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Chapter 91 Left or Right?

"buying clothes?"

When An Qin heard Song Qi's request on the phone, he also took it seriously: "It's time for you to buy some clothes. After all, you are also a billionaire. Every time I see you, I can't describe what you wear."

"Oh! No one bought me two high-end clothes!" Song Qi pretended to sigh.

"..."

An Qin was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I'll give you an address, you go directly there, and I'll be right there."

"Well, wait for you."

Song Qi hung up the phone and couldn't help showing a smile.

Since he came back at the beginning of the year, he has been busy with work and hasn't seen An Qin very often. He really misses her a little bit.

I don't know if the taste has changed.

Soon An Qin sent an address, but when Song Qi arrived, he found that the destination was in an old alley.

Looking around for the house number hidden in the corner, Song Qi was so dizzy that he couldn't find the place, so he had to call An Qin again.

An Qin said that he was already on the way, and asked him to wait for a while.

Not long after, Anqin came to the entrance of the alley.

She was wearing a pure white dress with a small V-neck, with only a maroon belt tied around her waist, which was pulled out, looking very elegant and refreshing.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Song Qi asked suspiciously, "This doesn't look like a place where you can buy clothes, does it?"

"It's not buying clothes, it's making clothes."

An Qin explained: "My grandfather said that a man must have a set of tailor-made clothes for his whole life. When my grandfather was alive, his clothes were all custom-made here."

"Grand... grandpa?"

Song Qi looked at her strangely: "There's no need to be so polite, is there?"

"..."

An Qin rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Can you stop being so talkative?"

After finishing speaking, she handed Song Qi a handbag in her hand, "Help me carry it."

"Why? You don't have long hands?"

Song Qi complained, and took the handbag.

"Okay! Let's go!"

An Qin took a step forward, naturally put his hand around Song Qi's, and pulled him into the alley.

Looking at the arm she was holding, Song Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and without speaking, he came to an old-fashioned courtyard in the alley together with her.

This is a courtyard house that looks old. The gate is one meter deep into the wall, and above it hangs a black lacquered and gilded plaque with two large characters: weaving.

Seeing the plaque, Song Qi couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Weaving these two characters is not easy. In ancient times, these two characters were associated with the royal family. For example, Jiangning Weaving in Nanjing is a department under the Ministry of Internal Affairs responsible for purchasing fabrics related to imperial silk and satin clothing.

But that was already a thing of the past, let alone the Ministry of Internal Affairs, even the royal family has become history.

An Qin went forward, picked up the door knocker, and knocked lightly on the door. After a while, a young woman in a lavender cheongsam opened the door.

Seeing An Qin, she smiled and said, "Qin Qin is here? Come in quickly."

She greeted her cordially, took An Qin's hand, looked her up and down, and praised with a smile: "It's really a girl's eighteenth change, she's getting more and more beautiful!"

After a few compliments, she looked at Song Qi and asked curiously, "Who is this?"

Song Qi said solemnly: "I am Qinqin's fiancé."

The young woman was taken aback for a moment, then she pursed her lips and smiled: "Director Song, Qinqin has greeted me, please come in."

After speaking, she led Song Qi and the two into the courtyard.

Following behind, Song Qi asked with a low smile, "When you greeted me, who did you call me?"

"Say you're a pig."

An Qin's face was expressionless.

"so rude."

Song Qi smiled and didn't take it seriously. As he took a step, the two of them had already passed the gatehouse and came out of the hall.

The size of this courtyard is not small, it looks like a courtyard with three entrances.

However, it seems that this place has been converted into a workshop. There are a lot of cloth hanging in the yard, colorful and beautiful.

In the hall, an old gray-haired tailor was calmly cutting cloth. He put down his scissors and looked over after hearing a few people coming in.

"Uncle Jiang."

An Qin stepped forward to say hello,
"Qinqin is here?"

The old tailor smiled and nodded kindly.

