My movie scared the global audience to tears

"Buying clothes?"

An Qin heard Song Qi's request on the phone and agreed: "It's time for you to buy some clothes. After all, you are a billionaire. Every time I see you, it's hard to describe what you wear."

"Alas! No one bought me two high-quality clothes!" Song Qi pretended to sigh.

"..."

An Qin was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I'll give you an address. You can just go there and I'll be there shortly."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Song Qi hung up the phone and couldn't help but smile.

Since coming back at the beginning of the year, he has been busy with work and has barely met An Qin. He really misses her.

I don't know if the taste has changed.

An Qin soon sent an address, but when Song Qi arrived, he found that the destination was in an old alley.

Looking around for the house number hidden in the nook and corner, Song Qi was so confused that he couldn't find it, so he had to call An Qin again.

An Qin said that he was already on the way and asked him to wait where he was for a while.

Not long after, An Qin arrived at the entrance of the alley.

She was wearing a pure white V-neck dress, with only a maroon belt tied around her waist to draw her waist in. She looked very elegant and refreshing.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Song Qi asked doubtfully: "This doesn't look like a place where you can buy clothes?"

"It's not about buying clothes, it's about making clothes."

An Qin explained: "My grandpa said that a man must have a set of tailor-made clothes throughout his life. When my grandpa was alive, his clothes were all custom-made here."

"Grandpa...Grandpa?"

Song Qi looked at her strangely: "There's no need to be so polite, right?"

"..."

An Qin rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "Can you stop being so talkative?"

After saying that, she handed a handbag in her hand to Song Qi: "Help it for me."

"What are you doing? You don't have any hands?"

Song Qi complained and took the handbag.

"Okay! Let's go!"

An Qin took a step forward, naturally raised his hand and took Song Qi's arm, pulling him towards the alley.

Looking at her arm, Song Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, said nothing, and walked with her to an old-fashioned courtyard in the alley.

This is a courtyard that looks to be quite old. The gate is one meter deep into the wall. There is a black and gold plaque hanging above it, with two big characters written on it: Weaving.

Seeing this plaque, Song Qi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The word "weaving" is not simple. In ancient times, these two words were linked to the royal family. For example, Jiangning Weaving in Nanjing was a department under the Ministry of Internal Affairs and responsible for purchasing fabrics related to silk and satin clothing for the imperial palace.

But that was a thing of the past. Now let alone the Ministry of Internal Affairs, even the royal family has become history.

An Qin stepped forward, picked up the door knocker, and knocked gently on the door. After a while, a young woman wearing a lavender cheongsam opened the door.

Seeing An Qin, she smiled and said, "Qinqin is here? Come in quickly."

She greeted An Qin cordially, took An Qin's hand, looked her up and down, and praised with a smile: "It's really a woman's transformation, she's getting more and more beautiful!"

After praising a few words, she looked at Song Qi and asked with some curiosity: "Who is this?"

Song Qi said seriously: "I am Qinqin's fiancé."

The young woman was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled: "Director Song, Qinqin has said hello to me, please come in."

With that said, she led Song Qi and the two of them towards the courtyard.

Following behind, Song Qi asked with a low smile: "When you said hello, who did you say I was?"

"Say you are a pig."

An Qin's face was expressionless.

"Nothing big or small."

Song Qi smiled and didn't take it seriously. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had passed the concierge and arrived outside the hall.

This courtyard is quite large and seems to be a three-entry courtyard.

However, it seems that this place has been converted into a workshop. There are many colorful cloths hanging in the yard, which is very beautiful.

In the hall, there was an old tailor with gray hair who was cutting cloth calmly. After hearing the sound of several people coming in, he put down his scissors and looked over.

"Uncle Jiang."

An Qin stepped forward and said hello,

"Qinqin is here?"

The old tailor showed a smile and nodded kindly.

Then, he looked at Song Qi, with some scrutiny in his eyes, but then he showed a look of satisfaction and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Jiang, I'll take him to make two pieces of clothing."

An Qin took the handbag from Song Qi's hand and handed it to the old tailor: "This is the dicing piece I asked someone to buy from Yingcheng. It is made by Wenhua Factory. Can you see if it is authentic?"

The old tailor took the handbag, opened it and took out several crudely packed cartons. After opening, there were neatly stacked triangular sheets inside.

"You have a heart!"

The old tailor smiled and said: "I am used to using Wenhua Factory's dicing machines, but I don't feel comfortable using other companies' ones. Thank you!"

"You're welcome, just use it and I'll buy it for you when you're done."

An Qin smiled and pushed Song Qi forward and asked, "Uncle Jiang, help him measure it! He will attend an event in a few days and is eager to wear it."

The old tailor nodded, picked up a tape measure, and told Song Qi: "Take off your shoes!"

The young woman had prepared a pair of cloth slippers and placed them at Song Qi's feet.

Seeing Song Qi take off his shoes and put on slippers, the old tailor opened the measuring tape and said, "Let your hands hang down naturally and stand in the most comfortable posture."

Song Qi complied, and the old tailor began to use a measuring tape to measure Song Qi's body carefully.

"Raise your hands."

"Raise your hands flat and put them down."

"Squat down."

"Stand up."

The old tailor measured all the data of Song Qi's limbs and body, from elbows to wrists, from collarbones to hips, and even measured his data in various postures, which was very detailed.

Then, he put away the tape measure and asked: "Do you usually put your little brother on the left or the right?"

"???"

Song Qi was stunned, his eyes widened, and he turned to look at An Qin.

An Qin didn't seem to have expected this question, and couldn't help but blush, and looked aside in embarrassment, pretending not to hear.

"What?"

Song Qi thought he heard wrongly.

But the old tailor asked again in a calm tone: "Do you usually put your little brother on the left or the right?"

"..."

Song Qi twitched his lips: "Do you even have to ask this?"

"I have to ask."

The old tailor explained: "If you like to wear it on the right side, the right trouser line should be moved a little to the left. If you like to wear it on the left side, the left trouser line should be moved a little to the right."

"..."

Song Qi's eyes twitched: "I usually wear it around my waist."

"Pfft! Ahem!"

An Qin seemed to have choked on his saliva and coughed violently until his face turned red.

I know a lot!

Song Qi looked at her and gave her a meaningful look.

Seeing this, An Qin coughed even harder.

After finally stopping her coughing, she hurriedly said: "Well, I'm going to the bathroom."

After that, she ran out without looking back.

Looking back, Song Qi saw the old tailor's equally meaningful look, smiled, and said seriously: "I'll put it on the left."

"Okay, got it."

The old tailor nodded, asked a few more detailed questions, wrote them down in detail in his notebook, and then ended the recording.

At this time, An Qin, who had tidied up, also came back, and she had regained her composure.

"Then there's one set for daily wear and one set for events, right?"

The old tailor asked Song Qi.

"Okay, you just have to make the decision."

Song Qi had no objection. It would be better to leave such professional matters to professionals.

"When do you want it?"

"Preferably before the 20th, I want to wear it that day."

"Oh, that will cost extra!"

The old tailor laughed and joked.

Hearing this, An Qin hurriedly said: "It's okay, Uncle Jiang, just put it in my account."

After looking at her, the old tailor looked at Song Qi again and sighed: "Young man, you are so lucky! You can meet such a good girl like Qinqin, you should be nicer to her in the future!"

"Don't worry."

Song Qi took An Qin in his arms and said seriously: "I wish to have the person of my heart, and we will never be apart until we grow old together!"

An Qin was startled for a moment, then looked up at him with slightly dazed eyes.

I wish to find the person of my heart and stay together forever.

Is this a confession?