Dizzy with choices——
This is not an exaggeration by Wang Qing.
Rather, she was stating her true feelings.
Perhaps it's because this store is not big, but it is filled with all kinds of clothes.
Or maybe, it's the color of the clothes. They are all bright and bright, including pink, goose yellow, bright orange, lavender, Tiffany blue...
At a glance, one can only feel that it is colorful, and all kinds of colors hit people's eyes, making their heads feel dizzy.
On the contrary, there are too few places to set foot.
Wang Qing walked around in this store and was surrounded by these colorful clothes. He felt that there was almost a double image in front of his eyes, and his head became a little dull and heavy.
She even had an illusion.
The number of clothes in this store seemed to continue to increase, and the space became tighter and narrower. The hangers on both sides were stacked with clothes, surrounding her and squeezing her inside.
The aisles are getting narrower.
All sides of her seemed to be filled with all kinds of brightly colored fabrics.
These fabrics were like a dense net, intended to wrap her whole body airtightly.
The entire clothing store seemed to have turned into a beautiful prison in an instant.
Wang Qing shook his head.
I muttered to myself that it was probably because I hadn't been out shopping in a shopping mall for so long that I had this illusion.
After all, everyone is now accustomed to online shopping and rarely come to such offline clothing stores.
Wang Qing worked hard and finally picked out a pair of white pants from so many clothes.
The fabric of the pants is loose and comfortable, and there are no redundant decorations.
Wearing it to an old lady wouldn’t make anyone feel weird.
Wang Qing immediately raised his pants and asked the clerk if he could try them on.
Seeing that Wang Qing had chosen a piece of clothing, the clerk first glanced at the pair of pants in Wang Qing's hand, and then looked at Wang Qing's legs seriously.
Grinning, "Of course, guest. These pants fit you perfectly."
Wang Qing didn't buy it for herself, so she turned to look at the old lady standing next to her.
"Grandma, what do you think?" Wang Qing turned slightly and asked the grandmother for her opinion.
The old lady looked at Wang Qing blankly for a few seconds.
"Okay, it looks good. Let me go and try it."
While the old lady was talking, she tried to take her hand out of Wang Qing's arm.
When Wang Qing went to try on clothes, she quickly took the opportunity to leave the store.
Wang Qing was startled when he heard this, and then he laughed.
Unexpectedly, the old lady was quite anxious.
That's right, the old lady was wearing wet pants, with the cold fabric sticking to her body, which must have been very uncomfortable.
"Grandma, whatever suits you best."
Wang Qing looked around the store and didn't see the fitting room.
Then he raised his head and asked the clerk: "Where can I try on clothes?"
The clerk walked through the narrow aisle and walked into the depths of the clothing store.
She grabbed the curtain hanging from her head and pulled it open.
Behind the curtain is the fitting room.
Compared with the entire exquisitely decorated and warm clothing store, this fitting room seems extremely simple.
It seemed to be haphazardly pieced together from several wooden boards, and was so narrow that only one person could stay inside.
There is even no lighting facilities inside, and because it is built deep inside the clothing store, outside light cannot penetrate deeply. It can only vaguely reveal that there is a stool inside that can accommodate people to sit on.
If the curtains were closed again, there would probably be no light at all.
The clerk stood at the door of the fitting room, looking at Wang Qing.
His eyes were sticky, with a sense of dank malice, and the smile on his face was indescribably false.
"Guest, this is the fitting room, please come in."
Wang Qing looked into the fitting room and took a few glances.
The old woman looked at Wang Qing's undefended posture, slowly raised her hand, and pushed Wang Qing's back into the fitting room.
The old woman's hands didn't have time to take action yet.
Suddenly, Wang Qing turned around and stuffed his pants into the old woman's raised hand.
Wang Qing thought to herself, the old lady was really anxious, and she couldn't wait to reach out and pull down her pants.
With this thought in mind, she quickly pushed the old lady towards the fitting room.
"Grandma, go in and change quickly."
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The old woman and the clerk who were waiting for Wang Qing to enter the fitting room had a trace of confusion on their faces.
Before the two of them could say anything, Wang Qing pushed the old woman into the dark compartment.
Wang Qing even closed the curtain thoughtfully.
In the fitting room, the old lady stretched out her hand anxiously, trying to block Wang Qing from closing the curtain.
Wang Qing looked at the hand holding the curtain, with a helpless smile on his face.
"Grandma, you dress first, and I'll pay for it."
She took the old woman's hand, opened it, stuffed it in, and closed the curtain tightly.
After doing this, Wang Qing turned to the clerk and asked, "How much do these pants cost?"
The clerk looked at the curtain that Wang Qing had drawn, and then at Wang Qing who was still standing in front of him.
The clerk's face was confused for a moment before he reacted.
Shop assistant: "You... don't want to buy clothes?"
Wang Qing looked puzzled: "I'll buy it. Didn't I ask you how much the pants cost?"
"No, it's not..." The clerk looked at Wang Qing, "Don't you try on the clothes in the store?"
After saying this, the clerk seemed to have finally regained his thinking.
Her expression changed from a confused and sluggish look to its natural look before.
It's like a rusty and stuck gear that has been dripped with engine oil, and is lubricated and can start to rotate again.
"Guest, you should also try on the clothes in the store."
The clerk grabbed the skirt on the hanger next to him and threw it in front of Wang Qing.
"Guest, look at this skirt. It must suit you very well. Do you want to go into the fitting room and try it on?"
Wang Qing's eyes fell on that skirt.
The skirt is blooming with gorgeous flowers, and the colorful wings of butterflies are printed on the fabric, which is dazzlingly beautiful.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in Wang Qing's ear.
"Don't try, run quickly——"
Wang Qing subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
A mannequin stood in the corner.
Her hands were stretched out, and the expression on her face was not a stiff smile like that of ordinary dummies, but rather distorted.
It could even be called frightening.
It's like a person is preparing to escape. As soon as he takes a pose, he realizes that his whole body has turned into plastic inch by inch.
Finally, in the blink of an eye, from a living person to a plastic dummy.
Wang Qing stared at the mannequin for a few seconds.
"Your shop owner's aesthetics are quite strange."
At this moment, there was a sudden noise in the fitting room.
"Grandma, have you changed your clothes?" Wang Qing stopped looking at the mannequin and asked into the fitting room.
There was no reply from anyone in the fitting room, only a few soft "dong dong" sounds, like someone hitting the partition.
