"Um?"
Di Zhao was stunned for a while, but he didn't understand the situation, he just subconsciously replied: "White."
He likes that snow-white color.
Like the temperament of an adult, it is cold and shallow.
"Um."
Feng Qian nodded, looked at the fabric in front of her, and picked a few.
The shopkeeper took out the fabric that Feng Qian picked up and held it in his hands.
"Make some clothes for him out of these fabrics."
Feng said in a low voice, took out the silver tael and handed it to the other party.
The shopkeeper took it with a smile: "Okay, girl, wait for me, I'll get something for the little boy to measure."
"Um."
The girl nodded lightly.
Di Zhao blinked and pursed his lips: "Master wants to make clothes for me?"
Feng Qian looked at him and nodded, "Yeah."
The pieces worn by the fragments, although barely fit, do not fit well and are not very comfortable to wear, so it is better to make a few pieces that fit well.
Di Zhao felt flattered.
However, when I think of what he did last night, I feel a little depressed.
It was like a knot in his heart that made him feel uneasy.
The shopkeeper took a tape measure to measure the size of Emperor Zhao.
"Little son, open your arms first."
Di Zhao looked at the shopkeeper and thought of something, his face paled slightly, he moved back, and hid behind the girl a little uneasy.
Feng Qian paused, but forgot about it, the small fragments were afraid of life.
Feng Qian stretched out his hand and said, "I'll measure it for him."
The shopkeeper glanced at the boy hiding behind the girl, and smiled and handed the tape measure to Feng Qian.
Feng Qian took it and turned to look at Di Zhao.
The little boy hesitated, then opened his arms obediently.
The girl lowered her eyes and carefully measured the size.
Di Zhao looked a little dumbfounded.
When Feng Qian bent over, he would be very close, so close that the air was filled with the faint smell of the girl's body.
The fingertips are through the fabric, and they can touch them accidentally.
Di Zhao's face flushed slightly, but he did not reject the other's closeness.
He is afraid of others approaching, but he is not afraid of her.
After the measurement was finished, the shopkeeper also wrote down the size and asked to take it a month later.
After a month, Feng Qian took Di Zhao to try on a few more clothes and bought three ready-to-wear.
When walking out of the cloth village, Di Zhao suddenly grabbed Feng Qian's sleeve.
Feng Qian stopped and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Di Zhao lowered his head, struggled for a while, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"
Feng Qian wondered: "What's the anger?"
The little boy paused and blinked.
"It's... last night..." Di Zhao pursed his lips, "I blocked the adults from the door last night."
Feng Qian tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on Fragment.
The other party lowered his head, as if he was fully prepared, like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was waiting to be criticized and educated.
In fact, Feng Qian was not angry, just felt strange.
Suddenly he took her out the door, and slammed the door shut tightly, not letting her in.
Fragments have always been good-natured, but it was indeed a little unusual last night, so Feng Qian was curious.
But the other party didn't seem to intend to explain the reason, so Feng Qian didn't force it.
"Not angry."
The girl said lightly.
Di Zhao was stunned, as if the knot in his heart was untied in an instant.
Aren't you angry...
Adults shouldn't lie.
Di Zhao pursed his lips, after that, try not to let this kind of thing happen again.
He doesn't drink anymore.
In short, things that will change should not be shared with adults.
After choosing to hide, it became a knot again.
He was just afraid and could not guarantee what the other party would do when he knew the truth.
I didn't have the courage to tell the truth.
Di Zhao is well-behaved and clever.
As long as adults don't get angry, it's fine.