Today is really not a good day for shopping.
The sky was dark, and the clouds were getting lower and lower. The cold wind blew on my body, and my hair and face were soaked by the sporadic rain falling from the sky.
There were no bright smiles blooming in the sun, no tank tops showing off beautiful collarbones and slender necks, no beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings that aroused people's fantasies - oh, there were also a few beautiful women who were not afraid of the strong cold and showed off their snow-white long legs and insisted on bringing benefits to people. Fang Yan admired them sincerely in his heart.
Not traveling because the journey is too long; not falling in love again because you have been hurt; not wearing black stockings because the weather is cold - all of these behaviors are hooliganism.
Because of the weather, there are few people on the pedestrian street today.
Fang Yan, in a black buttonless Zhongshan suit, and Qin Yitian, in a white school uniform and blue trousers, walked side by side, which was very eye-catching.
Fang Yan was handsome and elegant, and he always had a smile on his face when he walked. He held his head slightly high, looking quite proud, as if he had just beaten Ye Wenrou severely instead of being beaten to a pulp by Ye Wenrou and running away from home.
Qin Yitian is as beautiful as a lotus in clear water, without any makeup. But her plain face gives people a breathtaking beauty. She has long hair and a slender figure. What is even more outstanding is her temperament. When she walks among the crowd, she is like a queen inspecting her subjects.
She said nothing, did nothing, and just walked quietly. However, everyone's eyes were still involuntarily cast on her.
Talented man and beautiful woman, a match made in heaven. This is probably what it means, right
Because business was slow, many store salespeople or owners were looking outside.
There was surprise, envy, and even more admiration in their eyes.
"That girl is so beautiful-----"
"Like a fairy in a painting----"
"The boy is handsome too - but his clothes are too tacky. If he puts on our new sweatshirt, it will be more coordinated -"
It was just a simple matter of a man taking a girl shopping, but it became the subject of their conversation.
Qin Yitian was very tall, almost reaching Fang Yan's chin. Fortunately, she was tall, otherwise she would not be able to control her natural temperament of being the only one in the world----
"I really don't know what she is so proud of." Fang Yan thought to himself. Can she be so proud just because she is prettier, more capable, and better at studying? If that's the case, then I have to write a sign and hang it around my neck with a few big red words on it saying 'I am Teacher Qin Yitian Fang Yan'
Did Fang Yan do this? No.
So, Teacher Fang is actually a very low-key man.
As they walked, Qin Yitian suddenly handed her white cross-body bag to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan looked at her suspiciously and said, "What for?"
"It seems like all boys have to carry backpacks for girls." Qin Yitian said, pointing at the few couples on the street.
Fang Yan studied it carefully and found that it was exactly the same as Qin Yitian said. The girls were shopping happily, while the boys were carrying women's bags and were laughing and crying.
"Does it have to be like this?" Fang Yan asked.
Qin Yitian did not answer, but looked at Fang Yan and nodded gently. Her smile was vague, indifferent and elegant-----
"Pooh, pooh, pooh-----" Fang Yan quickly cursed several times in his heart. What was wrong with him? Why did he always think of words like noble, elegant, tall, etc. when he was with this female student? What was so elegant about a smile
"You're such a jerk." Fang Yan scolded himself in his heart. He must keep his heart and not be easily fooled by this little fairy - little witch.
Fang Yan took Qin Yitian’s white bag and put it on his shoulder. He looked at it carefully and was happy: he and this bag matched well.
Qin Yitian stopped again when he arrived at the door of a Hong Kong-style fish ball shop.
"Are you hungry?" Fang Yan asked.
"Not hungry." Qin Yitian shook his head.
"So what do you want to do?"
Qin Yitian pointed at the couples queuing up and said, "It seems like they all like to eat this - you should also queue up."
"------"
Fang Yan and Qin Yitian, each holding a bowl of fish balls, stood at the door of an Italian western restaurant. While chewing the hot fish balls, Fang Yan asked, "Miss, can we get a discount if we go in together?"
The receptionist smiled and nodded, saying, "Sir, our restaurant is having a promotion. Today is the last day. If two people consume, one of them will get a 50% discount-----"
Fang Yan and Qin Yitian looked at each other and thought, these merchants are really good at doing business.
After eating and drinking, Fang Yan went to the bathroom temporarily.
When he came back, Qin Yitian was swiping his credit card to pay the bill.
Fang Yan said in a blaming manner: "This kind of thing should be done by men - how can you let a girl pay for it? Where can I put my face?"
The waitress looked at Fang Yan with admiration and thought, this man is quite good.
