Luan Feng stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, but did not play with it.

If she had gone to one side, she would no longer be Luan Feng, and she would be helping more and more with all her hands.

Jiang Min was already lying on the sewing machine, twitching and looking like she was dying.

With Luan Feng's busy work, it took five minutes to finally put on this dress.

I was able to sew my pants in five minutes of numbness.

Wan Feng seriously suspected that Luan Feng was taking advantage of her by wearing clothes.

Luan Feng was stunned as soon as she put on the clothes, and Jiang Min stopped laughing.

Wan Feng is now nearly 1.5 meters tall, which is not considered tall.

It stands to reason that a man of this height would not look good in any clothes.

However, Wan Feng's shoulders were wide enough to hold up the clothes. The clothes were tailor-made for him and were not too bulky. Instead, they looked like a tight jacket. Therefore, when he put them on, he actually looked like a handsome young man.

Luan Feng couldn't blink her eyes and looked at Wan Feng blankly, her face turned red.

Wan Feng was afraid that she would drool out, so he quickly stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her a few times.

He knew that their behavior was mainly due to the impact of this strange dress that they had never seen before. In fact, it had nothing to do with him.

"Wow! I didn't expect that the clothes would have such an effect when worn on my body. It's so beautiful." Luan Feng jumped to her feet and cheered when she woke up.

"I think it looks good too." Jiang Min also praised it sincerely.

It always feels very awkward when a man is described as good-looking.

"Remember to describe a man with handsome! You can't use good-looking. Good-looking and beautiful are used to describe women."

Jiang Min also ran out from behind the sewing machine and walked around Wanfeng with Luan Feng, while making sentences with half-baked handsome characters.

"It has declined to a complete mess, it has declined to the point of falling into pieces."

Wan Feng was so angry that Luan Feng could pronounce such a handsome character. Her Chinese teacher must teach music or physical education.

When the two women had enough admiration, Wan Feng took off his jacket.

"Actually, this dress looks good on women. It can bring a wild beauty, but Jiang Min is not suitable for wearing it. Luan Feng is more suitable."

When Luan Feng heard this, her eyes could stretch out her wings: "I'll try, I'll try."

The prerequisite for a woman to wear a jacket is that she must have a tall figure to be able to wear it elegantly. If a woman with a short figure is still far away from the jacket, she will not suffer at all. Unless it is a tight jacket, she will have to wear it like a jar.

Fortunately, Luan Feng has such a figure, but when Luan Feng puts on Wanfeng, she can't bear to see it. She is already wild, and when she puts on this jacket, it adds a bit of wildness. She looks like a tomboy who wants to go to heaven, with two creaks.

If you insert two fans under the nest, you can probably fly.

"I'll try too."

Jiang Min finally couldn't bear it anymore and put it on for a spin.

It's also strange that as soon as the clothes came on her body, she immediately changed into a different look. She had a bit of a ladylike temperament and a bit of the willfulness of a young girl.

If Luan Feng looks like a tomboy when she wears it, Jiang Min becomes a slightly willful lady when she wears it.

Wan Feng also saw a bit of international supermodel style in Jiang Min?

Is this guy born to be a model?

Then she was born at the wrong time. It will take several years at least for models to appear. By then she will probably be in her twenties, so it doesn't seem too late.

"Sister Min also looks good in her clothes." Luan Feng clapped her hands aside.

"It's just that there's something wrong with this dress. The left and right fronts are about the same size. How do you order the buttons? Are you going to wear them with your arms open?" Jiang Min stretched out the two lapels and said to himself.

"The jacket is not made of buttons, it is made of zippers. You will know when I go to the store tomorrow to buy some zippers and put them on."

Isn't it an international joke to have buttons on your jacket?

Luan Feng and Jiang Min looked at each other. They were both making clothes, so of course they knew about zippers.

"You go buy it tomorrow, and wear this when you go to my sister's house the day after tomorrow. I guarantee you'll be good all the way."

"Handsome! Not bad!" Wan Feng roared.

Paralysis is going down all the way? Can we survive this?

"Aren't they all the same?"

"Handsome has four sounds, and bad has one sound. How can it be the same? Say it after me, bad, handsome... You should just say I'm good-looking."

It cannot be cured, and a child cannot be taught.

Wan Feng went out angrily, took out a broken bag from the bicycle rack, carried it into the house, and took out three charcoal irons.

The iron is poured from a cast iron mold.

What Wan Feng didn't expect was that Xiao Dexiang and the others actually poured out three ingot-shaped irons. There was also a half-foot-long handle left on one end of the ingot, and the bottom seemed to have been planed very smoothly with a planer.

Wan Feng chuckled, Gushan Machinery Factory was quite interesting, and the ten yuan spent was not a loss at all.

"Where did it come from?" Luan Feng and Jiang Min were both very surprised. Each of them held a big ingot, which was much better than the small shovel they used to put hot coals on.

"I picked it up by the river."

"Nonsense!"

"It's better this time. I won't have to iron my clothes and change the heat later."

The biggest disadvantage of the charcoal iron is that the heat cannot be concentrated at the bottom, so the flame needs to be changed frequently. The small shovel-shaped thing that Luan Feng originally used is the oldest thing. Because the area is small, there is less fire on it, and sometimes

A piece of clothing will not work if it is not fully ironed.

This time, the three Yuanbao irons have lids on them, so the heat will not be lost too quickly no matter how they are heated.

When two girls who didn't know which team they were in walked into Luan Feng's room, Wan Feng realized that it was getting dark outside.

The countryside in the summer of the 1980s would really be meaningless if there were no movies, no TV, no computers, no mobile phones. Except for the radio box hanging under the ceiling of the house to make some noise, everything in every family was silent and boring.

As simple and pure as a black and white world without color.

The elderly can squat on the edge of the kang and smoke a pipe while listening to the radio box above their heads, listening to the news, radio dramas, songs played on records, and various brigade announcements of varying lengths.

Just like my grandpa after dinner at this time.

In Wan Feng's eyes, this is just a black and white photo, which is distant, simple and nostalgic, but more importantly, it is touching.

Wan Feng lay on the beach and looked at the sky with twinkling stars, feeling a wave of emotion in his heart.

Although I am in this world now, I always feel that I am alienated from this world.

He is like a photographer taking black and white photos, looking at the scenery in the lens, which is both real and illusory.

Some relatives and friends deep in his memory emerged from the depths of his mind one by one, passing before his eyes like black and white photos. Some made him smile, some made him hate, and some made him cry.

Until the shadow of a woman emerged.

This woman of average beauty was Wan Feng's wife in her previous life, a woman with a strong backbone, and a woman who would run into trouble as long as she found her way.

A woman whom Wan Feng could not say he had much affection for even though he had lived with her for more than twenty years.

Although this woman has a good heart and is very kind to Wan Feng's parents and has nothing to do with her, Wan Feng does not want to have anything to do with her in this life.

A woman who never listens to a man but insists on having her own way has nothing worthy of his nostalgia.

This woman's photo drifted past Wan Feng's eyes, and another photo slowly emerged.
Chapter completed!