Xiaohong changed into a coat and skirt with inverted sleeves.
The jacket is pink with winter plum embroidery, and the skirt is a red pleated skirt.
The combination is very eye-catching, making Xiaohong look playful, cute, and like a vibrant female student.
For some reason, Xu San suddenly felt that if he replaced the wintersweet on his coat with holly kitty, it would definitely make people laugh.
"Does it look good?" Xiaohong asked as she circled in front of Xu San.
"Good-looking!" Xu San replied honestly.
"Is this the end? I always feel that you are messing with me in the lake?" Xiaohong stared at Xu San and asked with confusion.
"Then what else do you want? Let me compose a poem?" Xu San asked with a smile.
Xiaohong nodded happily, with an expectant look on her face.
Xu San opened his mouth, and an irregular limerick came out in an instant, but he did not read it out, "Go around me, I don't have that poetic talent. If I just write a limerick, wouldn't I be sorry for you?" A prosperous appearance?"
Although she didn't get the gift of poetry, Xu San's praise still made her very happy.
So, Xiao Hong pretended to be disappointed and unhappy and said, "Forget it!"
Seeing that Xiaohong was unhappy, Xu San thought for a moment and said, "Although I don't have a poem, I can give you some suggestions for improving your makeup."
"How to change it?"
"Change your hairstyle to two braids, it will look more energetic."
Xiao Hong touched her hair, feeling a little embarrassed, "Sister Hua is not here."
"I'll make it up for you."
"Can you still do this?" Xiaohong looked at Xu San with a strange look.
"It's not difficult. Three or five strands will do. Five strands is more suitable for the density of your hair."
Xiaohong blinked, "The Qing Dynasty has been dead for thirty years, and there are not many men who can braid their hair."
"Why do you talk so much nonsense? Make it up or not? If not, we'll leave!" Xu San said impatiently.
"It's a rare opportunity for you, a leader, to serve me. How can I waste it?" As she said this, Xiao Hong ran to the back room and found several headbands of different colors.
Looking at the hair tie in Xiao Hong's hand, Xu San asked, "This seems to be a gift from Xiao Linzi, right?" He picked out one piece and said, "This one seems to have been bought in my store."
Looking at the headband, Xiaohong also thought of Lin Dong, but Lin Dong's appearance seemed to be unclear in his memory.
She doesn't love this man!
This man was just a task for him, a springboard for her to get in touch with the top leaders of the Communist Party of China.
When she thought of this, she felt a little more sad inexplicably, feeling that it was difficult for a woman to get rid of the shackles of fate.
"Miss him?"
Xu San's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
He nodded slightly as acknowledgment.
"Well... not recently. You also know that our Eighth Route Army has made big moves. After this time, I will take you to find him."
Xiao Hong slowly raised her head, looked at Xu San, smiled against her will, and said, "Thank you."
In front of the dressing mirror, Xiaohong posed in several different poses, admiring herself in the mirror from different angles, "I didn't expect that brother-in-law, your craftsmanship is pretty good, and your vision is also very accurate. If you change it into braids, it will be much more pleasing to the eye than before." .”
After saying that, she frowned because the sloppy image of Xu San behind her did not match her image of a little fairy.
"Brother-in-law, why don't you go change clothes?"
Xu San looked at his own image in the mirror and smiled shyly, "Isn't that nice? Aren't my green leaves a perfect match for your beautiful red flower?"
"Bullshit! Are those red flowers of yours? You're just a pile of sheep dung and balls!" Xiaohong mercilessly judged Xu Sanhua's style of shorts and large T-shirt.
Xu Sangang wanted to find an excuse to evade, but when he saw Xiao Hong's fierce look, he immediately gave up, "Okay, I'll change!"
Looking at the few clothes he had, Xu San finally chose a Japanese-style kimono.
"Why are you wearing Japanese clothes again?" Xiaohong said somewhat unhappily.
"It's convenient. It can avoid trouble and solve trouble." Xu San said while arranging his clothes.
Xiaohong was pouting as she rummaged through Xu San's clothes, "How many sets of clothes will my sister bring you?"
"It's in the school dormitory, I haven't brought it over yet."
After looking through it, she couldn't pick out anything decent, so Xiaohong had no choice but to give up and watch Xu San wearing a skirt and riding a motorcycle.
The beautifully dressed Xiaohong did not choose to sit in Douzi, but chose to sit in the back seat. She stretched out her little hand, patted Xu San's back hard, and shouted, "Fight~"
"Hey~" Xu San sighed, kicked the motorcycle, gave a lot of gas, and the motorcycle immediately sped out.
"Oops~" The huge inertia made Xiao Hong exclaim, and she was so frightened that she hugged Xu San's waist, "Why didn't you say anything while you were driving?!"
Xu San's deliberate mischief made Xiaohong feel resentful and decided to buy a good pipa later and make him bleed.
However, when she was thinking about buying the Shenma model, she discovered that Xu San turned a corner and went into Xiyang Street, which was not the way to the central city.
"Hey, you went to the wrong place. Almost all the shops here are opened by Japanese people, and there are no ones selling pipa." Xiaohong reminded.
"There is a sanxian shop selling sanxian here. They are all string instruments. You can play whatever you like."
"Can the sanxian and pipa be the same?"
"Why are they different? They are all stringed. You, Xiaohong, are a master of musical instruments. Even with a cotton bow, you can play the sounds of nature."
"Nonsense, you want to come to the lake to tease me again! Let me tell you, if you don't take me to buy a pipa today, I will report it to the organization and say that you molested me."
"..." Xu San did not answer, but stopped the motorcycle.
Xiaohong turned around and took a look. It was a flower shop.
Although the conduct of the Japanese is not very good, their fresh aesthetic is still very popular with girls.
The layout of the flower shop is fresh and elegant, and the colors are pleasing to the eye. Especially the flowers placed outdoors are all ready to be bloomed, green and attractive.
Seeing the beautiful thing, Xiaohong took the initiative to get out of the car and ran over without asking Xu San.
Standing in front of a bouquet of lilies, she took a deep breath, and the refreshing fragrance of the flowers immediately spread throughout her body.
"Welcome!" The clerk saw Xiao Hong and took the initiative to say hello. However, when the clerk saw Xiao Hong's attire, he felt contempt in his heart, because Xiao Hong's clothes were typical Chinese style, although the tailoring and materials were of the highest quality. , but the Japanese people's sense of superiority over China still made him look down on Xiaohong from the bottom of his heart.
"How to sell this flower!" Xiaohong asked.
"The flowers here are not sold to Chinese people!" the clerk said with a disdainful tone, holding his hands and pointing his nostrils upward.
The word China is insulting!
If this happened elsewhere, Xiaohong would definitely be furious and even pull out a gun.
But this is Xiyangshi Street, it's the devil's street, it's the territory of the devil. In a place like this, no matter how bad Xiaohong's temper is, she has to endure it.
