He actually doesn't like sweets.

But when he was very young, the child had a natural love for sweets and wanted to eat a candy. But the man didn't buy it for him. He spent all the money he had on eating, drinking and gambling. He couldn't even eat enough, let alone eat.

sugar.

He looked at the colorful fruit candies in the hands of the children in the town and swallowed quietly. After they peeled off the candy wrappers and threw them on the ground, he secretly picked up the candy wrappers and licked them.

One winter, the mayor gave their family a very expensive jar of coffee candies, which was placed on the second floor of the cabinet. As the Chinese New Year approached, he went out to play cards again, betting so much that even the three-year-old son at home lost his money.

I forgot, I didn’t go home for two days in a row.

Cen Feng lay in bed hungry for two days.

There was nothing in the house except the jar of coffee and sugar on the cabinet. The child, who was still so young and as skinny as skin and bones, pushed a stool that was taller than him in front of the cabinet, climbed up on the stool, and opened the sugar jar.

He was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare to eat too much. He only ate two, then he screwed the lid and put it back. The candy was in his mouth, and it was so sweet that he couldn't bear to chew it, so he just kept it in his mouth until he fell asleep.

.

Finally he was beaten to wake up.

The man didn't know when he came back. There was a can of coffee and sugar that he had opened on the table. He cursed and punched and kicked him like a storm: "Did I tell you to take this can of sugar?"

You are not allowed to eat in exchange for money! Did I tell you! You starving debt collector, I will fucking beat you to death!"

After the beating, he seemed still upset, so he picked him up from the bed and pressed him on the table.

Then he opened the can of coffee candy, grabbed a large handful of it, pinched his chin and forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed half the can of coffee into his mouth like crazy.

The candies filled his mouth, tore the corners of his mouth, and choked him until he coughed to death.

From then on, Cen Feng didn't like eating sweets.

For a long time, he didn't even dare to eat sweet things because he would feel physically nauseous if he smelled them.

Later, I gradually recovered, and I regarded sweets as a spice to my bitter life. I would drink very sugary milk tea and eat very sweet cakes, but still would not touch a piece of sugar.

The sound of hard candy grinding against his teeth still made him retching.

When fans see that he likes sweets, they assume that he also likes sweets, and they always enthusiastically give him lots of candies. He will accept them with a smile, put them in his locker, and never open them again.

The colorful candy wrappers in the glass jar reflect the light and reflect the colorful light.

The female shopkeeper looked at him with a little fear, then pushed the sugar bowl forward: "You can take it away."

Cen Feng lowered his eyes and stared at the sugar bowl with an indifferent expression for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said: "When she comes over next time, tell her that I have never been here again and give her the things back."

The female shopkeeper was stunned: "Ah? You don't want it?"

He had no emotion: "No, don't tell her I've been here."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his guitar on his back.

There was a string of purple wind chimes hanging at the door of the store. When the door was pushed open, it made a clear and pleasant sound. Halfway through the door, he stopped, paused, and turned back.

The female shopkeeper looked at him a little surprised.

Cen Feng reached out, opened the lid of the sugar bowl, took a red candy from inside, covered the lid again, and pushed it inside, still looking as calm as water: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The female shopkeeper quickly waved her hand: "No trouble, no trouble."

He nodded slightly, took the candy in his hand, pushed the door open and left.

When I walked out the door, I met a man who would stop to listen to him sing a few lines every time he passed by after get off work. I greeted him friendly: "Hi, brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you want to sing today?" ?”

Cen Feng glanced at the fallen leaves on the ground and shook his head: "I won't sing today." He paused and then said, "I won't come here to sing anymore."

The man was a little disappointed: "Are you leaving? Well, I wish you can become a big star soon."

He smiled and walked through the winter night street with his guitar on his back, his back blending into the night.

…

Xu Zhaixing started school not long after he returned to City S.

She asked Cheng You to come over and copy the unfinished winter vacation homework two days ago. When Cheng You copied the homework, she used a fabric ruler to tailor and sew, mend, dismantle, dismantle, cut and scissor.

The prototype of the skirt had been made, and Cheng You asked her dubiously: "Zhaixing, can you really make the skirt in the painting? Aren't you the best at sewing clothes for Barbie dolls?"

Xu Zhaixing: "Children do their homework quietly and don't disturb the adults."

Cheng You: "Who am I helping with homework!!!"

Xu Zhaixing: "Good boy, I'll take you to eat fried chicken in a while. Eat big pieces."

Otherwise, she was a child. A piece of fried chicken immediately calmed her down.

After school started, Xu Zhaixing became even busier. This skirt was her hard work for several years. She sewed every stitch and even the diamond on the hem of the skirt herself without using the hands of others.

Sometimes Xu's mother wanted to help but was kicked out by her. Standing at the door, she sighed and said to Xu's father: "When she moved the Barbie doll home for free, who would have thought that she would be able to do what she does now?"

After the beginning of spring, the weather warmed up and the branches on the street sprouted new buds. Xu Zhaixing's skirt was finally completed and airlifted to City B before the competition.

