"What are you doing? So early in the morning?" Huang Shulang opened his big, misty eyes, looked at the slightly brighter sky outside, and yawned.
Qian Duoduo's eyebrows were full of joy, and she took out the sewn shirt from her embroidery basket with her hair disheveled: "Come on, come on, try it, husband..." Although she was still a little unfamiliar with the word husband, it was almost the same.
Adapted.
Huang Shulang's eyes lit up and he immediately got up. He had been looking forward to this dress for a long time and finally finished it.
Thinking like this, he picked up his clothes, shook off the collar and put them on.
Suddenly... he was stunned. He looked at his hands speechlessly and depressedly. He saw only two sleeves, one long and one short, one wide and one narrow.
The corners of his lips twitched: "This...is the clothes you made for me?"
Two drops of sweat fell from Qian Duoduo's forehead. When he looked at the dress, he saw that not only the sleeves, but also the place where the stitches on it were supposed to be straight lines were crooked like a centipede, completely different from the ones on his body that had been sewn by others.
no the same.
Qian Duoduo frowned secretly. If he had known this would happen, he should have seen it first last night. Isn't this embarrassing?
Huang Shulang folded the two sides of his clothes together and wanted to put on his belt to take a look, but found that the two front plackets were not straight, but rather curved, giving the impression of a complete mountain road with eighteen bends.
The corner of his mouth twitched violently. When he opened it and looked inside, his eyes widened immediately. He saw that there were lumps of cloth everywhere... some even had signs of being torn, and it looked like it had been chewed by a dog.
Huang Shulang was shocked: "Fat girl, when did this... the dog from our village enter our house?"
Qian Duoduo followed his eyes and suddenly blushed: "No dogs have come in?"
"No? Then why are these clothes chewed up like this?" Huang Shulang pointed at the place where he felt that a dog had chewed him, and his eyes twitched wildly.
"This...I tore this, because...because I sewed it in the wrong place. I originally wanted to take it apart, but I accidentally tore it with too much force. I thought about it, anyway, the clothes are so big, it can be done
Just clamp that area in and sew it up and it’ll be fine, so..."
Qian Duoduo lowered her head, twisted her fingers and said, she really didn't expect this dress to turn out like this.
Just to sew this dress, she was pricked by needles so many times. If it weren't for the water from Linghu Lake, her hands would have been filled with needle holes.
Huang Shulang pointed to the place where she had clamped a lot of cloth, and the small stitched area below, frowning slightly: "Then, since there is so much cloth clamped on top, why don't you clamp the same amount on the bottom? You clamp it like this
, this placket is not like a mountain road, there is really a ghost!"
Saying this, he still couldn't bear to take off his clothes. He walked to the mirror with his clothes on, took a look, and nodded: "Well, although it doesn't look good, for bandits, this clothes is totally fine."
Wear it when you go out to rob, not bad, not bad!”
As he said that, he suddenly frowned slightly and saw the slight blood stains on the fabric. His heart tightened and he quickly returned to Qian Duoduo's feelings. He raised her hands and looked at them, only to see two chubby hands.
Among the ten fingers, there is not a single pinhole visible to the naked eye.
Huang Shulang was surprised and looked at Qian Duoduo strangely: "Fat girl, where does this... blood come from? Where is the pinhole?"