You can buy whatever you want, brat, you’re not old, why should you buy so many clothes and shoes? That’s what a student should be. I think the sneakers are fine. "Song's father finally interjected. He looked at the clothes being picked up and pointed in front of Song Yimian. It suited him very well. His tone was very bad, and he strongly disagreed with Song's mother's behavior.
"Shut up!" Song's mother raised her voice and shouted angrily. She bent down to help Song Yimian sort out his clothes and pants and handed them to him, "Okay, I'll help you take a look tomorrow. It's already so official. , as much as a pair of shoes."
Father Song shut his mouth, but his face darkened a few shades more.
Song Yimian lazily leaned against the door, holding clothes without any wrinkles in his arms. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song's father's eyes on him. His jealousy was visible to the naked eye, as if he would rush up and beat him up in the next second. After a pause, he smiled and said, "Mom, you really don't need to buy them. I feel comfortable wearing sneakers, that's it. Good night, you and Dad will go to bed early."
After he finished speaking, he left the study and thoughtfully helped to close the door, blocking Father Song's sharp eyes from staring at him at the door.
"Click"
As soon as the door closed, Father Song retracted his emotion and looked at Mother Song with a look of grievance and dissatisfaction, "Didn't you say that the clothes were a custom-made birthday gift for me? Custom-made clothes, how could you get the wrong size? Why? Will that brat dress appropriately?"
"You secretly bought it for this brat under the guise of buying me clothes!" Father Song became angrier as he thought about it, thinking how much he treasured this dress a few months ago. Even though he couldn't wear it, I still have to take it out and look at it every day to enjoy it. I show it off in front of my friends. I save photos from different angles on my mobile phone. When I meet people, I tell them that this is a suit specially tailored for him by his wife. Every time he is present, Everyone would cast envious glances at him, which he benefited from a lot.
However, he is so careful and careful to ensure that this suit is perfect. When he usually goes out to socialize, whenever he thinks about wearing this suit, he will drink as few drinks as possible. Occasionally he will take time to go to the gym, but in the end, he is doing it for his family. This brat made a dowry, and he felt even more unhappy.
"There are so many new clothes in his wardrobe, but I only wear those old suits every day. You are too partial!" Song's father accused.
Song's mother sat back and listened to Song's father nagging in her ear. She rubbed her brows helplessly and slapped the table with her palm, "That's enough for you! When didn't I buy you clothes? Who asked you to do it yourself?" If you don't manage your figure well, every time you buy clothes, you either find them too small or you are not used to wearing them. They say they are awkward and have too much presence, and you can't even attend class! Tell me, are you saying this? What you said?!"
"When I gave the size of the clothes, I accidentally gave them the wrong size." Song's mother curled her lips and said, "At that time, I happened to be preparing a suit for my son tomorrow night. I was in a hurry and gave the wrong one. But!"
Song's mother's eyes widened and she stopped Song's father from speaking, "The ultimate reason is that you can't maintain your previous figure! If your belly is smaller, you won't be unable to button your shirt. At most, you can change your pants to be shorter."
"You..." Father Song had an expression on his face that said, "I've seen through you a long time ago." He took another sip of coffee and said, "Sure enough, there is no place for me as a husband in your heart. Hey, I am getting old. I don’t have a strong sense of presence, but my son is more important..."
"Okay! What's wrong with the chirping! Hurry up and get to work!" Song's mother didn't want to hear Song's father continue to say such harsh words. She put on her headphones, turned up the music volume, frowned her beautiful eyebrows, and continued to lower her head at the computer. Knock on, bang on.
Song Yimian returned to the room and couldn't wait to hang the suits that Song's mother had prepared for him in the corner of the closet. Then he gently hung the blue suit on the floor-standing clothes hanger next to the desk, and sat by the bed. I looked at the clothes carefully, thinking about my appearance tomorrow night, and the more I looked at them, the more satisfied I became. .
