"Young Mistress, Young Mistress, how can you embroider such a thing as cross stitch!" As he said this, he picked up Yunwei's hand and said with almost tears in his eyes. Yunwei's head felt swollen and painful again:
"Look at your smooth, white hands. How can you pinch them with something like a needle? What if your fingers bleed and leave scars? Master Jingchen came back from a business trip and saw the scars on your hands.
, will blame me for not taking good care of you, you can't embroider cross stitch, young lady, you'd better watch TV, watch movies, or even go to the garden to enjoy the flowers..."
Mrs. Zhang kept chattering and wanted to talk more. Yunwei was really impatient. Especially when she mentioned Jingchen, she felt an indescribable upset in her heart, which made her chest feel like it would burst. She said it.
His words were unprecedented: "I can't do this, and I can't do that. You keep calling me Mistress, but you always care about me. Do I have to do what you say? What do you have?
Who do you think you are? You are not my mother. I am really disgusted that you are always nagging me in my ear. Who do you think you are?"
She vented her resentment in one breath. After speaking, Yunwei's chest was breathing heavily, moving up and down, and she looked at Mrs. Zhang's shocked and hurt eyes with solemn eyes.
After being stunned for a while, Mrs. Zhang hid the tears in her eyes, concealed her feeling of loss, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young mistress, I understand. If you want to embroider, just embroider. I'll go cook."
Seeing Mrs. Zhang's desolate back disappear before her eyes, Yun Wei came back to her senses, exhaled deeply, and hit her head heavily in frustration: "Oh, it hurts~"
She threw herself on the sofa slumped, regretting that she had said such unpleasant words to Mrs. Zhang just now. How could she become so mean? What happened to her?
She was so upset that she almost went crazy. She sighed heavily. She picked up the needle and thread placed on the glass coffee table and continued to thread it. After she finally got it through, she followed the pattern and embroidered along the grid. However, due to
She had never held such a thing as needle and thread, and she was too preoccupied to calm down, so she always pricked her finger, which made her cry out in pain and suck the blood from her finger again and again.
What made her even more upset was that after finally rusting a few patterns, she found that she still made the wrong embroidery. She almost collapsed after all the trouble.
She can't give up, she must never give up, isn't it just cross stitch? It's not a huge difficulty, she must calm down and embroider it well, so that Xiaolu will look at it with admiration.
So, she took a deep breath, bit her lip, picked up the needle and thread and started embroidering again. Every stitch and every thread dropped was much more careful than before. Gradually, her irritable mind went back and forth from stitch to stitch.
I calmed down a bit after the shuttle, my eyes scanned back and forth on the drawings and strips of cloth, and the unhappiness in my heart also dissipated under the concentrated embroidery.
Unknowingly, she actually embroidered a small corner according to the drawing. Although she only embroidered a small amount, she felt an indescribable satisfaction. She stretched her waist, which was a little sore from holding the same posture for a long time.
He picked up the drawings placed on the coffee table and looked at them in ecstasy.
There is a mountain hut there, with smoke curling up from the kitchen. The hut is surrounded by bright flowers, pebbles, small bridges and flowing water, lush trees, and pieces of pink cherry blossoms floating in the air. The picture is as beautiful as a fairy mirror on earth, a paradise, under the fiery red sunset.
Below, a pair of lovers clinging to each other stood on the bridge, holding hands and looking at each other.
Yesterday, when Xiaolu and I walked into the store, countless cross-stitches of various kinds came into view, but her eyes always stayed on this cross-stitch, and she felt that the world she had always longed for was so similar to the pictures in it.
, in her heart, she has always longed to be able to cuddle up with her favorite person among the green mountains and green waters, watching the sunset. That is the most happy and satisfying thing for her.
Looking at the pattern infatuatedly, a longing smile could not help but appear on her lips. Suddenly, her stomach growled. Yunwei put down her cross stitch and touched her belly. From last night to now, she
I haven't eaten anything and I'm so hungry.
Why isn't Mrs. Zhang's lunch ready? Thinking of Mrs. Zhang, Yun Wei suddenly remembered the hurtful words she just said to Mrs. Zhang, and couldn't help but blame herself. Why did she blurt out such hurtful and unpleasant words? Although she said to Zhang
Sister-in-law's chattering made Guan Xiguan feel a little resentful, but it was definitely not as she said just now that she was belittling Sister-in-law Zhang and looking down on her. She must be in a bad mood and had no way to express it, so she spoke indiscriminately.
, no idea.
I think Aunt Zhang must be very sad. Although Aunt Zhang is a bit more meddlesome, she is much older than she is, so she will inevitably care more about her juniors. Ever since she married Jing Chen, Aunt Zhang has been taking care of her.
