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Fei Xingfeng is very close to his grandmother. The year he debuted, his grandmother knitted two sweaters for him.Fei's family and Fei Xingfeng's mother are not short of money, so they can buy one as a gift for Fei Xingfeng, but grandma thinks that it can't express her support for her grandson, so she must weave it by herself.So I learned to weave now, and it took more than half a year to weave two pieces, one cardigan and one turtleneck sweater.The threads are all imported, not deformed or faded. Although the style is old and not very attractive, Fei Xingfeng cherishes it very much and will take it out to wear every year.It's also thanks to him being a clothes hanger by nature, so he managed to wear this uncommon sweater with a sense of luxury.

This time he went to work in the southern hemisphere, and it caught up with continuous rainy days and the temperature dropped sharply, so he took the cardigan with him, but the thread was accidentally scratched.

Now grandma's eyes are not as good as before, it is impossible for the old lady to make it for him, and she may not be able to make it for him, so I can only find someone else to make it up.

At this time, there are a lot of people walking around in the community, either going out to buy groceries or returning home from get off work.As for Fei Xingfeng, who was sitting in the car, he seemed to have kept a distance from this place full of fireworks, noble and like a prince, much more than Zongfan's title.

Song Xiang said: "Brother Feng, you can wait in the car, I'll take the clothes in and let my mother see if I can mend them."

Prince Fei Zhen Xingfeng nodded, no emotion could be seen in his deep pupils.

Li Qianlong unbuckled his seat belt and said, "I'll go with you. We've already reached the door. Let's go in and say hello to Auntie. I'll buy some food to take home. I don't have anything at home, and I haven't got dinner yet."

Li Qianlong is particularly fond of the food in this kind of old residential area, the price is cheap, and he can eat very full. For him who lives on a budget, it is simply heaven.If it wasn't that the place where he lives now is closer to the studio, he would definitely consider moving here. Wouldn't it be arrogant to have Song Xiang, an aborigine, covering him.

"Mom, Brother Li is here." Song Xiang said as soon as he entered the door.

"Aunt Zhen is not here, I went to measure clothes for a neighbor's grandmother." Zong Fan heard his voice and said loudly in the room.

For some old neighbors with handicapped legs, Aunt Zhen will provide door-to-door service. Her honesty is one of the reasons why the neighbors are willing to visit.

His mother was not there, and Song Xiang was not in the right place, so he turned around and went to Zongfan's room, "Brother Fan, this sweater is threaded, can you mend it?"

He was the same age as Zongfan, and he learned from his mother that Zongfan was two months older than him, so calling him "Brother" was not bad.

"Let me take a look." While speaking, Zong Fan nodded at Li Qianlong. Seeing Li Qianlong's suit and leather shoes, he was probably a high-end social animal with an annual salary.

After taking the clothes, a chilly smell hit his face, as if he was in the heavy snow, and the smell of snow lingered around, making him feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"What kind of perfume is this? It smells really good, as if entering winter." Zongfan asked while checking the condition of his clothes.

Song Xiang and Li Qianlong looked at each other with slightly embarrassed expressions.

Song Xiang rubbed his nose and said vaguely, "I don't know, the clothes belong to my boss."

Zongfan didn't know Song Xiang well enough to ask him to help inquire, not to mention that the other party was Song Xiang's boss, and Song Xiang was afraid that it would be inconvenient to inquire, so Zongfan automatically skipped this topic: "It's just a needle dropped, it's nothing It's a big problem, and it will be fixed in a while."

"Then I'll trouble you." Song Xiang's expression also returned to normal.

Li Qianlong originally thought that Zongfan's appearance was good, but now he didn't stay any longer, saying that he was going to buy food by himself, so he left first.

Not long after, Zongfan handed the patched sweater to Song Xiang: "It's done."

"How much?" Song Xiang asked, the boss must be not short of money for mending clothes, unlike him who wants to renege on his debts.

