He actually doesn't like sugar.
It's just that when they are very young, children have a natural love for sugar, and they want to eat a candy. But that person didn't buy it for him, so he spent his dime on eating, drinking, and betting, and he couldn't get enough food, let alone sugar.
He looked at the colorful fruit candies in the hands of the children in the town, and quietly swallowed his saliva. After they peeled off the candies and threw them on the ground, he secretly picked up the candies and licked them.
One winter, the mayor sent a can of expensive coffee candy to their home, and the man put it on the second floor of the cabinet. As the Chinese New Year approached, he went out to play cards again, betting that he had forgotten even a three-year-old son at home, and did not go home for two consecutive days.
Cen Feng lay in bed hungry for two days.
There is nothing in the house, only the can of coffee sugar on the cabinet. The young child, skinny and skinny, pushed a stool taller than him to the front of the cabinet, climbed up on the stool, and opened the sugar bowl.
He was afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare to eat too much, so he only ate two, then obediently twisted 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 held it until he fell asleep.
In the end, he was beaten up.
The man didn’t know when he would come back. There was the coffee candies opened by him on the table. The curse was punched and kicked, and poured down his head like a storm: "Did I tell you that this can of sugar is going to be taken? You are not allowed to eat for money! Did I tell you! You starving ghost debt collector, I fucking beat you to death!"
After the fight, he still seemed to be uncomfortable, picked him up from the bed and pressed him on the table.
Then he opened the can of coffee candies, grabbed a handful of them, pinched his chin to force him to open his mouth, and stuffed half the can of cafe into his mouth like crazy.
The candy filled his mouth, tore the corners of his mouth, and choked him until he died of coughing.
Since then, Cen Feng no longer loves sugar.
For a long time, he didn't even dare to eat sweet things, he would be physiologically nauseous when he smelled it.
Later, I gradually recovered, taking sweets as a condiment for bitter life, drinking very sugary milk tea, eating very sweet cakes, but still not touching a candy.
The sound of hard candy crushing his teeth still made him retching.
Fans see him like sweets, they think he likes sweets too, and they always give him a lot of sweets enthusiastically. He would smile and accept it, then put it in the locker and never open it again.
The colorful sugar paper in the glass jar reflects the light, reflecting the colorful light.
The female shopkeeper looked at him with a little fear, and pushed the sugar bowl forward again: "You take it away."
Cen Feng looked down, staring at the sugar bowl with an indifferent expression for a while, then suddenly raised his head and said, "When she comes back next time, you tell her that I haven't been here again and give her things back."
The female shopkeeper was stunned: "Huh? You don't want it?"
He has no emotions: "No, don't tell her I've been here."
After speaking, turn around with the guitar on his back and leave.
A string of purple wind chimes hung at the entrance of the store, and when the door was opened, a clear and pleasant bell rang. When the door was pushed halfway, he stopped, paused, and then folded back.
The female shopkeeper looked at him a little surprised.
Cen Feng stretched out his hand, opened the lid of the sugar bowl, took a red candy from the inside, closed the lid again, and pushed it in, still looking calm as water: "Trouble you."
The female shopkeeper waved her hand quickly: "No trouble, no trouble."
He nodded slightly, pulled the candy in his palm, pushed the door and left.
When I walked to the door, I met a man who would stop to listen to him singing a few songs every time I passed by after get off work, and greeted him friendly: "Hi, brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you sing today? ?"
Cen Feng glanced at the fallen leaves and shook his head: "I won't sing today." He paused and said, "I won't come here to sing anymore."
The man was a little disappointed: "Are you leaving? Hey, I wish you a star soon."
He smiled and walked through the winter night street with his guitar on his back, his back melted into the night.
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Xu Diexing started school soon after he returned to City S.
The unfinished winter homework was all made by Cheng You two days ago to help her copy. When Cheng You was copying homework, she held a cloth ruler and tailored scissors there, sewing, repairing, dismantling, and cutting.
The prototype of the skirt has been made, and Cheng You half-believingly asked her: "Catch the stars, can you really make the skirt on the painting? Don't you at most only sew clothes for Barbie dolls?"
Xu Jiexing: "Children do their homework quietly and don't disturb the adults."
Cheng You: "Who am I helping with homework!!!"
Xu Zaixing: "Hey, I'll take you to eat fried chicken, big chunks."
How about a kid, a piece of fried chicken immediately calmed her.
After school started, Xu Jiexing became even busier. This skirt was her painstaking effort for several years. She sews every stitch and thread, even a diamond on the skirt, without any other's hands.
Sometimes Xu's mother was kicked out by her when she wanted to help. She stood at the door and said to Father Xu with a sigh: "When she used to move Barbie dolls to the house without money, who would have thought that she had the ability to do it now?"
After the beginning of the spring, the weather picked up and the branches on the street sprout new shoots. Xu Zaixing's skirt was finally completed and airlifted to City B before the game.
She went to ask for leave from the head teacher, and after explaining the reason, the head teacher agreed immediately and wished her good grades.
Of course Xu Yan came to pick her up this time.
He put on a thin spring shirt, with long legs and narrow waist. Many girls were sneaking at her along the way. Xu Jiexing said thoughtfully, "Brother, why don't you pack and package yourself and send you to make your debut? You are really getting handsomer and more handsome than our company's male artists!"
Xu Yan glanced at her: "I think your silly skills are getting better and better."
Xu Jixing: "... 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 lowered. Someone was sitting inside and waving at her happily.
