Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 412 Clothes
Xiaohong changed into a jacket and skirt with large inverted sleeves.

The jacket is a pink color with winter plum embroidery, and the skirt is a red pleated skirt.

The matching is very eye-catching, making Xiaohong look playful, cute, like a vigorous female student.

For some reason, Xu San suddenly felt that if he replaced the wintersweet on the jacket with holly kitty, it would definitely make people laugh.

"Does it look good?" Xiaohong asked, turning around in front of Xu San.

"It looks good!" Xu San replied honestly.

"Is this the end? I always feel that you are fooling me?" Xiaohong stared at Xu San and asked suspiciously.

"Then what else do you want? Let me compose a poem?" Xu San asked with a smile.

Xiaohong nodded happily, with an expectant look on her face.

Xu San opened his mouth, and an irregular doggerel came out in an instant, but he didn't read it out, "Go around me, I don't have that poetic talent. If you make a doggerel casually, wouldn't it be sorry for you?" Prosperous face?"

Although she didn't get the gift of poems, Xu San's praise still made her very useful.

So Xiaohong pretended to be disappointed and unhappy, and said, "Forget it!"

Seeing that Xiaohong was upset, Xu San thought for a moment and said, "Although there are no poems, I can give you some suggestions for improving your makeup."

"How to change?"

"Change your hairstyle to two braids, it will be more energetic."

Xiaohong stroked her coiled hair, a little embarrassed, "Sister Hua is not here."

"I'll make it up for you."

"You still know this?" Xiaohong looked at Xu San with strange eyes.

"It's nothing difficult. Three strands and five strands are fine. Five strands is more suitable for the density of your hair."

Xiaohong blinked her eyes, "The Qing Dynasty has been dead for 30 years, and there are not many men who can braid their hair."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Make it up or not? If you don't make it up, let's go!" Xu San said impatiently.

"It's a rare opportunity for you, the leader, to serve me. How can this be wasted." Saying that, Xiaohong ran to the back room to find several hair ropes of different colors.

Looking at the hair rope in Xiaohong's hand, Xu San asked, "Isn't it Xiao Linzi who gave you this?" He picked out one, "I think this one was bought in my shop."

Looking at the headband, Xiaohong also thought of Lin Dong, but Lin Dong's appearance seemed to be blurred in his memory.

She doesn't love this man!
For him, this man is just a task, a springboard for her to reach the top of the Communist Party.

Thinking of this, she inexplicably felt a little more sad, feeling that it was difficult for a woman to shake off the shackles of fate.

"Miss him?"

Xu San's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

He nodded his head lightly as an acknowledgment.

"Well, it won't work recently. You also know that our Eighth Route Army has made a big move. After this time, I will take you to find him."

Xiaohong raised her head slowly, looked at Xu San, smiled against her will, and said, "Thank you."

In front of the dressing mirror, Xiaohong posed in several different poses, appreciating herself in the mirror from different angles, "Unexpectedly, brother-in-law, your craftsmanship is not bad, and your vision is also very accurate. It is much more pleasing to the eye when you change it into braids." .”

After finishing speaking, she frowned, because the slovenly image of Xu San behind her did not match her image of a little fairy.

"Brother-in-law, why don't you go change your clothes?"

Xu San looked at his own image in the mirror, and smiled shyly, "Isn't that nice? Isn't my green leaf just matching your delicate red flower?"

"Nonsense! Are you a safflower? You are a pile of sheep dung!" Xiaohong mercilessly judged Xu Sanhua's underpants and big sympathetic shirt.

Xu Sangang wanted to find a reason to shirk, but seeing Xiao Hong's fierce look, he immediately gave up, "Okay, I'll change!"

Looking at his few clothes, Xu San finally chose the Japanese-style kimono.

"Why are you wearing Japanese clothes again?" Xiaohong said a little unhappy.

"It's convenient, it can avoid trouble, and it can also solve trouble." Xu San said while arranging his clothes.

Xiao Hong pouted, and picked up Xu San's clothes, "Which sets of clothes did my sister bring you?"

"It's in the dormitory of the school. I haven't brought it yet."

After looking through it again, she couldn't find a decent one, so Xiao Hong gave up and watched Xu San wearing a skirt and skirt riding on the motorcycle.

The well-dressed Xiaohong chose to sit in the back seat instead of sitting in Douzi. She stretched out her small hand, patted Xu San's back vigorously, and shouted, "Fight~"

"Hey~" Xu San sighed, kicked the motorcycle with one foot, gave him a fistful of oil, and the motorcycle rushed out immediately.

"Oh~" The huge inertia made Xiaohong exclaim in surprise, and she hugged Xu San's waist in fright, "Why didn't you say anything while driving?!"

Xu San's deliberate mischief made Xiaohong feel resentful, and decided to buy a good pipa later to make him bleed once.

However, when she was thinking about buying the Shenma style, she found that Xu San had turned a corner and got into Xiyangshi Street, which was not the way to the central city.

"Hey, you've gone to the wrong place. Almost all the shops here are run by Dongying people, and there is no one selling pipas." Xiaohong reminded.

"There are sanxians here, they are all string instruments, you can just make do and play."

"Can Sanxian and Pipa be the same?"

"Why is it different? They all have strings. You, Xiaohong, are a master of musical instruments. Even with a cotton bow, you can play a natural sound."

"Nonsense, you want to fool me again! Let me tell you, if you don't take me to buy a pipa today, I will report to the organization and say you molested me."

"." Xu San didn't answer, but stopped the motorcycle.

Xiaohong turned her head and took a look, it was a flower shop.

Although the Dongying devils are not very good-natured, their small and fresh aesthetics are still very attractive to girls.

The layout of the flower shop is fresh and elegant, and the color scheme is also pleasing to the eye, especially the flowers placed outdoors are all budding, green and attractive.

Seeing the glamorous thing, Xiaohong got out of the car and ran over without asking Xu San to greet her.

Standing in front of a bouquet of lilies, she took a deep breath, and the refreshing floral fragrance spread all over her body immediately.

"Welcome!" The clerk saw Xiaohong and came over to say hello, but when the clerk saw Xiaohong's attire, he felt contempt in his heart, because Xiaohong's clothes were typical Chinese style, although the tailoring and materials were of the highest quality. , but the superiority of the Dongying people in China still made him look down on Xiaohong from the bottom of his heart.

"How do you sell this flower!" Xiaohong asked.

"The flowers here are not sold to Chinese people!" The clerk folded his hands and said in a disdainful tone with his nostrils upturned.

The word China is insulting!

If this was in another place, Xiaohong would definitely be furious, and even draw her gun.

But this is Xiyangshi Street, Devil Street, and the territory of devils. In this kind of place, even if Xiaohong has a bad temper, she has to bear it.

(End of this chapter)