This girl not only has a slender voice, but also has a relatively thin appearance. She looks beautiful, with a few playful freckles on her nose and cheeks, but it is not obvious.

Uncle Chen put down his bowl, wiped his hands on his body, took the new shirt, looked at the fine stitches, and worked smoothly, and said happily: "Haha, Xiaodong, your clothes are really fast and good."

Xiaodong smiled and said, "You are polite. If your second uncle likes it, just look for my house when making shirts in the future. Everyone is a neighbor, and the price will definitely be cheaper."

Uncle Chen nodded repeatedly and said, "That's nature, that's nature."

Xiaodong hesitated for a moment, and a blush appeared on his face slightly, and he said in a low voice: "I just now... seemed to hear Erlang's voice. Is Erlang... also there?"

Xiaodong said, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the other people sitting under the tree. She had poor congenital eyesight. In modern terms, it was congenital high myopia. When she wanted to look at people, her eyes would subconsciously squint.

Yang Fan is alone, and the family is not open, and he eats here every day, so why is he not here? Miss Xiaodong asked this knowingly.

Yang Fan was holding a bowl of soup at this time, timidly hiding behind others.

Since one time, Miss Xiaotun fell and happened to be seen by him. After snatching up, the girl Xiaotun seemed to have affection for him. Whenever she saw him, she would like to find some talk and stick to him. Although Yang Fan vaguely guessed her thoughts, she had never confessed her, so he couldn't refuse clearly and could only try to avoid her.

Unexpectedly, a man next to him was in trouble and pushed him forward while he was not paying attention. Yang Fan staggered and staggered. The rice bowl he held in his hand was only some soup left before he had finished drinking it. It splashed out suddenly. Not only did he spill one hand, but he also splashed on Miss Xiaotun's skirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Miss Xiaotun, I was accidentally..."

Yang Fan turned around and glared at the man, turned his head to apologize to Xiaodong. Miss Xiaodong approached and saw his appearance clearly, and then said happily: "It's okay, Erlang is not meant to be so polite. Don't be so polite, are you hot?"

Xiaodong said, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the oil stains on his hands.

Yang Fan said awkwardly: "Uh..., Miss Xiaodong, I'm fine. The soup is already warm, you don't need... this... hahaha..."

Miss Xiaotun grabbed his hand in her hand, wiped it carefully, and said slowly: "Erlang should be careful everywhere when he lives alone, and don't always lose things. Is your clothes dirty? If you don't take them off, I'll take them back and wash them for you."

As he said that, he was going to loosen his coat. Yang Fan was shocked and waved his hand in a hurry and said, "Ah, it's okay, it's okay! Miss Xiaodong, don't be too polite, I... I just have this set of clothes, but I have no need to wear it if I take it off."

Xiaodong sighed quietly and instructed earnestly: "A man always has to go out and receive social events. How can he not wear decent clothes? This is the face of a man. Erlang, come home with me, I will help you measure your figure and make a new shirt for you."

Yang Fan smiled dryly and said, "No need, I... I'm very short of money, and I can't afford to buy a new shirt now."

Miss Xiaotun said softly: "What's the matter? When did you get money? Even if you don't have money, it doesn't matter..." At this point, Miss Xiaotun lowered her head slightly, and a little shame appeared on her face.

Yang Fan said in a mess: "Thank you for your kindness in Miss Xiaodong. For the time being... I don't need to buy a new shirt. When I want to make clothes, I will definitely ask the girl for help. Oh, Fang Zheng called me, I think there is something to ask me to do, that... Miss Xiaodong, I'll leave first, let's see you later."

Yang Fan picked up his bowl and ran away in panic. A few men burst into laughter from behind him: "Yang Er is unreasonable. This is a love that is clearer than 'silk is thought'. Why do you pretend to be stupid?"

"That's right, Yang Er, Aunt Hua's knitting workshop is very profitable. Aunt Hua is just this precious daughter. She is very affectionate with you. You might as well be a son-in-law. From now on, you can enjoy the most delicious food and drink the most. There is also a cute little lady who knows you love you."

Everyone laughed, and a peach blossom-like red color floated on Xiaodong's face, and he said in embarrassment: "Oh, what are you talking about? I ignore you." As he said that, he raised his skirt and slipped away as if he was flying. Although her eyes were not good, the shop was familiar with each other, and under normal circumstances there would be no problem.

Looking at the girl's escape, even louder laughter came from under the tree.

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Fangding's work was scattered and there were no fixed things. Yang Fan went around and finished his day's work leisurely. When night fell, he went to lock the Fangmen with Maqiao.

Luoyang City implements a curfew. At night, public people and concessionary travelers are out of the streets of the city, and no one else is allowed to pass. All the people live in each yard, which is equivalent to a residential community. There are nearly two meters of high walls outside, and the doors must be locked at night.

As soon as the gate was locked, all the streets became deserted. When the night completely covered the earth, the streets were even darker, and even ghosts were seen. Lights were on every household, just like stars in the sky. Wuhou (the police officer) patrolled the cross streets from time to time. If someone went out at night, they would have to suffer a lot once they were caught.

There are also places where lights are brightly lit. There are rich families at home to entertain guests, or drink, music, singing and dancing to entertain them. The beauties sing and dancing in brothels and prostitutes, the sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of swallows and orioles, and no one cares about you. The curfew is just to go out to the streets at night. How lively you are at home has nothing to do with others.

However, the rules are set by people. If someone sets the rules, there will naturally be some people who violate the rules. In the alleys in this yard, except for the main roads such as Cross Street, if residents walk around at night, the Wuhou will turn a blind eye and be too lazy to care.

Yang Fan's home was at the end of the seventh song of the first mile of Xiuwenfang. In the dark night, he quietly flashed out of his courtyard and stood quietly in the alley for a while. Seeing that the road was very quiet, he sneaked forward. At the same time, a black shadow in the alley of the eighth song also touched it out mysteriously.

"Brother Qiao!"

"Xiaofan!"

The two of them got together and looked around cautiously. Ma Qiao patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'm doing business!" p: Please vote for recommendation!
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