With the good news about Zhao Jinsong, the sleepiness in Wang Yan's head immediately disappeared without a trace, and he immediately got up and got dressed.
People are in high spirits during happy events, so Wang Yan decided to dress up specially. However, after searching in the closet for a long time, he couldn't find anything suitable for his eyes. He was so busy shopping that he even forgot to buy new clothes. The clothes in this closet are all the latest.
It was the same style as before. It took him a long time to pick out a black crew-neck shirt, which was barely adequate, and a pair of jeans that he used to like the most. Both knees were a little white from the washing.
Who would have thought that clothing styles from decades ago have become popular now. Distressed clothes, distressed trousers, Tang suits and Hanfu, and various COSs emerge in endlessly, which has set off a wave of nostalgia.
Seeing these jeans, Wang Yan couldn't help but look at them. It seemed that he had a good taste before. After all this time, he could still catch up with the trend. However, after Wang Yan put on the jeans, he always felt that they were missing something.
Order something. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered that something was missing.
Yes, he needs sharp scissors now.
After walking out of the room, he saw his mother feeding chickens and ducks in the yard. Wang Yan asked, "Mom, where are our scissors?"
"You bastard, you must be stupid when you sleep. The scissors for making clothes are not always in mom's sewing basket. The scissors for household use are all on the small backsplash under the kitchen. Is this your first day at home?
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Wang Yan patted his head and showed a slightly middle-aged smile: "Oh, I remembered it, and I just said that I forgot something when I walked past the door of your room."
"Why do you need scissors so early in the morning?" Comrade Hu was afraid that his son would do something harmful with scissors, so he had to get to the bottom of it.
After Wang Yan came back yesterday, he seemed to have something wrong with his expression, and he talked to Wang Quan in the room for a long time. She didn't know when the two of them took a break. It was so unusual so early in the morning that she couldn't help but worry.
"Oh, it's nothing serious. You'll know later." Then Wang Yan hurried to his mother's kitchen and took out her old antique flower basket filled with sewing and thread. This sewing basket was all made of fine silk, as if it was made by her grandmother.
The dowry given to my mother has been carefully preserved. The age of this sewing basket is older than that of several brothers and sisters in their family.
"Hey, I found it." Wang Yan picked up the scissors and made two cuts at his knees and the lower part of his calf, immediately revealing his slightly white legs and necks.
After finishing it, Wang Yan felt as if he was admiring a piece of art. He felt very happy when he looked left and right.
Wearing a pair of very simple white casual shoes underneath, with the hem of the dress tucked halfway into the waistband of his trousers, his abdomen is flat and his chest muscles are strong. The boy in the mirror suddenly looks so handsome.
Even this hairstyle is not enough to kill Matt.
Wang Yan decided to take time out to get a haircut today, which meant starting everything from scratch.
However, when Wang Yan walked out like this, he almost didn't cause an earthquake. The reason was of course that he cut a few holes in his good jeans.
Mother Hu looked at her son dumbfounded and said: "Let me tell you, you must have done nothing good by looking for scissors so early in the morning. Who knew you did this? If you go out with clothes like this, people won't poke me.
Backbone, you said I was so lazy that I didn’t even mend my child’s clothes, so I just let you go out in clothes with holes in them.”
Wang Yan smiled so hard that he couldn't stand up straight. He held his lovely mother in his arms and said comfortingly: "Mom, your vision is out of date. This kind of jeans with holes is called fashion and will be popular in the future. Don't worry.
Well, no one will say anything about you. If someone says something about you, I will give it back to them."
After hearing what her son said, Mother Hu said: "It seems that our vision is really out of date and we can't keep up with the fashion of you young people. According to me, it's better to wear good pants. Those with exposed legs and knees look like
What does it look like?"
Wang Yan hasn't told his mother yet that it is now fashionable for girls to wear bellybands on the streets. People call it fashionable.
What else can you say, I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
Listen to how righteous this is.
Fashion is like a fast horse. It can be seen but not touched. In the blink of an eye, it has passed.
After breakfast, Wang Yan started some arrangements for today. He asked his father to call out all his co-workers who were resting at home and promote them at that time. Today's portion of chicken wings and potatoes was twice as much as yesterday's
You can bring the potatoes at home. There are not many chicken wings left today. Wang Yan plans to go to the market to buy them now. He agrees with the boss on how much chicken wings he will take every day to calculate the wholesale price.
When it's almost finished, call and have it delivered to the site, so that the chicken wings can be kept fresh and not spoil.
After Wang Yan talked about his idea, they all said that it was a good idea. Potatoes can be stored for a month or two without any problem. Fresh products like chicken wings are really inconvenient to bring around every day. Find a long-term supplier.
It is indeed much more convenient to ask the dealer to deliver the goods than to pick it up yourself every time.
After Huang Guiying had eaten, she also came over to help. Her first reaction when she saw Wang Yan was that she seemed a bit unfamiliar, and she was stunned for a full minute.
Seeing her look like this, Wang Yan must have been fascinated by him. He looked at her with a cool posture and asked: "What? You don't recognize the handsome guy in front of you. Do you think I'm handsome today?"
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"Handsome, but his hair seems a bit weird."
Wang Yan suddenly happily snapped his fingers at her and said, "This young man has a very strong receptive ability. He is worthy of being my heroic son."
Huang Guiying looked a little strange. She looked at Wang Yan with her eyes wide open, pouted slightly and said unconvinced: "Are you an old man? You are only one year older than me."
"Hey, you silly kid, Brother Yan, I'm just trying to make an analogy." Wang Yan took the opportunity to stroke the top of her head again. It was so soft and furry like a small animal.
Wang Yan suddenly missed his civet cat.
A strange feeling passed over the top of her head, and Huang Guiying secretly glanced at Wang Yan. From the side, yes, he was indeed quite handsome.
"But, I'm also going to get a haircut that will make you girls fascinated." By this time, Wang Yan had already imagined several more fashionable hairstyles in his mind.
Now Huang Guiying couldn't hold it in anymore and wanted to laugh. This guy just likes to brag and cut his hair, but he can still say something so mysterious. But what he just said made you girls fascinated. So she said with a straight face,
Looking at Wang Yan with a serious expression, he asked: "Brother Yan, who are you trying to chase? Are you regretting it again?"
"What are you regretting?" Wang Yan was actually just saying it casually. When he saw this little girl, he immediately became unhappy. He pulled his face down and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Repent of being with me? You met Shen Qingcheng yesterday." After saying this, Huang Guiying felt a little regretful, but she still couldn't control her mouth.
Wang Yan was also stunned for a moment, and then said: "What stupid things are you saying? How could she and I be together? That is the past tense."
Huang Guiying sighed slightly in her heart: "I hope so."
