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He actually doesn't like sugar.

It's just that at a very young age, children have a natural love for sugar and want to eat a candy. But the man didn't buy it for him. He spent a dime to eat, drink, and gamble. He couldn't eat enough food, let alone sugar.

He looked at the colorful fruit candy in the hands of the town children and swallowed it quietly. After they peeled the sugar paper and threw it on the ground, he secretly picked up the sugar paper and licked it.

One winter, the mayor sent an expensive jar of coffee candy to their house and was placed on the second floor of the cabinet by the man. Near the Chinese New Year, he went out to play cards again, betting that even a three-year-old son at home had forgotten that he had not returned home for two days.

Cen Feng was hungry in bed for two days.

There is nothing at home, only the pot of coffee candy on the cupboard. A child so small, skinny and skinny, pushed a stool higher than him in front of the cabinet, stepped on the stool and climbed up, opened the sugar bowl.

He was afraid of being beaten, and dared not eat too much. He only ate two, and he obligedly screwed up the lid and put it back. The candy was in his mouth, sweet and sweet, he couldn't chew it, it was so contained, he fell asleep.

Finally, he was awakened.

The man did n’t know when he would come back. On the table was the coffee candy that was opened by him, and he was kicked and kicked with a scolding voice. Do n’t exchange money for food! Did Lao Tzu tell you! You hungry ghost beggar, I **** killed you! "

After the fight, he still seemed to be upset, picked him up from the bed and pressed it against the table.

Then he opened the jar of coffee candy, grabbed a handful of them, pinched his chin to force him to open his mouth, and crammed all the half jars of coffee into his mouth like crazy.

The candy covered his mouth, tearing the corners of his mouth and choked him to death.

Since then, Cen Feng has stopped eating sugar.

For a long time, he didn't even dare to eat sweet things, and he would feel physiological nausea when he smelled it.

Later, it gradually recovered, and treats sweets as a tonic for bitter life. I drink very sweet milk tea and eat very sweet cakes, but still don't touch a piece of sugar.

The sound of hard candy crushing his teeth would still make him sick.

Fans see that he likes to eat sweets, thinking that he also likes to eat sugar, always giving him a lot of sweets. He would accept it with a smile, then put it in the locker, never open it again.

The colorful sugar paper in the glass jar reflects the light and reflects the colorful light.

The female shopkeeper looked at him with a little fear, and pushed the sugar bowl forward: "You take it away."

Cen Feng looked down, stared at the sugar bowl for a while, and suddenly looked up and said, "When she comes next time, you tell her that I haven't been here again and give her back."

The shopkeeper was stunned: "Ah? Don't you?"

He had no emotion: "No, don't tell her I've been here."

After talking, he turned his back on his guitar and left.

There was a string of purple wind chimes hanging at the door of the shop. When pushing the door, a clear and nice bell rang out. When the door was pushed halfway, he stopped, paused, and folded back.

The female shopkeeper looked at him with a little surprise.

Cen Feng reached out, opened the lid of the sugar bowl, took a red sugar from the inside, closed the lid again, and pushed it inside, still the calm and watery appearance: "Trouble you."

The female shopkeeper quickly waved her hand: "No trouble no trouble."

He nodded slightly, dragged the sugar in his palm, and pushed the door away.

When I walked outside the door, I met a man who would stop and listen to him sing a few songs every time after work, and greet him friendly: "Hi, brother, I haven't seen you for a while. Sing today? ? "

Cen Feng glanced at the fallen leaves and shook his head: "I won't sing anymore today." He paused and said, "I won't come here to sing anymore."

The man was a little disappointed: "Are you leaving? Hey, I wish you a big star soon."

He smiled and walked the winter night street with his guitar on his back.

...

Xu Zhexing returned to S City not long after starting school.

The unfinished homework for the winter vacation was written by Cheng You over the past two days. When Cheng You copied her homework, she took a cloth ruler and tailored the shears, and repaired and removed the shears there.

The prototype of the skirt has already been made, and Cheng You asked her doubtfully: "Pick the stars, can you really make the skirt on the painting? Don't you only sew Barbie doll clothes at most?"

Xu Dixing: "Children do their homework quietly, don't disturb adults to do things."

Cheng You: "Who am I doing homework for !!!"

Xu Dixing: "Obviously, take you to eat fried chicken in a while, and eat big pieces."

Or how about being a kid, a piece of fried chicken immediately made her quiet.

After the school started, Xu Zhexing was even more busy. This skirt was her hard work for several years. Even a broken diamond on the skirt was stitched by herself, even without the hands of others.

Sometimes, when Mother Xu wanted to help, she was kicked out and stood in the doorway and said to Father Xu with exclamation: "When she used to move Barbie dolls home without money, who would have thought that she had the ability now?"

After the spring, the weather picked up, and the branches on the street had sprouts. Xu Xingxing's skirt was finally completed and was airlifted to City B before the competition.

She went to ask the class teacher for leave and explained the reason. The class teacher agreed immediately and wished her good results.

Of course, Xu Yan came to pick her up this time.

He put on a thin spring shirt with long legs and narrow waist, and a lot of girls were secretly watching her along the way. Xu Zixing said contemplatively, "Brother, why don't you pack yourself and give yourself a debut, you are really more and more handsome, more handsome than the male artists of our company!"

Xu Yan glanced at her: "I think your skill at playing tricks is getting stronger and stronger."

Xu Dixing: "... I sincerely praise you, what do you do to me?"

The two of them walked all the way to the parking lot. From afar, they saw the window come down, and someone sat inside and waved happily at her.

