called Senior.

The person on the other end of the phone was really lonely.

"Can I buy you some afternoon tea?"

"Sorry, I..." Qiyue wanted to refuse.

"Don't rush to reject me, Xizhen, listen to me."

"Ah, it's about work. I heard that you need to recuperate for a while, and I happened to have a good script and asked me if you are interested in participating. Since the official shooting is three months later, I won't delay your rest. "Jin Sangmin said, "It's the sequel of Empress Inhyun, no, to be precise, it should be a rumor. I think the role is quite suitable for you. If you are interested, we can meet and talk about it in detail."

"……OK then."

The author has something to say:

I actually wrote this chapter all night...

I'm going to cry for a while, and I will come up with a book in the future, "The Daily Life of Slapping the Face", dedicated to my miserable self