Chapter 794: 794: A Hundred Years of Memories (2)

Because every time Ning Huanxin goes out now, the most conventional equipment is a cap with sunglasses or a mask.
So the boss couldn't see her face, so he could only praise her for her good figure, which was the clothes rack.
Ning Huanxin smiled faintly, chose a suit of clothes that he thought was good, and took it to the fitting room.
Bai Wuchang has been silent since he entered the door, and Ning Huanxin didn't know what he was going to do here.
Catch ghosts?
There seems to be no yin and evil spirits here, it's not like a haunted place!
Forget it, I can't interfere with the underworld.
Ning Huanxin went to the fitting room and put on the Hanfu she had chosen. Although it was a bit cumbersome to wear, after changing into the clothes, Ning Huanxin took a photo in the mirror in the fitting room. Beautiful, the more I look, the more I like it.
"That's it."
Ning Huanxin came out of the fitting room and planned to buy this suit, but as soon as she came out, she saw the shop owner and Bai Wuchang standing in front of the suit. The atmosphere between the two was a little strange.
"what happened?"
Ning Huanxin looked at the suit on the wall. This suit occupies a wall alone, which is quite a treasure of the town.
This is a set of white gowns. The style is a bit like that of the Republic of China. It is men's. The gowns are embroidered with complicated patterns with silver thread. At first glance, you can tell that they are the work of tailors.
"Beauty, handsome guy, this suit of our ancestors really left it, and we won't sell it."
The boss looked at Bai Wuchang with a little embarrassment. This was their family heirloom. Before his death, his grandma told him that no matter who bought it, he couldn't sell it for any amount of money.
Grandma is the most respected person in the boss's life. He has remembered his grandma's words all these years. Moreover, this is just a set of clothes, not a rare treasure. Although some people want to buy it these years, it is said that it is from the boss’s family. Those who don’t take out, the customers just stop there.
"Brother Bai, you?"
Ning Huanxin couldn't help but glance at Bai Wuchang when he heard what the boss said.
"Not for sale? Can I try?"
Bai Wuchang's eyes flashed and suddenly turned to stare at the tailor's owner.
"Your elders said that this suit can't be sold, but didn't they say not to let people try it? I'll try it once."
Bai Wuchang suddenly pulled out ten hundred-yuan bills from his pocket; "Try me once, the money is all yours." "This..."
Hearing what Bai Wuchang said, the boss was slightly taken aback. This thousand dollars is really a pie in the sky! At the time, grandma only said that she made this suit for an deceased person, and she couldn't sell it for any amount of money, but... she really didn't tell anyone to try it on?
Moreover, the young man in front of him looked handsome and noble, not like a rogue liar.
"Okay, okay, you can try it! If you like, I can make another set for you according to this style, but...I can't learn the embroidery on this suit. This is my grandma's ancestral skill. , Xie's 68 stitches!"
While talking, the boss turned around to fetch the suit.
And at this moment, Ning Huanxin suddenly turned his head and looked at Bai Wuchang with a complicated look.
Bai Wuchang's real name is Xie Bian.
And the grandmother of this tailor's shop is also named Xie?
Could it be...
While Ning Huan was in deep thought, the boss had already taken down the suit. Although the suit had been hung here for decades, it still looked brand new because of the master's care, and there was no dust.