Chapter 365: Silhouette

Chapter 365 Silhouette
The signboard has disappeared.
When Lao Feng returned to the old house, he could not see the signboard that he had stood in front of.
He used to be a tailor, and separated the living room from where he lived, as a place to tailor the customer and sew it.
Because the facade of the living room is still full of finished products, the place where it can be supplied is naturally much smaller.
However, Lao Feng was only a daughter of elementary school. Although this space is not big, the father and the daughter can always find a place to play.
Although the signboard was gone, Lao Feng found the key in the gap above the iron gate... When he touched the key, Lao Feng had a moment of joy.
But soon this joy will make you rush.
The door lock was still the door lock of the year, and the key was still the key to the year. It seems that nothing has changed - it just changed and there is no one living there.
No one has ever been there... I am afraid that Xia Man has not returned.
Sitting on a dusty old-fashioned leather sleeping couch, Lao Feng looked at the room silently and silently looked at the set of hangers with finished clothes.
They are like grass.
Old Feng suddenly gave a laugh.
He remembered, Xia Man was still a small time.
He remembered that his daughter would always hide behind those clothes. You didn't know when she would suddenly jump out of the position and then rushed toward you.
In this small, even narrow space, the daughter once rode on his shoulder, and the father and the daughter walked through every inch of the small house.
And in the corner of the corridor of this small house, there is also a shallow scratch.
They scraped in half a year and scraped in half a year.
Old Feng Wei was here, reaching out and touching these scratches, which he had personally scraped, and the proof of growing up in the summer.
One night, Lao Feng did not turn on the lights.
Although he is also wondering why he left for so many years, there is still no water and electricity disconnection. When the faucet is twisted, it is almost like sewage, full of rust-like tap water.
The reason for not turning on the lights is that Lao Feng does not want to let people know that there are still people living here... Although it has been over for more than a decade, the people who live here have already moved.
When he came back, he met some people who had known him in the past, but it seems... they didn't recognize themselves. Perhaps, they did not think about it, Lao Feng, who should not have appeared, can still walk here freely.
But still be careful.
But Lao Feng still made up his mind to clean up the dust inside the house and the tools he used to make a living.
He is a tailor. Some things have not been touched for more than a decade, but they are not meant to be thrown away.
Everything here is the same thing as everything he can remember in this day.
Lao Feng was busy in the middle of the night, and he slept deeply without knowing it... This is his most peaceful sleep for more than a decade.
I don't know why, when the sun was sunk, Lao Feng even had a feeling of not wanting to get up.
Even though he has been used to waking up on time, he has long been accustomed to it.
It seems that I have overslept, and old Feng looked at the time and was about to arrive at ten o'clock in the morning.
This is simply an incredible thing... But at this time, Lao Feng, who had no time to wash his face, suddenly heard the sound of knocking on the door.
This made him jump in his heart... Who came back to this place?
This should not be the case.
Although Lao Feng knew that he could come out, it was all thanks to the mysterious shop, but he did not know the things in prison.
Perhaps the prison has discovered that he has disappeared, perhaps to come... the person who caught him!
He did not guarantee that the shop would always protect his safety. Lao Feng took the initiative and took the scissors for the tailoring. He held it tightly on his hand and approached the door of the house.
Knocking on the door, it sounded louder. I only heard a man talking: "Excuse me, is anyone there? Anyone?"
Old Feng frowned, approaching the small hole in the door, and wanted to see who was standing outside the door.
He... how could he be here?
Lao Feng didn't feel that he was old and dim to the point where he couldn't see who was standing outside the door... The outside person was his daughter's fiance!
"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
Old Feng bit his teeth. He knows that it is best to not make a sound. Perhaps Zhou Zihao will not leave when he will not leave. But he still has no way to let himself not speak.
He wants to know that he wants to know this man... the man he chose for his daughter is exactly what it is.
He wants to personally feel it, this young man is a man.
"Who is outside?" Lao Feng said with a voice, and said something across the door.
He knows that he is talking here, at the risk of exposing himself to being a prisoner.
But he has been desperate, and his instinct as a father has driven him.
"Great! Someone is there!" Zhou Zihao in front of the door showed a smile. "When I went upstairs, I thought there was no one living here. I didn't expect that there are people!"
"What the are you doing?"
Zhou Zihao had to move toward this old doorway: "Oh, this is the case. Are you the master here? I heard that there is a hand-made tailor who lives here. I am getting married, so I want to find a good one. Master, give my fiancee a good wedding dress!"
"You... how did you know this place?"