"Hey, you asked for this suit from your father?" Song Xiaoan pushed the door open and entered Song Yimian's room. He saw the suit hanging on the hanger at a glance. It looked very familiar.
As she spoke, she raised her hand to touch the suit. As soon as she touched a corner, Song Yimian stopped her sternly, "Put your hand down!"
Song Xiaoan reflexively put down her hands, "It's boring." She sat on the swivel chair nearby, "It's just a set of clothes. Dad won't let you touch it. Even you are like this. When did you value appearance so much? Mom. Don’t you like the ones I bought for you?”
"This is different." Song Yimian glanced at her perfunctorily, raised his hand to look at the time, and said puzzledly, "Why don't you go to bed? You don't have to go to school tomorrow? If you are late again, your attendance this month will be reduced. It’s not possible anymore.”
Song Xiaoan was poked at a sore spot, stamped his feet irritably, pouted, and said, "I'm kindly trying to help you with some advice. Why are you like your mother, who studies every day besides studying?"
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Song Yimian was too lazy to pay attention to Song Xiaoan. He stared at the suit for a long time, always feeling that something was missing. He looked at his empty chest, an idea flashed in his mind, and he stood up and left the room.
"Dad!" Song Yimian was so anxious that he forgot to knock on the door and pushed the door open directly.
Father Song was so shocked that his fingers trembled and he drew a long horizontal line on the document. He stared at the long horizontal strip and was silent for a few seconds. When he looked up again, there were only a few big words on his face gloomily: You'd better come to me if you have any big problems.
"I remember that you had a feather brooch, right? Mom gave it to you as a New Year's gift." Song Yimian remembered it clearly.
When Dad Song heard the words "feather brooch", he immediately became vigilant. His right eyelid suddenly jumped up. He asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Lend me a favor." Song Yimian recalled, "I remember it was in the second drawer of the wardrobe, right?" Although it was a rhetorical question, his tone was very sure.
Song's father clenched the folder in a hurry, and his eyelids couldn't stop beating again. The more he looked at Song Yimian's smug smile, the more itchy his hands became. He really wanted to smash the file into this brat's face, "It's not there!"
Song Yimian sneered. He was just guessing at first, and he wasn't sure. After all, he didn't have the habit of looking through other people's closets when he was idle. He was just lucky enough to take a look at Song's mother when she was tidying up. He didn't expect that Song's father really didn't. He had changed the place where he put things, but now that he said that there was no three hundred taels of silver in this place, he was completely convinced.
Song Yimian waved his hand and walked to the master bedroom, "Okay, I got it, it's right there."
Father Song watched Song Yimian's back gradually disappearing into the increasingly smaller cracks in the door. He was trembling with anger. He raised his hand and pointed to the door. He asked with confusion and anger, "How does he know where I put my things?" ?Why does he know so much?"
Mother Song shrugged, looked up from the computer, put her eyes out for a second, and then retracted her eyes. A voice came from behind the computer, "Your own son, you have a good heart."
After Song Yimian found what he was thinking of, he went back to the room without stopping, put the brooch on his clothes and moved up and down, trying to find the most suitable position.
Song Xiaoan didn't know who he was chatting with. He was huddled in the swivel chair, laughing so hard. He took the time to look up at Song Yimian's clumsy movements, clicked his tongue, stood up kindly, and pointed to the collar on the left side. She said, "Put it here, it looks good here." As she said that, she wanted to get the brooch, but Song Yimian raised her hand to avoid it.
"Tsk, okay, okay, let it go yourself." Song Xiaoan didn't take a look at Song Yimian's overprotective look, turned around and sat back in the chair.
Song Yimian carefully held the brooch with two fingers and placed it in the position Song Xiaoan said. He stepped back slightly and took a look. After confirming that there was no better position than this, he carefully hung the brooch on his clothes and stepped back. After a few steps, he admired it and nodded with satisfaction.