"I don't know, you can go back and ask Aunt Zhen." Zong Fan hadn't taken this kind of job yet, so he didn't know the price, and he couldn't ask for it arbitrarily. Anyway, Song Xiang could run away as a monk but not the temple, so he definitely wouldn't let him go.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

"Go, I'm going to buy dinner too."

Sitting in the car, Fei Xingfeng saw Song Xiang coming out of the store, and a man wearing an ordinary T-shirt and slacks came out with Song Xiang. Fei Xingfeng looked at it several times before he was sure that he did not admit his mistake There was a hint of puzzlement in Bo's eyes—how could Zongfan be here?

The Zong family and the Fei family are both in business. Although Fei Xingfeng is not involved in the family business, the elders and peers in the circle have seen everything that should be seen, and with his photographic memory, he should not be mistaken.But the question remains, why is Zongfan here?

Back in the car, Song Xiang handed the clothes to Fei Xingfeng: "Brother Feng, the clothes are mended, you can't tell at all."

"Thank you." Fei Xingfeng took it over and asked, "Is the person who came out with you a customer from the store?"

This was probably the only reasonable explanation Fei Xingfeng could come up with.

"No, he is the little brother who changed my clothes, and he mended your clothes as well."

"What is your name?"

Song Xiang didn't think too much about it, thinking that Zongfan's appearance had passed the test, the boss wanted to dig it out, and said, "It's called Zongfan, Zongfan is called Zongfan, and Zongfan is bustling."

really……

Fei Xingfeng didn't say anything more.After a while, Li Qianlong came back with food before Song Xiang restarted the car and sent them home.

There is basically no work in the store at night, and even if there are customers, they are only taking orders.

Today, the accessories and white fabric that Zongfan bought have arrived, and he spends the evening doing embroidery exercises while thinking about the style of the clothes he wants to make.

Aunt Zhen has nothing to do today, she went back early, Zong Fan wanted to stay busy in the store for a while, so I left the task of closing the door to him.

Zongfan ate two beef patties for ten yuan and three for dinner, and there was one left. This time was just for extra meals.Aunt Zhen's budget for two meals a day is 30 yuan, which is enough to keep him full in this community.

"Brother Fan, are you still off work?" Song Xiang came back and passed by the door of the store, seeing that the store was not closed, he came in to have a look.

"Well, there's nothing to do when I go back." Zong Fan gnawed on the cake, he didn't have any burdens, he didn't need to make an image in front of Song Xiang.Although he is very well-dressed and likes to dress himself up, but with his current economic ability, it is a luxury if you pay attention to it.Part of the money his mother gave him was used to replenish his home appliances, and the other part was stored in his card, so he would have a backup in case of emergency.

Song Xiang was fine, and it was rare to meet someone who was about the same age as him, so he wanted to chat a few words: "I have some beer brought back from abroad, would you like a can?"

"Okay." It may take only a can of beer to establish a friendship between men.

The store door is open, two people are sitting at the door, each with a can of beer, the autumn evening breeze is always extraordinarily refreshing, making people feel at ease.

"Brother Fan, what did you do before?" Song Xiang asked.After watching the entertainment industry for a long time, he felt that Zongfan had great potential to become an internet celebrity, at least his face was definitely fine. As for the further development, Song Xiang was still not sure.

"It's just an ordinary office worker." Zongfan said very vaguely. He didn't know how "Zongfan" worked before, and the novel didn't write it in detail. "Are you working as the boss's secretary now?"

"No, it's just a life assistant." Song Xiang said with a smile, "The boss pays you very well, and I can get in touch with many people, which is also very good for my personal development."

As Fei Xingfeng's assistant, it's inconvenient for Song Xiang to mention who his boss is. If he finds out, there's nothing he can do about it, but he won't take the initiative to tell the outside world.

"That's good." Most of the young people Zong Fan met were complaining about the company and the boss. It's rare to see people like Song Xiang. Either Song Xiang is more open-minded, or the treatment is really good, "By the way , since you are the boss's assistant, do you know what perfume your boss uses?"

The corner of Song Xiang's mouth twitched, and he confirmed to him: "What's that smell you smell?"

Zongfan said: "It smells very cool, like a snowy day."

