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Chapter 56 "My Bride" Part Two

I slowly woke up from my sleep and looked at myself naked.

Thinking of everything last night, I looked around and saw that there was nothing.

I heard the sparse sound of water and looked slowly.

She was taking a shower, and I could see her faint body on the frosted transparent glass.

I listened carefully and could hear the song she was humming.

The sound of water gradually stopped, and I knew she was coming out.

I immediately adjusted to a more comfortable position and continued to pretend to sleep.

And she opened the bathroom door and walked out in a few steps.

She picked up her phone and dialed the number.

After a few seconds.

"Store manager, can I take leave today?" she said.

"I know it happened suddenly, and I could only ask for leave the next day. But I really can't come, something happened at home," she said.

It seems that what she said about resting last night was a lie.

But now I get up and think about asking for leave.

"Thank you, manager, I'm really sorry." She hung up the phone after saying that.

He continued humming with a happy face, and then came to my side in a few steps.

I could feel her grabbing something, it seemed to be my wallet.

I heard the sound of my homemade cowhide wallet opening.

The iron buckle of this wallet is homemade, a two-layer magnet buckle.

It will make a crisp sound when opened.

Is she going to take the money and leave?Or something else.

My thoughts were turning over whether I should wake up right away.

But after thinking for a moment, I decided to continue pretending.

I heard her snort and say, "She is really a tailor."

I knew she saw the business card in my wallet.

The scene that followed was a fiery slap.

Lying on the bed, I was beaten into unconsciousness.

I opened my eyes and looked at her.

She took my wallet and yelled at me: "Lu Qiao, you have so many bank cards. Do you think you have no money? Are you doing those things of stealing bank cards? If you are still a tailor, you are a liar."

I was confused and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Then how do you explain this?" She threw out my bank cards one by one.

There are more than a dozen of them, of course, in addition to bank cards, there are also various recharge cards.

I stood up half straight from the bed and said, "Am I not a tailor? It takes me seven days to customize a suit. Some people don't want to wait, so they will stuff me some gifts while I am getting my tailor made. Of course, other tailors will accept it. Wouldn’t it look unprofessional if I didn’t accept it?”

"Gifts? Do you think you are a corrupt official? Can you accept gifts by making clothes?" Almost subconsciously, she slapped me in the face again.

It hurts.

"Did you say you were out robbing and killing people, and then you couldn't stay any longer and ran back?" she cried.

"It's true that I've been gone for eight years, but I can't become that bad, right?" I said.

Then the memories started again.

. . . . . .

At that time.

I am six years old and she is nine years old.

Every day after that, we met on the bench.

We spent year after year chatting.

Available from elementary school onwards.

I went to junior high school and she went to high school.

I went to high school and she went to college.

We are always three years apart.

I went to her university, Jingdezhen College.

I was a freshman and she was a senior.

The grass in front of the school playground.

I confessed.

Two people rely on each other to discuss the present, past and future.

Discuss everything from here on out.

Should I have a cat or a dog at home in the future?

Is the bathroom a shower or a tub.

Is the toothbrush electric or manual?

The child is a boy or a girl.

But the good times didn't last long.

My dad committed suicide the day before the end of my sophomore year.

He committed suicide by jumping off a building during working hours.

I later learned that a county university professor was asked to raise the child.

The salary is simply not enough for me to eat, drink and study.

He took little breaks and lectured everywhere.

But not many people in the county needed to hear those profound philosophies, so he borrowed all the money he could.

I even signed a loan shark loan, so that I can be carefree every day.

Finally he couldn't bear it anymore and looked at me as an adult and chose relief.

He left me a letter, telling me not to look for my biological mother and so on.

I still remember the last few sentences: "Don't blame anyone. This world must be cruel and unacceptable, but it has simply existed for tens of millions of years."

I kept laughing at the fact that a suicide note written by a university professor was so cultured.

And I didn't cry or even go to him.Maybe it was rebellion, and it became one of the few regrets in my life.

I heard that his body lay unclaimed in the morgue for a month, and it was only after a loan shark chased him that he was found cremated.

Then she graduated.

She chose to be a flight attendant and re-enrolled in etiquette school.

But I chose to meet her parents when I least should have.

Her parents treated me well, and one day her father took me to drink a lot of wine.

Of course, his parents asked about my family situation, and after three rounds of drinking, I told all my stories.

I was a sophomore.No money, no job.

No father, no mother, no plans for the future.

She was sent away to buy fruit, and then I experienced the most miserable 10 minutes of my life.

Although her father didn't say anything bad about me, he kept mentioning how good she needed to find a partner in the future.

But her mother kept mentioning how far everything I have now is from what they expected.

I was on the verge of collapse, and his father once again involved my family.At that moment, I really thought, is it so difficult for a single-parent family to even get married?
They didn't even ask how we met or how we fell in love.

"Leave my daughter alone, if you really want her best," her mother said.