Song Xiaoan looked at the blue suit with the feather brooch, then looked down at the photo of the dress that Tao You sent her, and she raised her lips knowingly, smiling silently. She now knew exactly what her brother was thinking, and she didn't know if Song Yimian himself was aware of it.
"Brother Mian, please help me quickly. Which of these two pairs of shoes looks better with my clothes?" Gu Yi made an anxious video call. The picture flashed across his big face, and then on the two sides. Switching back and forth between a pair of shoes and a suit on the side.
Song Yimian was dazzled by what he saw. Thinking that his things had not been completely solved, he lost his mind to help him choose and said casually, "The one on the right."
"But this color," Gu Yi asked, "isn't it too abrupt?"
Song Yimian lost his little patience and said, "Then the one on the left."
"But the one on the left..." Gu Yi continued.
Song Xiaoan snatched the phone away in time and persuaded, "Listen to me, the one on the left! It's absolutely right!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, then Gu Yi said, "Okay, that's it."
"But, Gu Yi, what big thing are you going to do tomorrow? You're dressed like a groom." Song Xiaoan asked carelessly.
Gu Yi hurriedly turned the camera back without answering anything. He said goodbye and hung up.
"Tsk, that's boring." Song Xiao'an returned the phone to Song Yimian and kindly reminded her again, "Sister Xiaoyou, wear these shoes tomorrow." She raised her phone and showed Song Yimian the photo Tao You sent her.
Song Yimian looked subconsciously and caught Song Xiaoan's teasing eyes from the corner of his eye, and quickly stood up.
Sweat started to form on the tip of his nose and back, and it was a bit hot. Song Yimian pretended not to care and lowered the air conditioner a few degrees, rolled up his sleeves, and said harshly, "Who cares what she wears, it has nothing to do with me."
"Oh~it doesn't matter~" Song Yimian smiled and nodded, indeed with a look of distrust on his face.
"Okay, go to bed quickly. You don't have to worry about it." Song Yimian pushed Song Xiaoan out of the door, and after confirming that she had entered the room, he quietly walked to the door.
He just took a rough look at Song Xiaoan's mobile phone and remembered that they were a pair of white shoes, pure white. He searched in his shoe cabinet for a long time and only found three pairs of white sneakers. At this moment, he Ignoring my mysophobia, I sat directly on the floor, staring at the three pairs of shoes in front of me, unable to make up my mind.
When he just took out his cell phone and was about to call Gu Yi, Song Xiaoan poked his head out of the door of the room and yelled: "The most ordinary one! No patterns!" After she yelled, she closed the door. Dead.
Song Yimian's figure froze in the dark for a few seconds. After confirming that no one was in the living room, he quickly picked up the pair. He had kept them in the corner shoebox because they didn't fit. However, they were the most ordinary ones without patterns as Song Xiaoan said. white sneakers.
As he passed the study, he remembered something and pushed the door open. "Dad, lend me the hairspray. I know it's on the second floor of the cabinet behind the mirror in the bathroom."
Father Song opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, Song Yimian stopped him.
After Song Yimian finished speaking, he closed the door and went out. After a few seconds, he came back and opened the door again, "Dad, there is that perfume. In the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror, the last three in the first row from the left are yours. I know, you Needless to say."
"..." Song's father forgot to close his mouth. After listening to Song Yimian finish these words in one breath, he closed the door without looking back.
"Something's wrong, Tingwan, this brat, something's wrong, so wrong." Song's father shook his head and said based on a man's intuition about men.
Song's mother said nonchalantly, "What's wrong? It's rare for my son to be interested in such activities. Isn't it good?"
"No, no, hiss," Song's father leaned on the chair, touching his chin with one hand, staring at the closed door with half-squinted eyes, "Tsk, this is so wrong. For a party, dressed up so exquisitely from head to toe, It’s like a peacock spreading its tail.”
"Tsk. There's definitely something wrong with this brat!"
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