Afterwards, he looked at Song Qi with a look of scrutiny in his eyes, but then he showed a satisfied expression and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Jiang, I'll bring him to make two clothes."

An Qin took the handbag from Song Qi's hand, and handed it to the old tailor: "This is a scribing piece that I asked someone to buy from Yingcheng. It's made by Wenhua Factory. Do you think it's authentic?"

The old tailor took the handbag, opened it, and took out several poorly packaged cartons. After opening, there were neatly stacked pieces of triangular sheets inside.

"You have a heart!"

The old tailor smiled and said, "I'm used to using the scribing pieces from Wenhua factory, but it's not easy to use other ones, thank you!"

"You are welcome, just use it as you like, and I will buy it for you when you run out."

An Qin pushed Song Qi forward with a smile, and asked, "Uncle Jiang, help him measure it! He is going to participate in an event in a few days, and he is anxious to wear it."

The old tailor nodded, picked up a tape measure, and told Song Qi, "Take off your shoes!"

The young woman had prepared a pair of cloth slippers and placed them at Song Qi's feet.

Seeing that Song Qi had taken off his shoes and put on slippers, the old tailor pulled away the measuring tape and said, "Let both hands hang down naturally, and just stand in the most comfortable position."

Song Qi did as he said, and the old tailor began to measure Song Qi's body carefully with a tape measure.

"Raise your hand."

"Hands up, put down."

"Squat down."

"stand up."

The old tailor measured all the data of Song Qi's limbs and body, from elbow to wrist, from collarbone to hip, and even measured his data in various postures, which was very detailed.

Afterwards, he put away the tape measure and asked, "Do you usually put the little brother on the left or the right?"

"???"

Song Qi was stunned, his eyes widened, and he turned to look at An Qin.

An Qin didn't seem to expect this problem, she couldn't help but blushed, and looked aside in embarrassment, pretending that she didn't hear it.

"what?"

Song Qi thought he heard it wrong.

But the old tailor asked again in a calm tone: "Do you usually put the little brother on the left or the right?"

"..."

Song Qi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you even have to ask this?"

"To ask."

The old tailor explained: "If you like to put it on the right side, the trouser line on the right side should be moved a little to the left; if you like to put it on the left side, the trouser line on the left side should be moved a little bit to the right."

"..."

Song Qi's eyes twitched: "I usually wear it around my waist."

"Pfft! Cough cough!"

An Qin seemed to have choked on the saliva, coughed violently, his face was red from coughing.

I know a lot!
Song Qi looked at her and gave her a meaningful look.

Seeing this, An Qin coughed even worse.

After finally stopping her cough, she hurriedly said, "Well, I'm going to the bathroom."

After that, she ran out without looking back.

Looking back, Song Qi saw the same meaningful eyes of the old tailor, hehe smiled, and said seriously, "I'll put it on the left."

"Okay, got it."

The old tailor nodded, asked a few more detailed questions, and wrote them down in the notebook before finishing the recording.

At this time, Anqin, who had been tidied up, also came back, and she had regained her composure.

"That's one set for normal wear and one set for activities, right?"

The old tailor asked Song Qi.

"Okay, it's up to you to decide."

Song Qi had no objection, it was better to leave this kind of professional matter to professional people.

"When?"

"It's best before NO.20, I want to wear it that day."

"Oh, that will cost more!"

The old tailor laughed and joked.

Hearing this, An Qin hurriedly said, "It's okay, Uncle Jiang, just charge it to my account."

Glancing at her, the old tailor looked at Song Qi again, and sighed, "Young man, you are so lucky! To meet such a good girl as Qinqin, you should treat her better in the future!"

"do not worry."

Song Qi embraced An Qin, and said solemnly: "I hope to have a person with one heart and one mind, and never leave each other!"

An Qin was slightly taken aback, and looked up at him with a slightly dazed look.

Would like to have as one people, old age is not way off.

Is this a confession?
(End of this chapter)