Don't think of rebirth.

Zhan Sheng thought for a few seconds and decided to go see Fang Wanfu.

However, on the morning of New Year's Day, she had to visit relatives with her mother and father.

It was different in the afternoon. Relatives gathered together to chat or play cards or mahjong. Zhan Shichen didn't know how to play, and it would be boring to stay aside, so he might as well sneak off to see Fang Wanfu.

Fang Wanfu didn't care when to meet him. His relatives' impression of him had not changed. He was still the lawless devil.

Who would want to see him during the Chinese New Year? Especially the younger generation of relatives, seeing him is like seeing a cat.

Tan Jinshu and Fang Ping'an also knew what kind of person their son was, although Fang Wanfu had changed a lot since the second half of this year with the company of his friends.

But it was New Year's Day, and the two of them didn't dare to gamble with this, for fear of ruining everyone's New Year, so they didn't want to take Fang Wanfu to visit relatives.

Fang Wanfu didn't feel sad about this at all. He made an appointment with Zhan Zhanchen and happily packed the clothes to give to Zhan Zhanchen.

The meeting place was Fang's house. Zhan Shichen had been there before and knew where it was, but Fang Wanfu still sent the location again to make sure she didn't go to the wrong place.

On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhan Zhanchen came to Fang's house. He rang the doorbell for a long time but got no response, so he called. Only then did he hear a chaotic sound of running around inside.

When Fang Wanfu opened the door, there were still a few threads stuck on his clothes.

"Sorry, sorry," Fang Wanfu said twice, "I was drawing and was so engrossed that I didn't hear you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhan Shengchen heard his stomach growling.

"You didn't miss lunch, did you?" Zhan Zhanchen asked.

Fang Wanfu laughed dryly and tried to defend himself: "I was too involved..."

Zhan Zhanchen shook his head and followed Fang Wanfu inside: "Get something to eat first. I don't want to see someone being sent to the hospital on New Year's Day."

Fang Wanfu opened a bag of toast and put it into the toaster. While waiting, he pushed out a human model covered with a black dust cover.

"Is it so grand?" Zhan Zhanchen said casually.

Fang Wanfu opened his eyes wide: "This is the first time I give a gift to someone else, you should be serious!"

Zhan Lichen's expression was full of disgust, but he still solemnly removed the dust cover.

To her surprise, she thought Fang Wanfu liked drawing skirts so much that he would make a skirt for her, such as a fishtail skirt, but she didn't expect it to be a long black trench coat.

In terms of style, it doesn't look very outstanding, but Zhan Chen likes it very much.

Since she was a child, she has heard many people ask her why she is so tall as a girl, and she has also felt inferior about her height.

So she always wanted to make herself less conspicuous, and the styles of her clothes were all popular, and the colors were mainly black, white and gray.

Although no one in Class 3 had ever said anything about her because of her height, the long-term perception still made Zhan Zhanchen develop the habit of keeping a low profile.

At most, she would act more extroverted when she was with everyone in Class 3.

Now looking at the color of this long windbreaker, Zhan Zhanchen is really satisfied.

As she took off her down jacket and prepared to try on the clothes, she said to Fang Wanfu, "I thought you were going to make a skirt, but it turned out to be a windbreaker."

Fang Wanfu opened his eyes wide: "I asked you to wear a skirt in this weather? Then you will beat me to the hospital right on the spot?"

Zhan Shengchen began to be curious about what kind of image he had in Fang Wanfu's mind.

But she was in a good mood now, so she didn't ask, lest if she did, she would really do it.

The windbreaker is of good quality and is made exactly according to Zhan Chen's size, so it fits him perfectly.

Parts like shoulders and armpits, which will be pulled during movements, have been made with more volume, so you won't feel restrictive when wearing them.

Zhan Zhanchen raised his arm and looked around. Fang Wanfu pushed the floor-length mirror over to him and said complacently, "Take a look!"

When he looked at himself in the mirror, Zhan Zhanchen was stunned.

She originally thought that the black trench coat, because its color and style had nothing to do with being "conspicuous", could satisfy her need for being "low-key".

Unexpectedly, she looked tall and handsome in the mirror, and even without posing deliberately, she looked majestic.

To sum it up in one sentence, when she walks on the street, she is the most powerful woman with the strongest aura on the entire street.

Zhan Zhanchen blurted out: "How could this happen!"

Fang Wanfu was admiring his masterpiece happily when he was startled by Zhan Shichen's voice. After hearing what she said clearly, he suddenly became nervous.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? I think it's fine!" Fang Wanfu said weakly.

"It's not that your clothes are bad," Zhan Zhanchen said, somewhat embarrassed. "They look quite ordinary, so why are they so eye-catching when worn?"

Fang Wanfu was hit by the word "quite ordinary" and persevered, "Clothes are designed to be worn by people. If the clothes are eye-catching but not suitable for the person, they will not look good!"

"I wasted dozens of design drawings and had a video call with Sister Qi Xiang. The clothes I spent so much time making were made just to highlight your temperament."

"If you don't look good in the clothes, then why would I dream of being a designer?"

Having said that, Fang Wanfu still felt a little guilty. Given his age and skills, it was impossible for him to be better than professionals in just a few months.

During the production process, there were many places where he didn't actually understand why he had to do something in a certain way, he just did what Qi Xiang said.

Not to mention that there are many areas where he could have done better, but he was limited by his knowledge and hands-on ability.

The more he studied, the more he realized that he still had a lot to learn. Fang Wanfu now lives every day to the fullest and has deeply understood the meaning of learning never ends.

Zhan Zhanchen couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror again: "It's really beautiful, but..."

"As long as it looks good, that's enough!" Fang Wanfu didn't have the time to worry about "buts". He turned around to get his toast and started to eat it without even adding any sauce.

He sat on the sofa. Zhan Zhanchen thought about it and walked over, standing and looking at him: "Won't you feel pressured when I'm like this?"

Fang Wanfu raised his chin and looked at her. He had been working at his desk for too long, and when he looked up suddenly, he actually heard a "click" sound from his neck.

Fang Wanfu covered the back of his neck: "What's the pressure?"

"I'm too tall, and wearing this dress..." Zhan Zhanchen didn't finish his words.

But Fang Wanfu already understood what she meant: "So that's what you're worried about!"

He jumped up with a piece of toast in his hand: "Why do you care what others think of you! Those people are just not as good as you, a bunch of cowards! What does a groundhog care about which tree the giraffe eats leaves from? They can't reach it!"

Zhan Shichen was amused by his "vivid metaphor". If she hadn't been worried about getting her long windbreaker wrinkled, she would have laughed so hard that she would roll on the sofa, holding her belly.

I am a giraffe, Zhan Zhanchen thought.

I was born this tall.