As soon as he approached, Zhao Jinjin quickly got out of the car and said happily, "Miss, long time no see."

Xu Zixing also smiled: "Why are you here?"

The two got on the bus, and Zhao Jinjin said: "Mr. Xu asked me to go home with you to try on a skirt!"

Xu Jiexing looked up and down at her for a while: "You keep a good figure, more lines than before, and your skin is better than before!"

Zhao Jinjin proudly said: "Of course!" She extended a finger and said pitifully: "I haven't even drunk a Coke in these months."

Xu Xiaoxing was about to die.

The place where Xu Yan lived, Xu Xingxing was sent with the mannequin. Xu Yan kept it very well according to the requirements, what it was like when it was sent, and what it is now.

Zhao Jinjin originally told her to laugh, but after entering the house and seeing the skirt, the whole person could not speak.

The pupils were so excited that they were dizzy, and they asked Xu Jiexing inconceivably: "Miss, did you make this ?! Oh my god, this skirt is too beautiful! It is more luxurious than the one I wore on the red carpet last time. Beautiful! Ah, can I really wear this skirt? Am I qualified? Can I really ?! "

Xu Jiexing closed the bedroom door: "You can! Take off!"

Zhao Jinjin tore off his coat bravely.

The skirt is made according to the proportion of her figure, and all traces fit the curve of her figure. Xu Zhexing admired the beauty's devil figure for free. After helping her change her skirt, she simply played with her hair.

Zhao Jinjin had only one sentence throughout the journey: "Why are you so powerful."

After putting it on, Xu Zhexing took a closer look to see if there was any need to adjust it. It turned out that it was not used at all and was perfect.

She opened the door and asked Xu Yanjin to look at it.

Xu Yan looked up and down because of the excitement and trembling of Zhao Jinjin, he nodded willingly: "Yes, let's go get the prize."

Zhao Jinjin was crying with excitement: "I've never worn such a beautiful skirt, I'm so expensive ..."

Xu Jiexing clapped his hands: "Look at this, hey, take two steps, you take two steps! Stop shaking!"

Zhao Jinjin shuddered and walked twice, and found that wearing a skirt and not wearing a catwalk was not a concept at all. She has been training very well these past few months, how can she not walk away wearing a skirt!

She said to Xu Jiexing without tears, "I'm so scared to wear it. Would I drop the diamond while walking?"

Xu Jiexing stared at her coolly: "Do you think you are Yue Yong · Ice Crystal Butterfly Ling · Zi Mengxue Ya Shaoxue, will tears turn into pearls when you cry?"

Zhao Jinjin: "Who?"

In the next few days, Xu Xingxing let Zhao Jinjin wear a skirt to practice the catwalk. Wu Zhiyun specially asked Zhao Jinjin to teach the model teacher before her. She was spiritual enough and learned things quickly. After a few days of practice, she adapted to the skirt belt. The sense of complexity that comes here is a bit different.

Soon it will be an official game.

The competition venue is set in the famous show in City B, and the stage was started as early as a few months ago. There are two rounds of the competition, the rematch and the final, but there is no gap between them. The rematch is mainly to see whether the designer presents the works on the drawings and the performance of the model.

After the screening of the semi-finals, they will immediately enter the final, which is comparable to the designer's skills.

When Xu Yan sent the two to the entrance of the participating designers, they could not continue to follow, only the designer and the model could enter. He patted Xu Dixing's head and said nothing else: "Come on."

Xu Dixing nodded with pride.

In the international competitions, the individual distribution is very reasonable. A group of eight players are arranged in the same large-scale dressing room. Each has its own dressing table and dressing room. It is not crowded and collision, avoiding many conflicts.

Xu Jiexing was on the 27th. When he entered with Zhao Jinjin according to the signs, the designers who were already busy in the room were all stunned.

Xu Zhexing didn't dress on purpose. She even faced the sky, pierced her ponytail, wore sweatpants and stepped on white sneakers. It looked like a child who was not yet a teenager.

But there was a brand of the participating designer hanging on her chest, and a "27" brand was attached to her waist.

Those who can enter the semi-finals are at least young and graduated from college. When did they have minors?

They all looked at Xu Zhexing with surprise and wonder. If the contestants were still anonymous until now, they would have to wonder if this was the back door.

A male designer with a beard and a makeup brush applying makeup to his model couldn't help but say hello to her: "My dear, how old are you, little girl?"

Xu Zhexing politely said: "I'm sixteen."

A flat trough is flushed in the room.

The man was startled: "Genius." He glanced at Zhao Jinjin holding the skirt behind him, and he said for a long time, "You are not that ... that ..." The one did not say the name for a long time, and slapped his head, pointing Pointing to the room behind: "Go and change your clothes. The changing room on the 27th is there."

Xie went straight after passing the two.

As soon as he entered the small space and closed the door, Zhao Jinjin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "I thought someone would trouble us and opened up the battle all the way."

She is not well-known in the circle. Every time she goes to an event, she will encounter something unpleasant. I thought it was the same this time.

Xu Zhexing said while helping her to put on a skirt: "Most designers have arrogance, we have good luck and did not encounter the villain."

She couldn't help but say, "Miss, it's so nice to follow you, no one will bully me."

In a word, it shows how much bitterness in the entertainment industry.

Xu Zhexing took a finger and whispered for a long time: "Chen Xing will become stronger, believe me. It will take a few years for those who have bullied you to look up to you. We will all become stronger."

We will all become stronger and then protect those who want to protect.