"Xiaoman, I have something to do today and I have to leave early."
"But, we didn't make an appointment..."
"My mother is here to pick me up. Goodbye..."
"Oh fine."
When she was still a child, Feng Xiaman hung her hands on the shoulder straps of her schoolbag and lowered her head. She said to herself: It's nice to have parents who come to pick up people after school.
If it was a month ago, there would probably be someone standing in front of the school gate waiting for me right now, right?
Although his hands are very rough, they are also very big and can always hold his little hand tightly.
Feng Xiaman walked through the crowd. She had to walk quickly. But no matter how far she walked, some sounds could reach her ears.
"Don't talk to her tomorrow, okay?" said the parents who were picking her up from school.
"If she plays with you, remember to say you have no time, you know? If she refuses to let you go, tell the teacher!" Another parent who was picking up and dropping off school also talked to his child in this way.
There are also... similar words, even more unpleasant words.
"Don't play with the murderer's children. You are a good boy and that boy is a bad boy."
Yes, there are always such ugly things to say.
She could only cover her ears hard and run around the corner quickly...to escape from all this.
…
"Xia Man, Xia Man? Xia Man?"
"Ah? What's wrong?"
Tao Xiaman was startled, and subconsciously looked at her fiancé, who was also her college classmate in Los Angeles. They met, got to know each other, fell in love, and unknowingly, they were now about to enter the palace of marriage.
"What's wrong? The designer is asking you something." My fiancé Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "They are asking you how the dress you designed looks like."
"Oh... I'm sorry, I just got distracted." Tao Xiaman looked apologetically at the designer he was negotiating with.
The designer, who was in his thirties, had his own family, and was somewhat famous in the industry, gave an understanding smile, "It's okay, it's easy for girls to lose their minds before marriage. When I got married a few years ago,
She is also nervous and often distracted. At this time, Mr. Zhou must coax your future wife."
Zhou Zihao smiled honestly and looked at his fiancée with a look of happiness and satisfaction.
The designer continued: "Miss Tao, according to your request, I have produced three renderings of the dress. What do you think?"
Tao Xiaman then looked at the design drawings in her hand again, and then she remembered that she suddenly became distracted while looking at the second design drawing.
"Well... I want to think about it again." Tao Xiaman hesitated for a while and then said suddenly.
The designer was stunned for a moment and had to say: "Ms. Tao, don't you like this kind of traditional Chinese wedding dress that combines Western concepts?"
"No, it won't..." Tao Xiaman quickly waved her hands and said, "It is indeed very beautiful, but I still want to think about it."
"That's it..." the designer smiled: "Indeed, after all, it is a lifelong matter, so of course it needs to be considered carefully. Well, Miss Tao, I will go back and change it now. What do you think?"
"Sorry to trouble you." Tao Xiaman nodded.
Zhou Zihao quickly took Tao Xiaman's hand and walked out of the store and walked towards the parking place. At this time, he suddenly asked softly: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I see that you are not in good spirits."
Tao Xiaman shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because I just came back and it's not suitable for the time here."
"Well, then get more rest." Zhou Zihao didn't think much about it... He really didn't sleep well last night.
Although it has been more than a week since I came back.
While calling Tao Xiaman to open the car door, Zhou Zihao said, "But, I thought you would like this kind of traditional dress."
"Why do you say that?" Tao Xiaman asked curiously.
Zhou Zihao smiled and said: "Do you still remember last year's Christmas? I didn't walk through a clothing store that day. I saw you staring at a cheongsam in there and you couldn't walk. This designer was introduced by one of my senior brothers.
It was given to me, so I told her to try it with the Chinese version first. I originally planned to give you a surprise, but I didn’t expect to make you unhappy."
Tao Xiaman was a little touched, patted Zhou Zihao's hand and said: "I'm not unhappy. I do like Chinese food, but..."
"Just what?"
