On a hot morning, the sun shines brightly.

The cicadas sing on the branches, making noise.

As Panyu County, reform and opening up have injected continuous vitality into this place. When walking on the streets, large banners can be seen everywhere—

"Follow economic development as the center, and adhere to reform and opening up will never waver!"

"Be a newcomer with four things and contribute to the realization of four modernizations!"

"The motherland is prosperous and prosperous, we need to add bricks!"

At this moment, near the "Laurel Suit Store" on Changjiang Road—

On the side of the road, the cleaner wearing a yellow vest was pushing a tricycle and was sweating all over the roadside with garbage like watermelon peels and other roadsides into the ash bucket. Unfortunately, the watermelon peels seemed to be too much, and there was still another place to sweep.

In this stuffy weather, it has nothing to do with him whether to reform or open up, but it is important for him to throw away some watermelon skins if they fail, lose, and lose less people.

Thinking of this, the cleaner who had no pursuit looked angry at Qi Wanda, who was squatting under the banyan tree not far away, holding a half-pulled watermelon and gnawing wildly.

This fat man gnawed watermelon and was fast. He lost his skin after gnawing. He continued to chew, spitting watermelon seeds in his mouth, looking like a machine gun that never stopped. He didn't have the high quality that Hong Kong compatriots in this era should have.

Song Zhichao also took a piece of watermelon, but it was not as unreasonable as Qi Wanda. He hooked his suit jacket with one hand and put it behind his shoulders. He held half a piece of watermelon with the other hand and bit it gently. He ate it very gentle and relaxed. His eyes looked at the "laurel suit shop" next to the banyan tree from time to time, waiting for the store to open.

Finally, a hunchbacked old man came from a distance, wearing a short sweatshirt and carrying a bottle of five-skinned skin, and was walking slowly towards this side.

Qi Wanda stood up suddenly, stared at him and said, "Here, I guess this is the Master Luo you are talking about." As he said that, he threw away the watermelon that he had not finished gnawing, then lifted up his clothes and wiped his mouth, and said to Song Zhichao, "You said he is very skilled. Even if I wear the suit he made, I can become a handsome guy. Then I ran over with you - don't lie to me." After that, Qi Wanda patted his butt and walked over.

But Song Zhichao did not follow him directly, but instead bent down to pick up the watermelon skins one by one with his suit jacket. Qi Wanda turned around and muttered: "What should I do? Do the important thing first!"

Song Zhichao ignored him, but instead copied the watermelon peels, took them to the cleaner's tricycle, threw them directly into the car, and then smiled at the cleaner uncle, without saying anything.

The cleaner uncle looked at him with a broom, and his originally angry gaze dimmed.

...

People rely on clothes, and horses rely on saddles;

Respect your clothes first and then others.

For Song Zhichao, if you want to successfully package a Hong Kong person in this era, you must put in some effort.

Although a Hong Konger is a loser among Hong Kongers.

Even being a fraud is enough to be a scam, so Song Zhichao had to pack him up with clothes first; and the first thing he thought of was this "laurel suit store" he visited last time.

...

"What's the point of doing those things? You're not a trash guy. You won't send you a certificate of honorary citizenship even if you clean up the watermelon skin."

"He is different. Of course, it is his obligation to clean it. Your government has paid him a salary." Qi Wanda made a statement.

Song Zhichao was too lazy to pay attention to him, but looked at the old man who was shaking.

When the old man approached, Song Zhichao stepped forward politely and asked: "Well, let me disturb you, are you Master Luo?"

The hunchbacked old man was stunned for a moment, looked at Song Zhichao with a turbid gaze, and his eyes immediately lit up. He knew that the clothes Song Zhichao was wearing were made by their Laurel Suit Store. To be precise, this suit was the first time he handed over to his female apprentice Baoxia, and every stitch was completed under his nose.

