Together with the dumb girl, I raised the ice silkworms and the silkworms containing ice silkworm genes separately. The black spider next to me was getting fatter and fatter. Its bloated body was very cute. It had two big eyes and there were so many to catch.
Touch your belly and look at that big belly, it's not far from spinning silk.
Haitang was quite comforted.
This dyeing shop became her roots and her world.
After finishing all this work, Haitang looked at the sky and estimated that it was almost midnight and it was time to go to bed.
The mute girl had already gone back to her room, and Haitang sat alone in this room for a while.
The silence of the night is the best for thinking. She must prepare well for this autumn and winter, so that everything in the dyeing shop will proceed as usual and in full swing.
A lot of her thoughts were still on how to dye floral fabrics, and she tried several methods, but they were very time-consuming and labor-intensive and not suitable for mass production.
Squeak...
The door rang, unusually clear in the stillness of the night, interrupting Haitang's thoughts.
"Madam, it's time to rest?" It was Datong's voice.
Since coming back, Datong and Haitang have not slept in the same room. In the real sense, each of them is busy with their own affairs. Today, after his mother reminded him, Datong thought it might be time...
It's so late, why hasn't Datong slept yet?
"Ms., please go to bed first. I have something to do." Haitang turned on the candle. In the candlelight, Datong's face was flushed, looking a little different from the daytime.
"Things are never finished, so just go to bed today. You have done it, so what will you do tomorrow? God wants us to live a lifetime, why don't we take our time?" Datong came to Haitang and helped her
Cut the candlelight shorter.
For two people, at this time, there is no need to be too bright. On the contrary, it is better to be a little dimmer.
Datong is very close to Haitang, she can smell his breath and scent.
Opposite sheared west window candle.
Haitang always thought that this sentence was imagined by the poet. How could anyone cut candle flowers together at night, and they could do it in one second? The two of them were chatting about something together.
And at this moment, isn't that what she and Datong are like? It turns out that it's not in the sense of cutting, nor in the sense of candles, but in the sense of being with your lover, of tranquility and tranquility, of spending the night with a poetic mood.
feeling...
The poet must have gotten along with the person he loved. It was just a rainy night that he wrote such a poem that has been passed down through the ages.
Haitang doesn't want to fall in love.
Especially for men in ancient times, it was inevitable that they would end up with three wives and four concubines. Haitang didn't want to take the risk and experience the heartache. She knew that once a woman's heart is given to someone, it is difficult to take it back. This has nothing to do with the body.
Same.
Datong seems to be a good man now, but what if he is really after high school?
Everything is uncomfortable.
No matter what the Bai Haitang was like in the past, the current Bai Haitang will not give his sincerity and will just treat it as a normal life.
"I'm going to see how Tiantian is doing. I'm really worried about her being alone." Haitang's words quickly broke the silent understanding between the two of them. Datong was a little disappointed. The two of them could have whispered...
"Tiantian is sleeping soundly. I just saw it. Please stay a little longer." Datong is a person who knows how to fight for himself, at least at this time he will.
"Oh." Haitang was still thinking about finding another reason to go out, otherwise she would easily fall into the gentle land of a scholar.