"I saw it on the Internet." Zhou Zihao did not conceal: "Actually, this place is too biased, not a street shop, or even a signboard. It is not mentioned online, I am afraid I can't find it." of."
Online?
Strange... Old Feng frowned and felt something sensitive.
But he took a deep breath, bit his teeth, opened the wooden door, and looked at the young man outside the iron gate, and said: "You should come ahead and say it."
"Ok!"
Zhou Zihao walked in with a trace of anticipation... When he entered the door, he saw all kinds of Chinese clothes in this living room.
There is also a workbench set up here, a sewing machine that looks very old, some rulers, needlework, scissors...
Zhou Zihao grew up abroad since childhood, and rarely touched these things as if they were all tasteful.
They are like old silhouettes, and they are laid out in the same way.
"Master Fu surname?" Zhou Zihao asked politely.
"I..." Lao Feng sat down while watching Zhou Zihao. "My name is Zhou."
When Lao Feng said it, he silently said to the old man in the prison that he couldn’t help himself. He borrowed his last name for the time being.
"It turned out to be Master Zhou." Zhou Zihao glanced, then smiled and said: "I didn't expect, we still have the same surname! I also surnamed Zhou, Zhou Zihao!"
"Zihao, Zihao, Zhou Zihao." Lao Feng whispered the name several times and nodded. "Well, this name is okay, you look good, too."
Zhou Zihao suddenly felt that the master Zhou’s eyes were a little different... The ghost knew what this strange look was. He was just thinking, probably these masters have some weird temper?
"You said... I want to make a wedding dress for your fiancee, right?" Lao Feng asked starring Zhou Zihao.
Zhou Zihao nodded and said: "Well, yes! My fiancée likes Chinese wedding dresses, but I have found some designers who are not satisfied. So I thought, I would like to find some masters like you, maybe I can do it. To the right."
"Since it is a wedding dress, why don't you come with your fiancee?"
Zhou Zihao scratched his hair and smiled slyly. "I want to give her a surprise. I don't want you to say, I am also screaming at her. I am afraid that if I find it and I don't like it, I will not provoke her." happy."
Lao Feng stared at Zhou Zihao well, and for a while, he nodded slowly. "Well, you are not bad."
Zhou Zihao always feels that this kind of gaze seems to have been seen somewhere... similar to the first time he saw his fiancee's parents, Tao Jia's aunt?
"Oh... yes, Master, are there any pictures and other things here?"
To avoid embarrassment, Zhou Zihao quickly said: "I want to take some back and see if I can make my fiancee tempted... Hey, I am talking about pictures like wedding dresses and so on? There should be Is it convenient?"
"You wait for me." Lao Feng nodded and walked to the front of the workbench.
However, after thinking for a while, he did not take out the old album that he had retained.
Instead, he sat down and took some manuscript paper. After pondering for a while, he painted it on the manuscript paper with a colored pencil.
Soon after, Lao Feng took the manuscript paper to Zhou Zihao. "Probably this style, you bring it back to let your fiancée look at it. If she likes it, you come to me again."
"Well, I see it!" Zhou Zihao glanced at it casually, always feeling that there is nothing special about these images... or he doesn't know much about it.
"However, I have a condition." Lao Feng slowly said: "I want to ask you to make a wedding dress for you. You can only come by yourself next time, and you are not allowed to disclose where I live."
"This..." Zhou Zihao stunned and said: "Master, say good beforehand, can't you guarantee that my fiancee will like this?"
Lao Feng looked at Zhou Zihao deeply and said: "She will like it."
"Look and see." Zhou Zihao did not agree at once.
Lao Feng said: "Remember, you want to find me, you can only come to this place alone, and you are not allowed to disclose it. Otherwise, you will not find me again."
Zhou Zihao did not care.
Sure enough, these old masters are very strange in character.
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After turning over the last day of August, after a few days, the city became sunny again.
I heard that there was a typhoon hanging a few days ago, and it was raining.
It is rare that such a good weather is like a good sign for the freshmen who are about to start school.
The little girl took a big luggage bag and walked out of the station. She saw a lot of young people standing next to a certain school brand. It should be the kind of brothers and sisters who help new students.
But she did not immediately go up to ask, but went to the third exit, and stood here, like waiting for someone.
The little girl looked around, her eyes suddenly stopped, and she moved her lips slightly, revealing a hint of surprise.
She did not wait for an acquaintance with her own appointment, but waited for another acquaintance who had not agreed to it... unexpected.
During that summer vacation, I came to the young and private guests of the holiday homes she operated.
Just at the third exit, Lu Yiyun saw Luo Qiu.
The little girl suddenly remembered that the blue star he had given her.
(End of this chapter)