I was silent until she came back again. She was happy with the fruit but didn't know anything.

And her parents' faces in front of her changed again.

After that day, I cut off all contact.

I left a letter, which probably means that I will come back one day when I become the captain.

Then I dropped out of school and left Jingdezhen.

Because my father jumped off the building while he was at work, the school gave me a pension to compensate my father.

And loan sharks also came to the door for this, but fortunately, there was no danger.

I used the pension to buy a one-way ticket to London.

Why is it a one-way trip? Because the money is enough for me to go but I can't come back.

I plan to learn to fly while doing my job, and my English is pretty good.

I set my sights on Pulford Flying Academy in London.

But after arriving, I found that everything was different from what I imagined.

I originally thought that the moon in foreign countries is rounder, so the conditions must be better than those in China.

But it is London Pulford Flying Academy, the most famous flying academy in London.

There are only 200 aircraft for 15 students.

If you learn to fly at your own expense, you have to pay for the fuel yourself.

I persisted for half a year, learned all the theories and passed the exam.

I gave up when it was my turn to fly, and graduation required at least 500 hours of theoretical flight time.

And the gas expenses required for these 500 hours are simply not something I can make up for by doing odd jobs during my breaks.

If I continued, I would probably just owe more money.

Ending up in the same fate as my father, I had no choice but to give up.

Later, when I was very poor, I stared at the suits in the window on Seville Street in a daze.

But I was discovered by Mr. Bailey, and I remember when he asked me if I wanted to learn.

My answer is: "yes"

Then he shook his head and said: "have.no.money"

But he took me into his shop.

. . . . . .

"Lu Qiao, where have you been for the past eight years? Tell me clearly." She said anxiously.

I looked at the nice weather outside the window and said, "Let's go to the park. I'll speak slowly."

She put her floral dress back on from top to bottom, threw a pack of underwear she just bought at me and said, "Go take a shower and come home with me in the evening. My parents want to see you, and they are also very curious about you. Where have you been for eight years? Let’s talk about it tonight, I won’t make it up and I’ll beat you to death.”

I was stunned and smiled bitterly.

It seems that she called me before I woke up.

I was a little angry and recounted the experience her parents had with me that night eight years ago, almost in a yelling manner.

Then she actually just looked at me.

I calmed down and said sorry.

She said slowly: "I have known about this for a long time, but you had already left when I went to find you."

I was silent.

"My parents thought about it for a long time that night and felt that they had gone too far. Their factory in the printing factory happened to be short of someone to supervise. They originally planned to raise you as a half-son until they graduate and inherit the factory. It's a pity that you left. When I went to find you, I found out that you had dropped out of school and there was no news except a letter,” she said.

"Then you've been waiting for me until now?" I asked in confusion.

"Eight years ago, I gave up the opportunity to be a flight attendant. I worked as a flower arranger in a flower shop diagonally across Park Road. I looked forward to the park gate every day. Yesterday, I almost saw you at a glance. You were dressed like What a fool," she said.

Is eight years a long time?Maybe just for a moment.

In the afternoon, the sumptuous meal may still be the same as it was eight years ago.

It's just that her parents are much older, but she still goes out to buy fruit as she did eight years ago.

Of course, her parents' inquiries were much gentler, and they didn't mention anything about me this time.

Instead, I talked about the causes and consequences of the past eight years.

His dad smiled and said, "Custom-made suit?"

"Yes." I said.

"Is there a future?" His mother said and then covered her mouth again, realizing that she had said something wrong.

All I could do was smile.

half year later.

We got married.

But the clothes are all designed by me.

My suit is naturally top quality, but my wedding dress is different.

I had this idea seven years ago in Sewell Street, London.

It's the wedding bride's clothes.

On the ground were pieces of white cloth and silver-white metal scales.

There is also an extra-long red rope at the front, with a length of 63 meters.

Made from Beijing and shipped to Jingdezhen by air.

This outfit can only be used once and can only be worn by the bride on her wedding day.You can't try on clothes because it takes half a day to put them on.

You cannot wear a single piece of clothing underneath this wedding dress.

Pick up pieces of fabric and silver scales from the ground and put them on with red rope.

Slowly hanging on her body.

When they were finally tied together, half a day had passed.

It was a surprise.

The silver-white wedding dress has red threads running through it as you move around.

At the end of the line, tie a bow on the chest.

With 10cm high heels, the total is 180cm.

Almost side by side with me.

With every step you take, you can hear the sound of silver metal scales hitting.

On the wedding day, she was like a queen wearing armor.

Her parents laughed happily.

The wedding is over.

I took her to the bridal chamber.

On a silver-white platform.

I gently opened the bow, and the red rope slid up and down like nothing.

Thousands of silver scales and white cloth fell down one after another.

Hitting on the silver-white ground, it was like the sound of nature.

All that was presented to me was her body, nothing more.

(End of this chapter)