"It is very difficult for a girl to find a Chinese wedding dress with phoenix gown and skirt that she really likes in her life." Tao Xiaman shook her head and said, "I don't want to give in..."
"Hmm... that makes sense." Zhou Zihao nodded slowly, "Well, there's still some time anyway. If this doesn't work, let's find something else. By the way, when will uncle and aunt come back?"
"Next week."
The car left slowly.
The old man didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't choose to walk out until the car had completely left. The old man had never been so excited in all these years.
The joy of seeing Xia Man and the unrecognizable restraint also made him feel tormented at the same time.
But Lao Feng took one last look at this dress shop. For him, it was still good after all.
Because my daughter is getting married soon.
For a father, there is nothing better than this.
…
Lao Feng quickly put on his hat and mask and left the place.
He didn't know how he left that high wall.
The only thing he knew was that when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the street.
What he was wearing was not a prison uniform, but a set of simple casual clothes. He also had some money in his pocket. Not much, probably a few hundred yuan.
Then, he saw with his own eyes that the girl was led out of the car by the boy and walked into the dress shop... The moment he saw the girl, Lao Feng knew that this was his daughter.
It's an innate feeling and it's unmistakable.
Lao Feng even found a note with a certain address written on it from the pocket of his clothes: Tao Xiaman's address.
He once learned from the employees of that welfare institution that the family name that adopted his daughter was Tao.
Lao Feng only felt that he had encountered the most mysterious thing in the world... But even if this was just a dream, he was willing to get stuck in it.
Don't want to wake up.
Perhaps, he should cherish this little time and go hide at Tao Xiaman's address to see more of his grown-up daughter.
But after feeling melancholy for a long time, Lao Feng decided to go back to his home first.
That old house.
…
…
In the evening, after talking on the phone with Tao Xiaman, Zhou Zihao calmed down.
He loves this girl more than everything about himself.
He tried his best to give her the best.
Although this is a wedding banquet held here, it is mainly to meet the relatives and friends of both the man and the woman's family here, and after the marriage, they will still settle abroad.
Zhou Zihao can't sleep. Firstly, it's because of jet lag, right? Secondly, it's probably because of what happened during the day.
Zhou Zihao started browsing Zhihu to see if there were any posts introducing dresses in this city.
It's been more than half an hour, but he hasn't found what he wants.
Zhou Zihao just wanted to give it a try and posted a question: Where can I find an experienced and skilled Chinese cheongsam master?
Of course, it was just a try, and he didn't expect to get the answer right away.
Zhou Zihao himself also laughed a little, and turned off the headlight, intending to take a good rest... Unexpectedly, there was a message prompt.
His post was actually replied to. Zhou Zihao quickly turned on the light and took a look.
A D named lq wrote this: I heard that more than ten years ago there was a tailor with good skills who specialized in custom-making cheongsam and other clothing. He lived at No. 33, Lane 2, Jihua Road. Now
I don’t know if it’s still there, but you can go and have a look.
"More than ten years ago?" Zhou Zihao was stunned, thought for a moment, then got up and wrote such an address on a note.
…
When he woke up the next day, Zhou Zihao rubbed his eyes. He seemed to have slept well last night and felt full of energy today.
He glanced at the note he wrote on his bedside table, thought for a while, and then called his fiancée.
"Hey, Xia Man, I made an appointment with some old classmates for dinner today, so I won't be able to accompany you in the afternoon." Zhou Zihao said apologetically: "We just started chatting last night. I watched it too late, so there was no quarrel.
you."
"Oh, it's okay. You haven't been back for a long time, so you should meet your old classmates. I have a report to rush here, and I don't have time to go out today. Be careful on the road, especially when driving. The driveway here and
Los Angeles is different.”
Zhou Ziling chatted for a few more words, then tidied himself up and drove out.
The target displayed on the car navigation is: No. 33, Lane 2, Jihua Road (To be continued.)
