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It takes a day or two for the cloth shop to measure clothes.

Knowing that it was what Yan Fu wanted, the shopkeeper ordered xiuniang to make clothes today.

"You said that you don't need a lot of pattern embroidery. You should not be too delicate, but you must be fresh and free from vulgarity. The most important thing is to reinforce the stitches where the tail is left behind the clothes."

Xiuniang promised to come down, and quickly carried the cloth into the clothing workshop.

Yanhuai took Tingyuan to more than one store.

In order to let Tingyuan have a lot of clothes to wear at once, Yanhuai takes Tingyuan around the high-grade cloth shops in Qingqiu.

On this day, all the cloth shops were working for Tingyuan's clothes.

Tingyuan wags a tail to follow behind Yan Huai, holding a sugar gourd in his hand, crunching.

The sugar coating on the outside was chewed by him, and the hawthorn was slightly hard, and it also made a sound in his mouth.

Yan Huai also bought him a small cloth bag, which also inserted two ice sugar gourd.

TingYang came from elsewhere and hastened to meet them.

"Young master."

TingYang saluted Yan Huai and noticed the naive court yuan behind him.

"Hello, brother TingYang." Tingyuan saluted his Bowman cleverly.

When he saluted, he didn't know to take back the ice sugar gourd. Half of the ice sugar gourd almost covered TingYang.

TingYang stepped back a step, looking at the court yuan's expression, do not know is sympathy or helplessness.

"Young master If you buy him so many sugar gourd, aren't you afraid that he will have cavities? "

TingYang saw the tip of the ice sugar gourd on Tingyuan's back and asked Yan Huai in disbelief.

Yan Huai glanced at the things in the court yuan's pocket and asked, "is it much? Don't children just like sweets

"But if he likes to eat, you can't just be used to him. If you buy so much for him, you will not eat when he goes back."

"If he doesn't eat, you feed him." Yanhuai took Tingyuan's wrist and went on shopping, "can't I feed you? I bought him back as a schoolboy. If you don't fatten him up a little, where does he carry a bookcase? "

Tingyuan tilts his head and chews on ice sugar gourd, and is pulled forward by Yanhuai.

TingYang bypassed the crowd and followed.

"Young master! No! He's just beaten up in his head, but he's not out of his mind, childe! Wait for me. Listen to me! Young master

---The day when Yan Huai went to school again, the sky was gray.

The thin rain silk like from the sky thick clouds out, just to touch the ground into the deep underground silk thread.

Tingyuan is just a way of thinking, returning to his childhood, immature mind, or a piece of white paper.

For Yan Huai, this is actually a good way to change Tingyuan's character.

The character before Tingyuan is too noisy for him.

Although he has never been angry with Tingyuan, he still doesn't like the character of Tingyuan who can't even talk back to him.

In his opinion, although Tingyuan was a miserable child, since he bought it back, he had to do something.

You can't always be clumsy.

He will not annoy Tingyuan now, which does not mean that he will not.

After he really came into contact with the big and small things of the fox tribe, the people around him must be smart people with brains.

After all, Tingyuan is an innocent man from the slave market. He wants to cultivate him into his next confidant.