"You're not as rich as I am." Qin Yitian signed his name neatly on the receipt printed out by the POS machine.
"------" Fang Yan felt a pain in his chest, as if he was stabbed. He felt that he had completely lost face this time.
So, the waitress looked at Fang Yan with eyes full of contempt.
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After dinner, Fang Yan accompanied Qin Yitian to continue shopping.
Passing by the door of a shop called Jiangnan Silk Shop, Fang Yan stopped on his own initiative.
Qin Yitian looked up at the name of the store, then at the cheongsam scarves being sold inside. He understood and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Go in and take a look?" Fang Yan said with a smile. "If you treat me to a meal, I'll buy you a small gift."
"Okay." Qin Yitian agreed readily.
"Welcome." The male staff members of the silk shop all wore Tang suits and the female staff members all wore cheongsams, which looked quite retro and fashionable.
A saleswoman came up to me and asked with a smile, "Sir, Miss, please take a look. We have a lot of new styles in our store----"
Fang Yan looked around and said, "Buy a cheongsam for my friend. Is there anything suitable?"
The saleswoman had already noticed Qin Yitian beside Fang Yan. Such a beautiful girl was impossible for both men and women to ignore. She said, "How could there not be one? To be honest, I have never seen a woman with a better temperament than this lady. She looks good in any clothes."
"Then let's go out and buy some sportswear?" Fang Yan said jokingly.
"No, no, no----" The female receptionist knew she had said the wrong thing and tried to persuade her to stay. "Miss----"
"Call her girl. She's still a student." Fang Yan corrected.
"Okay. This girl, she has such a good temperament that she looks good in any clothes. However, the cheongsam in our store can make her look even better. If she goes out wearing our cheongsam, she will definitely turn everyone's head around and get hundreds of percent of people turning their heads to look at her."
“How did you calculate several hundred percent?”
"Some people looked back several times." The saleswoman said with a smile. "Seeing such a pretty girl, who wouldn't want to look at her several times-----"
"Pick one." Fang Yan said. "I'm not very good at this kind of thing."
"Okay, here are our new models-----"
Fang Yan stood still and said, "We want to see the classic model."
The saleswoman quickly took a look at Fang Yan's expression, and with contempt in her heart, she said happily: "Sir, you have a good eye. Classic styles never go out of style. Moreover, we are having a promotion for our classic styles, 15% off each, buy two get one free----"
Fang Yan waved his hand and said, "It's not about the money. Pick out some clothes."
“It’s as if I’m really poor.” Fang Yan thought to himself.
He looked at the name of the store again, memorized it, and thought to himself that he would never come here again.
"No problem." The saleswoman admired Qin Yitian's appearance carefully and said, "This lotus-white dress with peony embroidery is very nice. It suits the girl's noble temperament very well----"
"No." Qin Yitian refused directly.
"This piece of Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix is selling very well-----"
“It’s complicated.”
"What about this one? This one with a bird announcing good news is also very popular among young girls nowadays. They say it looks particularly festive when worn-----"
“No substance.”
"------"
To be honest, if it wasn't for the performance commission, the female salesperson would have gone crazy.
Miss, why are you so difficult to serve
Isn't it just a slow-moving item on sale during the season change? Is it necessary to be so picky
You don't need to change clothes, just change your boyfriend. If you change your boyfriend, I can take you to the boutique area.
Fang Yan's eyes were also searching around. He took a white floral cheongsam from the corner and handed it to Qin Yitian, asking, "How about this one?"
Qin Yitian smiled and said, "Okay."
So Qin Yitian took the cheongsam and went in to change clothes.
The saleswoman secretly rolled her eyes at her companions several times, thinking that it was not that the clothes she had chosen were bad, but that she had chosen the wrong person.
"Choosing clothes is a science," Fang Yan said to the saleswoman. "She has a noble temperament, so you can't wear more noble clothes to match her. She is just a student, not going to walk on the red carpet in Hollywood. Why does she need to be so dazzling? Especially that "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", it not only ruins the clothes, but also ruins the person."
"You're right. I didn't expect it." The saleswoman responded with a fake smile. "I didn't expect that the gentleman has such experience in clothing matching-----"
"Because there are many people watching." Fang Yan said with a smile. "I knew you didn't like me."
"------"
Click-----
The wooden door of the dressing room opened, and Qin Yitian, dressed in a floral cheongsam, stood in front of Fang Yan.
Fang Yan's pupils dilated, and he was wondering rapidly whether he had forgotten something important.
Oh, my heart skipped a beat. (To be continued)