A bunch of dishes broke, Lynch was driven out of the house by Yu Tanqiu's shouts and scolding, making his hands useless. Lynch's thin skin turned red, "I'll clean up."

"Get out of here, I don't know what you can do... Don't mention making clothes, don't make clothes for me in your life, I feel disgusted when I think of it." Yu Tanqiu's resentment did not disappear, and it evaporated in the form of dirty words.

It's out.

Lynch saw that he had been holding it in a mess, and now he finally sprayed it out, so he was scolded calmly.

Although Yu Tanqiu scolded him fiercely, he refused to let Lynch bow down and touch the broken tiles. He picked it up very quickly and threw it directly into the open space at the back door. He turned around to Lynch who had come over with a broom and dustpan.

He was snatching his nose and looked straight, and snatched the broom dustpan from Lynch, and swept away the fine pieces of porcelain on the ground while cursing.

Lynch had only one thing to do from beginning to end - being scolded.

Yu Tanqiu's male duck voice was low and hoarse, cursing like a cannon, and was like an old train that could not run and blasted fire outwards. Lynch listened very carelessly, and then laughed as he listened.

Yu Tanqiu could laugh when he saw that Lynn was scolded, and he smiled very much. The shallow dimples at the corner of his mouth came out. He immediately shut up again and thought resentfully in his heart: I just like Yu Boju so much.

The more Lynch tolerated him, the more unhappy he became. He counted all the credit on Yu Boju's head, and his heart was jealous and he wanted to make trouble again.

Fortunately, Lynch turned around tactfully. As soon as he turned around, Yu Tanqiu's temper slowly dissipated - his vulgar thoughts occupied the high ground again.

That night, Yu Tanqiu had nocturnal emission.

When I woke up, I was wet. In my memory, I was full of aprons and S-shaped shapes, which were extremely unstyled. Yu Tanqiu thought that he had a sudden spring heart yesterday, his legs were spreading, and his heart was very calm. If there was smoke, he would

Come and have a bite.

Although the spring dream is good, when you wake up, the wind blows the balls cold, and it is particularly lonely and deserted.

Yu Tanqiu scratched his heart and felt a dream of a boy again, but the resentment disappeared a little more. He threw his wet pants into the basin shamelessly, thinking that when Lynch came to collect it, he didn't know what he would be.

His face and mentality have become more stable.

Yu Tanqiu kept thinking about this in Chinese class, and he had a gloomy and handsome face, and he was very happy.

Perhaps because of a little liveliness in his eyes, Yu Tanqiu immediately attracted the confession of a girl who had always wanted to confess to him but was stage-frightened.

The golden osmanthus tree under the white walls of the school exudes a strong fragrance, and the little girl with long hair hanging down her shoulders shyly expresses her love.

Yu Tanqiu's side face is cold and beautiful, and he is the kind of white and pure beauty that a young man is as innocent as jade. The autumn wind blows the small and exquisite osmanthus flowers and falls on the boy's upright shoulders. The picture is like in the movie, and Zhang Manshu is in her heart.

He was trembling for this moment, even if Yu Tanqiu rejected her, it was worth it. Her girlish first love was so beautiful and dreamy.

After hearing her confession, Yu Tanqiu pondered for a while, and then said politely: "I'm sorry, I have someone else in my heart."

Zhang Manshu had an unexpected disappointment, "It's okay, I just want to tell you what I want."

Yu Tanqiu had malicious intentions towards anyone in his heart. There was only one rare reason why he didn't say bad words to Zhang Manshu - even a little girl dared to confess to others, but he didn't dare.

No prospect! Coward!

Yu Tanqiu was scolding and insulting himself in his heart, so he couldn't give up any other thoughts to scold Zhang Manshu.

As soon as Wu Zhiyuan got home, he heard his 18-year-old lady chattering and scolding people. The girl's voice was usually very coquettish, but she just started to get angry and couldn't stand it.

"What's wrong?" Wu Zhiyuan walked into the house, took off his hat, the maid stepped forward and took off his suit jacket, and Wu Zhiyuan's hand had just been pulled out of his sleeve,

Mrs. Wu threw herself into his arms.

Wu Zhiyuan patted her back gently, "Who has messed with my little honey?"

"I'm almost furious." Xiao Mitang said with a pout.

Wu Zhiyuan understood Mrs. Wu's confusing complaints. Mrs. Wu went out to play mahjong, but ended up having a shirt with Mrs. Zhang.

Wu Zhiyuan opened his lips in surprise, "Will this happen?"

Mrs. Wu didn't expect that such a thing would happen.

The wives in the city go to tailors to make clothes, and each piece is customized. Where is the possibility of the same clothes?

Mrs. Wu has been in the wife circle but she was not satisfied. Today, she finally wore a new cheongsam to show off. How could she think of wearing the same clothes as Mrs. Zhang? Moreover, the meaning in Mrs. Zhang's words is very clear. Her piece is still an old clothes.

Mrs. Wu was so angry that she pulled the cheongsam on the sofa, grabbed the pearl on it and said, "Even this bead is exactly the same!"

"Oh." Wu Zhiyuan frowned slightly and absent-mindedly patted Mrs. Wu's long, fluffy lion-like curly hair, "It's no big deal, I won't wear this one in the future."

"I must settle the score with the tailor!" Mrs. Wu said aggrievedly. She dared to fool her with the style of old clothes, which made her lose face. She could not let the tailor go.