As soon as he approached, Zhao Jinjin hurriedly got out of the car and said happily, "Miss, it's been a long time since I saw you."
Xu Jiexing also smiled: "Why are you here?"
When the two got in the car, Zhao Jinjin said, "Mr. Xu told me to go home with you to try on the skirt!"
Xu Jiexing looked at her up and down for a while: "Your figure is well maintained, you have more lines than before, and your skin is better than before!"
Zhao Jinjin proudly said: "Of course!" She stretched out a finger and said pitifully: "I haven't even drank a sip of Coke in these months."
Hurry up to laugh at Xu Zaixing.
The skirt was where Xu Yan lived, and Xu Jiexing sent it along with the human model. Xu Yan kept it well as required, what it was like when it was sent, and what it is now.
Zhao Jinjin originally talked to her and laughed, but after entering the room and seeing the skirt, she couldn't say anything.
His pupils were dilated with excitement, and he asked Xu Jiexing incredulously: "Miss, this is what you did?! Oh my god, this dress is too beautiful! It's more luxurious than the luxurious custom-made dress I wore on the red carpet last time. Pretty! Ah, can I really wear this skirt? Am I eligible? Can I really?!"
Xu Jixing closed the bedroom door: "You can! Take it off!"
Zhao Jinjin tore off his coat boldly.
The skirt is made in proportion to her figure, and every thread fits the curve of her figure. Xu Jiexing admired the beauty's devil figure for free, and after helping her change her dress, she simply dangled her hair.
Zhao Jinjin only had one sentence throughout the whole process: "Why are you so good?"
After putting it on, Xu Jiexing took a closer look at where there was no need to adjust, and found that it was not used at all, which was perfect.
She opened the door and asked Xu Yan to come in.
Xu Yan looked up and down Zhao Jinjin, who was trembling with excitement, and nodded pertinently: "Yes, let's get the prize."
Zhao Jinjin was so excited that he almost cried: "I have never worn such a beautiful dress, I'm so expensive..."
Xu Zhixing clapped his hands: "Look at this, hey, take two steps, you take two steps! Don't shake!"
Zhao Jinjin walked two laps tremblingly, and found that wearing skirts and not wearing skirts on the catwalk was completely different. She has been training very well in the past few months, why can't she leave in a skirt!
She wanted to cry without tears and said to Xu Tiexing: "I'm so scared to wear it out. If I move too much, will I drop diamonds while walking?"
Xu Zhixing looked at her coldly: "Do you think you are Yueyong·Bingjing Dieling·Zimengxueya Shangxue? When you cry, your tears will turn into pearls?"
Zhao Jinjin: "Who?"
In the next few days, Xu Jixing asked Zhao Jinjin to practice the catwalk in a skirt. Wu Zhiyun specially invited Zhao Jinjin to teach by his model teacher. She is spiritual enough and learns things quickly. After a few days of practice, she adapted to the skirt belt. The sense of complexity and ornamentation that came here has gone pretty well.
Soon it will be the official game.
The competition venue is located in the famous show in City B, and the stage has been set up a few months ago. There are two rounds of the competition, the semi-finals and the finals, but there is no gap in between. The semi-finals are mainly to see whether the designer presents the works on the drawings perfectly, and the performance of the models.
After the rematch screening, you will immediately enter the finals. The comparison is the designer's foundation.
When Xu Yan sent the two to the entrance of the participating designers, they couldn't continue to follow. Only the designer and the model could enter. He patted Xu Qiexing on the head and said nothing else: "Come on."
Xu Zhixing nodded proudly.
For international competitions, the individual allocation is very reasonable. Groups of eight players are arranged in the same large server room, each with its own dressing table and changing room, which is not crowded or clashing at all, avoiding a lot of contradictions.
Xu Jiexing was on the 27th, and when he followed the signs to go in with Zhao Jinjin, the designers who were already busy in the room were all taken aback.
Xu Jiexing didn't dress up specially. She even had her face turned upright, with a vigorous ponytail, wearing sports pants and stepping on white sneakers, she looked like an underage child.
But she had the designer's sign on her chest again, and a "27" sign was pinned on her waist.
Those who can enter the semi-finals, no matter how young they are, at least have graduated from college, and when did they have minors.
They all looked at Xu Jiexing with amazement and inconceivability. If the contestants were still anonymous until now, they would have doubted whether this opened the back door.
A male stylist with a beard and a makeup brush applying makeup to his model couldn't help but greet her: "My dear, how old are you, little girl?"
Xu Jiexing said politely: "I am sixteen."
The room is full of sluts.
The man was shocked: "Genius." He glanced at Zhao Jinjin who was holding the skirt behind him, eh, for a long time, "You're not that... That..." After a long time, he patted his forehead and pointed to him. The back room: "You guys go and change clothes. The changing room No. 27 is there."
The two thanked them and went straight.
As soon as he entered the small space and closed the door, Zhao Jinjin finally breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "I thought someone would trouble us, and went all the way to fighting."
She doesn't have much reputation in the circle. Every time she goes to an event, she encounters something unpleasant. I thought it was the same this time.
Xu Jixing said while helping her to put on a dress: "Most designers are proud. We were lucky and didn't meet a villain."
She couldn't help saying: "Miss, it's nice to follow you, no one will bully me."
In a word, it tells how bitter the entertainment industry is.
Xu Jiexing paused, and then said softly for a long time: "Chenxing will become stronger, trust me. In a few years, those who have bullied you will look up to you. We will all become stronger."
We will all become strong and protect the people we want to protect.