Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 27 Dress, Coat, Newsboy Cap

After hearing this, Feng Xiuhu was silent for a moment, then began to take off his clothes without saying a word.

He threw his shirt on the table, baring his chest. "Come on, I'm ready. I'm deeply devoted to the God of Mist. Please organize the inspection."

Hollis Wu subconsciously leaned back. The clothes hadn't been washed for who knows how long, and the sour smell kept drilling into his nostrils: "Your understanding seems to be a little off... Can you take the clothes away first?"

Feng Xiuhu was still immersed in the emotions he had finally managed to build up. He raised his fists and shouted, "I am willing to dedicate everything I have to the God of Mist—including this dress!"

"The God of Mist doesn't need your clothes!"

Hollis Wu couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up a corner of his clothes with two fingers and threw it at Feng Xiuhu's face: "As a deacon, you should take a good bath!"

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertips carefully. "The test isn't that simple, nor can it be proved by just a few words. You must first perform well in the church. Deacons who excel will be given the opportunity to study in the cathedral. Finally, the bishop will personally enlighten you and complete your spiritual awakening."

"That's okay."

Feng Xiuhu put on his clothes.

Hollis Wu felt the smell lingering, so he walked aside and opened the window. "Besides taking a shower, you'd better buy some decent clothes. I don't want to see you dressed like this and proclaiming that you are a church deacon."

He took a deep breath by the window and said, "Perhaps you can learn from Boss Yuan. At least he doesn't behave like a rat from the gutter."

Hollis Wu walked back, picked up a pen, wrote a note, and handed it to Feng Xiuhu: "There is a tailor shop in the factory area. This is the address. You can go there and take a look."

……

Feng Xiuhu was sent away.

Halfway through the journey, he realized that he had forgotten the important matter - he forgot to ask what to do if the temple retaliated against him.

But Feng Xiuhu quickly put this thought behind his mind.

He had seen the methods of the church priests to some extent, and he was actually looking forward to the abilities of the temple monks.

Feng Xiuhu didn't recognize the address on the note, but fortunately Shunzi could find it.

The two of them wandered around the factory area for a long time before finally arriving at their destination.

Old William's tailor shop.

It was written in cursive on the doorplate.

The store's facade decoration is significantly different from the surrounding shops. The typical Western Continental style red brick exterior wall looks solemn and elegant. A small copper plaque with business hours engraved on it is riveted on the door.

On the other side of the door is a glass display window, inside which is a life-sized puppet wearing a dress.

Shunzi was a little timid and hesitated to go forward, but Feng Xiuhu had already pushed the door open and walked in.

jingle--

The bell hanging on the door made a clear and melodious sound.

The store is spacious and bright, with soft and thick carpets on the wooden floor. On both sides of the wall are rows of neatly arranged wooden hangers, which are hung with various finished clothing.

At the back of the shop is the work area, where sewing machines, irons and other tools are placed. A middle-aged tailor is busy and focused. He wears glasses and has his sleeves rolled up. The needle and thread in his hand shuttle through the fabric, as if he is creating a fine work of art.

Behind him is a huge fabric cabinet, with fabrics of various colors and styles neatly arranged into categories for people to choose from.

Hearing the bell, the tailor looked up and Feng Xiuhu also saw him clearly.

The tailor was wearing a close-fitting shirt and straight-leg trousers with a plaid vest on the outside. His beard and hair were neatly and exquisitely groomed - he was a very stylish old gentleman.

He is also a foreigner.

"Who are you looking for?"

Old William looked at Feng Xiuhu and asked - he really doesn't look like someone who is here to spend money.

Feng Xiuhu asked him, "Are you the boss?"

Old William nodded: "What about you?"

Feng Xiuhu replied, "Choir leader."

Old William smiled warmly: "Didn't Mr. Mao Dali tell you that you don't need to pay offering silver here?" At this time, Shunzi also plucked up the courage to come in. As soon as he entered the door, his tall figure blocked most of the sunlight.

Old William subconsciously took a step back: "What do you want to do?"

"Buying clothes," Feng Xiuhu explained. "Hollis Wu recommended me here."

After saying that, he started to stroll around, touching this and pulling that.

Old William felt uncomfortable watching this and whispered, "Touch it gently. It's hard to wash if it gets dirty."

Realizing that he was being disliked, Feng Xiuhu explained again: "Although I haven't showered recently, I do wash my hands every day."

Old William forced a wry smile. "Well, young man, why don't you come over here first and let me take your measurements?"

Feng Xiuhu's attention was attracted by a dress on the wall.

It was a complete suit, with lining, tie, vest, trousers, and jacket, everything from inside to outside.

Except for the shirt and tie, the whole outfit is made of dark gray tweed, which is simple yet classic, and this material can meet the need of keeping warm even when it is colder.

“I think this one is good.”

Feng Xiuhu turned around and asked Old William, "Can I try it?"

Old William hesitated for a moment, but nodded helplessly: "Since you have good taste, go ahead and try it. At worst, I can wash it again."

Without waiting for old William to bring the clothes rack, Shunzi had already used his height advantage to hand the clothes to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu stood in the store and took off all his clothes in a few seconds.

Old William couldn't bear to watch it, so he pretended to be busy and lowered his head to tidy up the workbench.

When he looked up again, Feng Xiuhu had already changed.

Old William's eyes lit up: "You are completely different from before!"

Feng Xiuhu was also quite satisfied, raising her arms and twisting her hips in front of the mirror.

Old William smiled and said, "It fits perfectly, doesn't it? You have a very accurate grasp of the size."

Feng Xiuhu felt that it was still a little lacking.

After thinking about it, he went to the window, took off a Chester coat from the puppet and put it on himself, and then took a newsboy cap from the wooden shelf and put it on his head.

That's about it.

Putting two fingers together and resting them on his forehead, Feng Xiuhu greeted himself in the mirror: "This is it. How much is it?"

In response to Feng Xiuhu's self-assertion, Old William gave a wry smile: "I'm sorry, sir, this suit was ordered by someone else, but if you like it, I can make you a new one."

Feng Xiuhu slowly spread his two fingers apart: "I'll pay double."

The wry smile on Old William's face turned bright: "Deal."

Feng Xiuhu was a man who would not suffer any loss. He turned around and took a pair of leather gloves from the counter and put them in his pocket: "This is a bonus."

Before Old William could object, Feng Xiuhu pushed Shunzi, whose face was grimacing with heartache, forward again: "He wants one too. Let's measure him."

Old William swallowed the refusal that was about to come out of his mouth and turned around to get the tape measure.

While measuring Shunzi's size, Feng Xiuhu and Old William started chatting casually.

"Who was this originally made for?"

"Mr. Mao Dali, you should know him. He is also the choir leader, but he is in the factory area."

No wonder Feng Xiuhu felt it sounded familiar just now, and now he remembered it.

He nodded thoughtfully: "I don't know him now, but I will know him later."

(End of this chapter)