"Don't do this," Wu Zhiyuan lowered his head, his eyebrows were gentle and solemn, "This kind of small thing is not worthy of your anger."

Before getting married, Mrs. Wu knew that her husband was a famous civilized gentleman. She had carefully restrained her arrogant temperament. She accidentally exposed her true face and immediately regained her sweet smile, "I'm just talking about it."

Wu Zhiyuan followed Mrs. Wu's long hair and nodded, "Good girl."

Lynch was busy in the shop, and suddenly the guy pushed the door and said in a panic: "Master Lin, someone is here."

Lynch held the painted powder in his hand and outlined the curves on his clothes. Hearing this, he looked up and said, "Who?"

It's a person from the police station.

The guy was scared into a little quail and shivered and didn't dare to speak.

The people in the police room spoke sternly, and they felt a sense of condescending arrogance. Lynch frowned more and more as he heard it. After the people in the police room left, the guy tried to tentatively come up on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Master Lin, they said you stole it."

What?"

Plagiarism, Lynch was a little dizzy. How could such a thing happen? Lynch walked to the inner room with his steps floating, and he was cutting clothes, throwing the powder aside. He didn't bother to collect it.

I never thought about whether to steal or not. According to my conscience, tailors in the city make their own clothes themselves. It is indeed true that there are any fashion clothes. Everyone should do them with the most common things.

Plagiarism...Where does this start?

He made a lot of clothes, but he couldn't tell whether he was plagiarized or not. Besides, was there any crime of plagiarism at this time? Lynch's head was covered in mud. When the guy saw his face pale, he also beat him up in his heart.

After the drums, he walked out quietly.

No, he just saw that Master Lin looked good, and showed off his sarcastic apprentices in other tailor shops. The more he thought about it, the more scared the guy became, and he wanted to pack up his bags and run away overnight.

People have arrived in the police station. Is it necessary to arrest them next?

Master Lin is very nice, he speaks politely, and the wages he gives are fair, but the police station... the guy's eyes are straight.

"I'll go back first," Lynch came out of it, and seemed to have recovered his composure, and said to the guy, "You shut down the shop and guard it first."

The guy nodded randomly, and his heart was filled with storms and he still wanted to run away.

Lynch got out of the shop, stopped a rickshaw, subconsciously reported the address at home, and then changed his mouth to go to Yutanqiu's school.

Before the school was over, Lynch registered.

The teaching building is simple and elegant, with golden osmanthus fragrance, high building and tuition fees are not low. Yu Boju left some property and was able to cope with Yu Tanqiu's tuition fees.

Lynch followed the stairs and walked to the back door of Yu Tanqiu's class. He looked inside but didn't see Yu Tanqiu.

It happened that someone rang a bell on the ground, and the class in the classroom was over. Lynch stood up straight. The passing students looked at him, but just looked at him curiously, but no one paid attention to him.

Lynch came out of the tailor shop, wearing a gray robe, and scraped his arms from the students' eyes. He realized that his sleeves were still hanging and he was busy putting his sleeves down.

"Master Lin?"

Lynch looked up and suddenly bumped into a pair of smiling eyes, "Zhang Ershou."

Zhang Chengmin smiled and said, "Where are you looking for someone?" He saw a dazzling white arm from afar. Because it was pale in the past, even the blood vessels looked bright.

Lynch nodded, but said nothing.

Zhang Chengmin is the son of one of his customers, and is also a rich young man. He is gentle and interested in clothing. He once wanted to be an apprentice to Lynch, but was offset by Mrs. Zhang's scolding.

Zhang Chengmin admires this Master Lin because Master Lin is a craftsman and is not vulgar. Although he is also very kind and is very polite to customers, he just doesn't have the servile spirit of being tempted by the power of the situation. He is the same for everyone.

temper.

"I'll find someone too, I'll pick up my sister, where are you?" Zhang Chengmin continued to talk.

Lynch hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll pick up my friend's child."

Zhang Chengmin was surprised, "Your friend's children are so old? Are you in middle school?"

Lynch smiled, "My friend is about the same age as me, so naturally the child should go to high school."

Zhang Chengmin couldn't help but say, "How old are you?"

Lynch found that Zhang Ershao was talking endlessly, so he quickly turned around avoiding and said, "I'll go find it."

Zhang Chengmin didn't find anyone, and became interested in Lynch's age for a while. He hurriedly followed and said with great interest: "Your friend's child should be thirteen, so I'll calculate... Is he born with 16?"

,You are twenty-nine, right?"

Lynch's appearance is always blurred at this age. He just smiled gently and didn't speak up when he heard this. He didn't want to have too much contact with Zhang Chengmin, a little crazy young man. He didn't think he was very good.

Charm, just annoyance.

He will also be upset and his temper is not as good as before.

Lynch thought so, but the corner of his mouth curled, making him laugh a little.

A corner, a century-old osmanthus tree, everything is so coincidental.

Lynch and Zhang Chengmin - Yu Tanqiu and Zhang Manshu, just collided.

"Manshu, tell me to find it easily!" Zhang Chengmin saw the third sister who could not be found, and his eyebrows were happily rising to the sky. Zhang Manshu was walking with his sweetheart when he suddenly met his second brother, and he became shy.

He said cutely: "Second brother."

The atmosphere between Lynch and Yu Tanqiu is quite strange.

Lynch was just surprised and did not doubt that Yu Tanqiu had anything else to walk with the girl, so after being surprised, he returned to peace, "Tanqiu."
Chapter completed!