In life, she was taken care of in every possible way. It can be said that she was just like her mother, caring about her warmth and health, and caring about her body. She was so kind to herself, but she said something that hurt her heart.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for Mrs. Zhang. Yunwei stood up from the sofa, left the living room and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as I opened the kitchen door, I saw Mrs. Zhang placing the kitchen knife on the onions but never cutting it. She just held her back stiffly and thought about something.
"Sister-in-law Zhang~" Yun Wei called softly and walked to her side.
"Oh, it's the young mistress. Just wait a minute, the food will be cooked soon!" Seeing Yun Wei come in, she quickly rolled up a corner of her sleeves and wiped her eyes, smiled at Yun Wei, and then, 'Bang
Chop the green onion with a bang.
Seeing Mrs. Zhang in a hurry, Yun Wei's heart felt sad. She put her hand on Mrs. Zhang's shoulder, rested her head on her shoulder, slowly opened her lips, and said in a soft voice: "Sister-in-law Zhang, I'm sorry, I just said
The words were too strong.”
"Young mistress, you don't have to apologize to me. You are the mistress and I am just a servant. I should do whatever the master says. It's because I don't know what is good and what is good. You indulged me a little bit. I
It's beyond the scope of your dignity and status." Sister-in-law Zhang moved her body and said in a cold tone.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, when you say that, are you still angry with me? Do you still care about what I just said?" Yun Wei's tone had a strong nasal tone.
"Look what the young lady said, how dare I be angry with the young lady." Hearing Yun Wei's nasal voice, Mrs. Zhang's tone gradually softened.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, I didn't mean to say those words just now, and those words were definitely not my true inner voice. I was in a bad mood and couldn't control it for a moment, so I didn't mean what I said. But I definitely didn't belittle you or look down on you.
You mean, in my heart, you care about me just like my mother, and you make me feel very warm, just like my mother is by my side."
As Yunwei talked, she thought of Mrs. Zhang's usual care for her, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. What came to her mind was the thunderstorm that night. She had a stomachache, but Jingchen was still at work and couldn't make it back.
, the driver asked for leave again due to family matters, and could not drive her to the hospital at all. It was Mrs. Zhang who carried her on her shoulders, braving the heavy rain, holding an umbrella in one hand to protect her from the wind and rain, while carrying her on her back through the rain.
When I sent her to the hospital, looking at her rickety figure holding on and walking forward without stopping, she secretly swore in her heart that from now on, she must be very good to Mrs. Zhang in order to repay her.
Kindness towards oneself.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, I was wrong. Please forgive me. I know you are very kind to me and care about me. I shouldn't vent my anger on you when I am in a bad mood. Please forgive me." Yun Wei said.
He spoke with tears in his eyes and a choked voice.
"Silly boy, stop crying. Aunt Zhang doesn't blame you. Don't cry, you know? Look at the circles under your eyes that are red from crying." Aunt Zhang lovingly patted Yunwei on the shoulder and comforted her.
"Well, as long as Mrs. Zhang no longer has any differences with me and forgives me, I won't cry!" At this moment, Yunwei was like a child, crying and laughing while wiping her tears in front of Mrs. Zhang.
Mrs. Zhang looked at her childish look with a kind smile, and smoothed her hair scattered on her temples. She had worked as a servant for many wealthy families in the past, and had served several young masters and ladies, but they all
They are so pampered and arrogant, and they don't take them as servants seriously at all. They are not arrogant and superior, and they do whatever they want. If they don't do what they want, they will always use words to ridicule and insult them, and they don't care about them at all.
The feeling of a servant is different, but the young mistress is different. Although she has been pampered since she was a child, she is kind-hearted and as simple and clear as water. In her eyes, people are equal and there is no distinction between high and low.
"Sister-in-law Zhang, will you still care about my well-being, cook the food I want to eat, tell me to pay attention to this and that, and care for me?" Yun Wei blinked her bright eyes.
, looking at Mrs. Zhang expectantly.
"Of course, but I will also manage you appropriately and listen to your ideas. If it is not harmful to you, I will be happy for you to do it. If it is harmful to you, I will remind you.
I want you to avoid being hurt, so that you won’t feel as deeply hurt as before, and I will consider your feelings.”
"Sister-in-law Zhang, you are the best." Yunwei happily put her arms around Aunt Zhang's neck and hugged her affectionately.
"Okay, okay, get out of the way. My food hasn't been cooked yet. You didn't even touch the food last night. You must be starving!" Mrs. Zhang pushed Yunwei's body to get out of her way.
Protect yourself to avoid hurting her.
"Yeah, I'm so hungry. I'm about to starve to death." Yun Wei touched her belly and said with a bitter look on her face. Seeing a pot of fried and fragrant pork ribs next to her, she clicked her lips and was about to reach out.
He grabbed it, but was slapped away by Mrs. Zhang's outstretched hand.