Thinking of going to Beijing in two days, it must be too busy.
Yang Zimei decided to weave a hat for Xuehu tonight.
Otherwise, if he wrapped a white cloth on the streets, it would be strange. In addition, if he was so evil, he would definitely be onlookers.
But she hasn't learned to do needle line work.
So she also came to Sadako's room and knocked on the door.
Sadoko opened the door and saw her, a little surprised, "Master, do you find me?"
"Well, I want to make a hat for Xuehu, but I don’t understand the needle line work, can you teach me?"
Yang Zimei said while walking into Sadako's room.
Ashamed, this is the first time she has entered Sadako's room.
Seeing the furnishings of Sadako's room, Yang Zimei really admired that this is really a room for everyone.
The layout is neat and elegant, and there are Japanese characteristics, it looks very comfortable.
However, there is a slightly strange aroma.
She pumped her nose and identified it carefully. She found that the aroma was very much like the aroma she found from the coffin that day.
At that time, the aroma was very strong, but now it is very light.
What is this aroma?
She couldn't recognize it, and she didn't seem to notice that Sadoko had this aroma.
"Sadako, your room is so fragrant, what spices are used?"
Yang Zimei asked.
"Master, I use this."
Sadako picked up an elegant small incense bag from the bedside. "This incense bag was found from the kimono. I was very comfortable to smell the spice, so I put it on the bedside."
"show me."
Yang Zimei picked up the incense bag and opened it. There was no spice in it. This fragrance seemed to be emitted from the fabric of the incense bag.
She put her nose to sniff, and carefully identified.
With her keen sense of smell, she couldn't smell what spices were smoked.
Is this thing in the kimono of Sadako's coffin at first, will it have anticorrosive effects?
She wanted to ask Sadako to ask this incense bag to identify what component.
But worried that it would be Sadoko's preservatives, she would return her bag back to her.
In any case, Sadako is a living dead.
I don't know if I need anti -corrosion.
"Sadako, now you are not busy, teach me to do needle line work, make a hats that are suitable for Xuehu, handsome and special."
Yang Zimei sat down at the chair next to him, to Sadako Road.
"Okay, master."
Sadako took out the needle line and took out the fabrics she used to make tablecloths, taught Yang Zi's eyebrows to cut, sewing.
There is no problem with Yang Zimei for tailoring.
However, she found that her needle was not done well, but she couldn't do well, just like going to the kitchen. When she saw those dishes, she felt a little dizzy.
And when she picked up the needle, she also had this feeling of dizziness, piercing her fingers several times.
"What is going on? Joan Zi, so complicated acupuncture, I can master it well. Why is it so simple to wear a needle -patching and lead?" I can't do it well? "
Yang Zimei covered the fingers that had been acupunctured several times, and frowned puzzledly. "Women all over the world will, why would I not?"
"You can't cook food either, this is what women in the world will make."
Instead of comforting her, Sadako did not comfort her, but came quietly.