She went to her class teacher to ask for leave, and after explaining her reasons, the class teacher immediately agreed and wished her good grades.

This time, of course, Xu Yan came to pick her up.

He put on a thin spring shirt, with long legs and narrow waist. Many girls came and looked at her secretly. Xu Zhaixing said thoughtfully: "Brother, why don't you pack yourself up and send it to your debut?

He is really getting more and more handsome, even more handsome than the male artists in our company!"

Xu Yan glanced at her: "I think your ability to talk is getting better and better."

Xu Zhaixing: "...I sincerely praise you, what are you doing to hurt me?"

The two bickered all the way to the parking lot. From a distance, they saw the car window rolled down and someone sitting inside happily waving to her.

As soon as they approached, Zhao Jinjin quickly got out of the car and said happily: "Miss, long time no see."

Xu Zhaixing also smiled: "Why are you here?"

The two got in the car, and Zhao Jinjin said: "Mr. Xu asked me to go home with you to try on dresses!"

Xu Zhaixing looked her up and down for a while: "You have maintained your figure very well. You have more lines than before, and your skin is better than before!"

Zhao Jinjin said proudly: "Of course!" She stretched out a finger and said pitifully: "In the past few months, I haven't even had a sip of Coke."

It almost made Xu Zhaixing laugh to death.

The skirt is at Xu Yan's residence, and Xu Zhaixing sent it along with the mannequin. Xu Yan took good care of it as required. It looked the same as it did when it was sent, and it still looks the same now.

Zhao Jinjin was chatting and laughing with her at first, but when he entered the room and saw the skirt, he was speechless.

She was so excited that her pupils dilated, and she asked Xu Zhaixing in disbelief: "Miss, you made this?! Oh my God, this dress is so beautiful! It's much better than the luxurious custom-made dress I wore on the red carpet last time.

Beautiful! Ahhhh, can I really wear this dress? Am I qualified? Am I really allowed to wear this?!"

Xu Zhaixing closed the bedroom door: "You can! Take it off!"

Zhao Jinjin bravely tore off his coat.

The skirt was made according to the proportions of her figure, and it fit her body curves line by line. Xu Zhaixing admired the beauty's devilish figure for free, helped her change into the dress, and then simply did her hair.

Zhao Jinjin had only one sentence throughout the whole process: "Why are you so awesome?"

After putting it on, Xu Zhaixing carefully looked to see if any adjustments were needed, and found that there was no need to adjust it at all, it was perfect.

She opened the door and asked Xu Yan to come in and take a look.

Xu Yan looked up and down at Zhao Jinjin, who was trembling with excitement, and nodded pertinently: "Not bad, go get the prize."

Zhao Jinjin was so excited that she almost cried: "I have never worn such a beautiful dress. I am so expensive..."

Xu Zhaixing clapped his hands: "Look, hey, take two steps, you take two steps! Stop shaking!"

Zhao Jinjin walked around tremblingly for two times, and found that wearing a skirt and walking on the catwalk without a skirt were completely different concepts. She had trained very well in the past few months, but she couldn't walk while wearing a skirt!

She was about to cry and said to Xu Zhaixing: "I'm so afraid of wearing it out. If I move too much, will the diamonds fall out while walking?"

Xu Zhaixing looked at her coldly: "Do you think you are Yue Yong, Bing Jing Die Ling, Zimeng Xue Ya Shangxue, and your tears will turn into pearls when you cry?"

Zhao Jinjin: "Who?"

In the next few days, Xu Zhaixing asked Zhao Jinjin to practice catwalk wearing a skirt. Wu Zhiyun had specially hired a model teacher to teach Zhao Jinjin through words and deeds. She was smart and learned things quickly. She got used to the skirt straps after practicing for a few days.

The sense of complexity that came with it has gone away in style.

The official competition will be soon.

The competition venue is located at a famous show venue in City B. The stage was built a few months ago. The competition has two rounds, the semi-finals and the finals, but there is no gap in between. The semi-finals mainly see whether the designers can present the works on the drawings perfectly.

, and the performance of the model.

After the semi-final screening, you will immediately enter the finals, and the competition will be based on the designer's skills.

When Xu Yan sent the two of them to the entrance of the participating designers, they could no longer follow. Only the designers themselves and the models could go in. He patted Xu Zhaixing on the head and said nothing else: "Come on."

Xu Zhaixing nodded proudly.

In international competitions, the allocation of individuals is very reasonable. A group of eight contestants are arranged in the same large dressing room. Each has its own dressing table and changing room. There is no crowding or collision at all, which avoids many conflicts.

Xu Zhaixing was on the 27th. When he followed the signs and entered with Zhao Jinjin, the designers in the room who were already busy working were all stunned.

Xu Zhaixing didn't dress up specially. She even looked bare-faced, with a vigorous ponytail, wearing sweatpants and white sneakers. No matter how she looked, she looked like a child who was not yet an adult.
To be continued...