At night, the sun sets in the Lion City and the city lights become brighter.
Ji Xinyao did not choose to go to a large shopping mall. She felt that shopping malls were similar everywhere, and there was no difference between those in Xijing and those in the United States. So she took Song Zilian to a street with a very local style called Bugis Street.
It is a small shopping street. The street is not wide, only about 200 meters long. There are various small shops on both sides. Most of the products sold here are cheap goods, souvenirs, and many snack bars. Ji Xinyao planned to buy Nyonya first.
clothes, and then went to eat some snacks. She was afraid that if she ate too much first, her belly would bulge and she would not look good in her clothes.
It didn't take long for the two of them to find such a small shop, which was more or less inconspicuous among the bustling crowd.
The proprietress specially selected a green kabaya with white lace trim for her, paired with a light yellow sarong, which made her look particularly fresh and beautiful.
"She's so beautiful. She pulls her hair up and looks like a Nyonya."
The boss lady enthusiastically helped her tie up her hair and gave her a pearl hair tie.
She turned around and asked Song Zilian, "Does this look good? Does the color suit me?"
"You look good. You look good in anything you wear."
The moment he answered, Song Zilian didn't realize that he was facing a question.
Ji Xinyao made a serious face, "Your words are too perfunctory. You didn't look at me seriously at all."
Only then did Song Zilian realize the seriousness of the matter. He wasn't lying just now. He really thought Ji Xinyao looked good in anything she wore. But it seemed that he needed to be more serious.
"I think this body looks good, but it seems a little empty here." He gestured from his neck to his chest.
Rather than saying that this outfit doesn’t look good, it’s more that it looks a bit monotonous.
The landlady immediately said, "I still have a necklace here, do you want to see it?"
Song Zilian and Ji Xinyao walked to the cabinet where the necklaces were kept, craning their necks to look inside. Song Zilian adjusted it and asked Ji Xinyao to put it on, but neither of them was satisfied.
Ji Xinyao's neck is very long, like a swan. Kabaya has a V-neck, which will make her neck appear more slender and beautiful. If she wears a long necklace, it will visually lengthen her neck to a strange proportion.
.But if you wear a short necklace, it will feel like it is suddenly stuck in the necklace.
"Let's just get this outfit. As for the necklace, let's go shopping and see if we can find anything suitable."
"good."
Song Zilian paid for it, and he was a little surprised at how cheap the clothes were. Ji Xinyao looked so good on them, but the price was so cheap.
Sure enough, his girlfriend is so pretty, and everything she wears looks like high-end goods.
As soon as the two of them left the store, Song Zilian faintly felt a faint flash of light around him. It was different from before.
But he ignored it for the time being. Instead, he and Ji Xinyao went to a nearby jewelry store to look for jewelry to match this outfit.
They visited four or five stores but were still not satisfied. Finally, Song Zilian fell in love with a company that made handicrafts.
The shop is not big, and the handmade artworks here are all made of gold wire inlaid with jade, which is exquisite. It is more like a work exhibition than a shop.
No one came to greet them, they could only see artists working on new works in the back of the store.
Song Zilian saw this place at a glance, because all the handicrafts here matched Ji Xinyao's clothes very well.
Song Zilian chose a set of gold and jade jewelry, a pair of earrings and a necklace. They were not too big, but the small ones were very unique.
Ji Xinyao's outfit is too sober. If the jewelry were too big, it would be disharmonious.
"This, you try it."
Ji Xinyao took off her earrings and looked in the mirror to try them on.
"It looks good. But the necklace is still a bit inappropriate."
The chain is too big.
Song Zilian frowned and said, "Hello, can you change the pendant part of this necklace into a brooch?"
Ji Xinyao's neck is already pretty enough, and there is no need to add anything to make it look cumbersome.
"You can just buy it," the artist replied casually.
Song Zilian took out the card in his wallet and said, "Swipe the card."
The artist then stood up, swiped his card, and then slowly sat back down.
"Didn't you say you can change it? How come you are not responsible after collecting the money?"
"You can change it. I didn't say I would change it. Once you buy the finished product, you can change it as you like. I won't change my work. It is as perfect as it is now."
This set of jewelry is indeed perfect, but it just doesn't match Ji Xinyao's current clothes.
Song Zilian has nothing to do with the individual artists here. He can never force others to change it for him.
"Can I borrow your tools?"
"Okay, please do."
He simply sat across from the artist and observed for a while how he used these tools to make works. After watching for a while, he was ready to start.
"Have you seen it?" Ji Xinyao asked in surprise.
Song Zilian wanted to change it into a brooch, but the artist now makes earrings instead.
"It's almost done. You just need to roughly know how to use these tools. The tools are a bit new and I haven't used them before. But they seem to be very useful."
He first removed the chain and the connection, then polished the section with a sandpaper machine, and then melted, plasticized, quenched, polished, and bonded the chain to the pendant.
Soon, the brooch was modified by Song Zilian and pinned on Ji Xinyao's clothes.
"It looks harmonious this way."
The artist raised his eyes and looked at them.
"Not bad, this is pretty perfect."
The two looked at each other, said hello, and left the store.
"I think the artist just now is not arrogant and unwilling to change his artwork, but just lazy." Ji Xinyao smiled and whispered.
Song Zilian also nodded, "I'm quite envious of you. You can open your own shop, do what you like, and be indifferent to customers."
Ji Xinyao laughed, "You can also ignore your guests now."
Song Zilian thought for a while, "That seems to be the case."
The two of them were walking, and after a while, Song Zilian felt that flashes of light appeared around him again.
"There is a snack over there, it looks quite delicious. Xinyao, let's go and try it."
Song Zilian took Ji Xinyao and sat down on the seat in front of the stall.
"You wait here for a while, I'll buy it."
He walked to the stall and observed the shining place calmly.
They separated, but the man stopped caring.
"Boss, three copies." He pointed to the table where Ji Xinyao was sitting, "I'll have it ready in a moment. Please bring it over. I'll give you the money first."
"Okay." The boss agreed readily.
Afterwards, Song Zilian walked straight towards the person taking the secret photo, a young girl.
"Are you a fan of Xinyao? I see you have been following us. Do you want to eat together?" He pointed to the stall.
The man was stunned for a moment, not expecting that he would be discovered.
"Ah, I'm not..."
She couldn't even tell a lie, she was in a panic.
"Isn't it?" Song Zilian's eyes were filled with a sense of oppression.
The little girl was so frightened that she swallowed her saliva. She had been discovered and saying that she was a fan was the only way to save her life.
"Yes! I'm a fan of Ji Xinyao! I like her so much. Can I really sit with my idol? I'm so excited that I'm a little incoherent."
Song Zilian lowered his eyes and observed her.
With this expression on her face, she didn't want to see her idol, so she was speaking incoherently.