"Are you... Mr. Song who is custom-made suits?" Master Luo only knew that the person who is custom-made suits was surnamed Song. He was a young man. He didn't expect to see him here today and he looked so handsome.

Song Zhichao took out a cigarette and let it go, and said with a smile: "It's just that. Master Luo, I'm upset. I'm asking you for help in some things."

Master Luo took the cigarette and smiled and said, "I am a bad old man. I can do nothing except make clothes, what can I do to help you."

Song Zhichao said, "I just ask you to help make clothes. Make more sets of clothes, and it will take a rush!"

Master Luo smiled even happier, "That's what you are taking care of my business, I want to thank you - let's go into the house and talk!"

It can be said that Master Luo has a good impression of Song Zhichao, young, handsome, and so polite.

He immediately enthusiastically invited Song Zhichao and Qi Wanda to the store for a detailed discussion.

There happened to be a huge laurel tree on the left side of the door of the laurel suit shop, with lush branches and leaves and straight torso. A gust of wind blew, and the branches and leaves were whirling.

Song Zhichao speculated that the store's name might come from this.

I asked casually, and it turns out that this is true. Master Luo said that this laurel tree is already very old. It is said that it was here in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Now, when I count my fingers, I am almost a hundred years old.

...

While opening the store, Master Luo said, "Let you wait for a long time. I should have come to open the store very early, but my health is not good. My apprentice Baoxia took me to Tongrentang nearby to get medicine... Now, I just came back and met you." After saying this, Master Luo couldn't help but cough twice.

Song Zhichao asked him with concern how he was in his health.

Master Luo said again: "As aged people, they are like machines, and the old problems always occur-" He raised the "Wujia Skin" in his hand again, "To be honest, in fact, no medicine I take is useless. Just this Wujia Skin is the best. Take a few sips and you will be able to keep the spirits!"

It turned out that this master was still a genuine "old alcoholic", and Song Zhichao couldn't help but smile.

Later, the Hong Kong guy Qi Wanda said impatiently: "Didn't you say Zhong has a female apprentice? Where is her? Our customized suit is in a hurry, and it's best to have multiple hands."

Master Luo took off the door panel of the store and put it aside, leading the two of them into the store. He didn't care about Qi Wanda's urging and smiled and said, "Baoxia is here to get me medicine from behind and will come back later; come in and drink a sip of water first. What are the requirements for customizing the suit? I'll record it for you!"

Song Zhichao, Qi Wanda and Master Luo walked into the store and saw that the store was not very big, at most twenty square meters, with various plastic models placed around them, wearing suits and cheongsams; and on the four walls of the store, there were very old-fashioned star posters from the beach from the 1920s and 1930s, including men and women.

Song Zhichao recognized two of them, one was female star Ruan Lingyu and the other was big star Butterfly.

These celebrity posters are framed and look well preserved. What is most noticeable is that the suits and cheongsams they wear are obviously all craftsmen of Master Luo, and they look extremely exquisite and look brand new.

In addition to these more eye-catching things, what surprised Song Zhichao the most was an old phonograph placed on the counter on the right, which was an old machine with a loudspeaker style. At this time, Master Luo didn't know how to do it, but he actually shook the record and rustled, and began to play a retro Cantonese song...

Song Zhichao tried hard to listen, but couldn't hear the song.

At this time, Master Luo smiled and said to him: "This is "The Emperor's Flower", written by Tang Disheng, and sang by Ren Jianhui and Bai Xuexian."

Song Zhichao was stunned after hearing this. He knew the story of "The Emperor's Flower". It tells the story of "The Emperor's Flower" in the early years of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty. The country's power was weak for many years. Although Emperor Chongzhen wanted to make efforts to govern, he suffered heavy pressure and improper employment of people, and the country's power became weaker. The opera tells the tragic love story between Princess Changping and Zhou Shixian.

As for the writer Tang Disheng, as well as the singers Ren Jianhui and Bai Xuexian, Song Zhichao knew very little about them.
Chapter completed!