Song Xiang covered his mouth and gave a fake cough, "That's the smell of our boss's pheromone."

Zongfan was stunned for a while, this was the first time he could smell other people's pheromone so clearly, it was a bit miraculous.Zongfan, as a foreigner, is not embarrassed to admire an Alpha's pheromone, but just asks: "Does your boss not use blockers?"

"It's used, maybe it was too long on the plane and I forgot to mend it, so the clothes got a little smell. Brother Li and I, oh, the one who came to the store with me today, we are all Beta, and we can't smell the information The smell of pheromone, did not remind the boss." The smell of pheromone on the clothes is not a big deal, as long as the pheromone does not explode in a large area.And Song Xiangdai’s environment is to watch fans fancily brag about Fei Xingfeng every day, and fans who cry every day and want to hear Fei Xingfeng’s pheromones also catch a lot of fans, so Zongfan does not deliberately avoid the topic of pheromones, He didn't think there was any problem, he just said that his boss's pheromone smells good, and Zongfan was the first one.

"Actually, our boss's pheromones are not popular. It's rare for you to say that they smell good." Song Xiang didn't quite understand the pheromone attraction between Alpha and Omega, so he just said it casually.

Zong Fan smiled, maybe it was because of his gender, who knows?

After drinking half a can of beer, Song Xiang said, "Brother Fan, you're pretty good at making clothes. Have you ever considered live streaming?"

"I have indeed considered it, but the equipment for live broadcasting is not cheap, and I have no money to buy it now." In order to become financially independent as soon as possible, it is not that he has not thought about it, and at present, no one is doing particularly well in the field of clothing making. Perhaps by virtue of craftsmanship, it can occupy the next market.

Song Xiang slapped his thigh: "I have it!"

Zongfan was surprised: "Did you broadcast live?"

Song Xiang is very cute, and it is not impossible to become an Internet celebrity.

Song Xiang waved his hand: "No, it's...a friend of mine's device. Later, he didn't use it, so he wanted to throw it away. I thought it was a pity, so I took it back, and it happened to be delivered to you tomorrow."

The "friend" Song Xiang was talking about was his boss, Fei Xingfeng.At the beginning, a platform asked Fei Xingfeng to do a live broadcast at a high price, and Fei Xingfeng went through the motions, but bought all the equipment that should be bought.

"Why is this so embarrassing?" Zong Fan felt that he had no reason to take it for nothing.

"It's okay, you don't want it, maybe one day my mother will throw it away."

Zong Fan thought about it for a while and thought it was okay, then said: "Well, I won't be polite, if you need any clothes changed, just bring them to me, and I will change them for you for free."

Song Xiang smiled, showing his playful little canine teeth: "That's it!" At this point, Song Xiang's smile became more shy, "I'm not afraid to tell you, in fact, my dream is to be an actor. "

Zong Fan was surprised, but he didn't want to hit Song Xiang's dream. After all, he is also a person with a dream. As long as this dream is not unreliable, and those who embrace the dream have been working hard for it, there is at least a 50.00% hope: "It's good to have a dream."

"Brother Li also said the same, and the boss helped me find opportunities many times, but every time I failed the audition because of stage fright." Speaking of this, Song Xiang couldn't help feeling frustrated, "If there is a chance to succeed, Brother Fan, please help me. Let me change a few more sets of clothes, I can wear them to participate in activities, it must look good."

Zongfan nodded with a smile, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news. If you become famous, then I will also be a tailor who has made clothes for film and television stars. In the future, when others ask me to make clothes, I will have the confidence to increase my money." .”

"Then I have to work harder." For a person with dreams, it is very important to have people around him who support him, which will make him more confident and hopeful for the future.

"Come on." Zong Fan held up the beer can, he said this to Song Xiang, and also to himself.

"come on!"

The two beer cans collided, and the slight sound seemed to open the door of hope for the future, making them firm in their goals and bright in their hearts.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support!

By unilaterally declaring that Fei Xingfeng, who appeared on the stage and had no communication with Zongfan, was equivalent to losing a big business worth hundreds of millions!