It snowed for two days and stopped. Many villagers did not rush to do New Year shopping before the snowfall. As soon as the sky cleared up, they all went out with their baskets and carts on their backs, regardless of whether the roads were covered with snow.
Although the road was difficult, everyone had smiles on their faces.
Zhuang Keqing was kept at home by her mother and was not allowed to run around. She was just like a country woman of this era. She began to follow Qin Manzhi and learn to tie shoe soles and make clothes.
"Brother Ling is your husband-in-law, why do you always wear clothes made by my mother?"
Qin Manzhi pointed out the angle at which Zhuang Keqing should inject the needle, and frequently criticized her daughter, "You're a little bad as a daughter-in-law."
"Mom, I understand. I'm just learning from you."
Zhuang Keqing sighed.
She was really unable to do this needlework. She could sit there for half a day, her eyes were blurred, her waist hurt, and her fingers were swollen when she was holding the soles of her shoes.
She would rather stay in the kitchen and think about something to eat than sit on the kang fussing over this.
But it’s the Chinese New Year, so we have to let Aling wear clothes made by herself.
With no other choice, she worked patiently, stitch by stitch, for several days before making a robe.
Ah Ling will take the exam after the new year, so it’s not easy to wear shorts anymore, as it doesn’t look like a scholar.
"That's good."
After taking the last injection, Zhuang Keqing rubbed his neck, which was about to become stiff, and said with long sighs that this was not a job for humans.
Qin Manzhi glanced at her daughter, scolding her, took the clothes with one hand, shook them off a few times and took a closer look.
This is a crow-green round-neck robe with a thin layer of quilted lining in the middle. The stitching seems to be quite fine. For a beginner to needlework, it can only be said to be acceptable.
"Mom, I'll call Aling to try."
Zhuang Keqing completed a big project. Now that he saw that the clothes he had worked hard for several days were in good shape, his waist and eyes and hands no longer hurt. He was very excited. Without waiting for Qin Manzhi to say anything else, he got off the kang.
He took off his shoes and ran outside.
Shen Ling was in the back room. He didn't write anything today. He only took out the books and annotations that he had silently written some time ago and pondered over them.
The young man held a book in his hand and stood in front of the window. His eyes were slightly closed and he was thinking silently in his heart. He turned slightly sideways when he heard a small movement from the door of the room.
"Aling, come and try it!"
The girl's curved eyebrows appeared at the door, her narrow shoulders shrank, and she walked in. She held up a brand-new cotton robe and presented it to Shen Ling.
"Let's see if it fits!"
Shen Ling put down the book he was holding, stepped forward, and took the crow-green robe.
When I touched the clothes with my slender fingertips, I felt that the fine fabric was soft to the touch and the quilting was light and warm. I just looked closely and saw that the needle and thread movement was not smooth, and some places were crooked, but fortunately it was not conspicuous.
"You did it?"
His indifferent eyes suddenly softened a little, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was a hint of smile in his cold voice.
"dislike?"
Zhuang Keqing felt uneasy and did not dare to look at Shen Ling. She stared intently at the hands holding the cotton robe. She did not notice the other party's gentle tone. She only heard the other party asking this question, and her heart suddenly felt...
Feeling a little disappointed.
She also knew that her skills were not very good, but she tried her best.
The girl's joy was visibly weakening, and Shen Ling was keenly aware of it.
"I like everything Ke'er makes."
He stretched out his right hand, exerted slight force on his fingertips, and gently lifted the girl's delicate chin to look level with him.
Zhuang Keqing suddenly looked into a pair of clear and pure eyes. His blank expression was reflected in those clear pupils, and there was a hint of gentle warmth.
It was completely different from the cold and indifferent eyes of the past.
How could Shen Ling not like it? How could he be unhappy?
The former adoptive mother, Mrs. Zhou, had a rich dowry, her family's business was booming, and she had a lot of money in her hands. She liked to compare herself to others in food and clothing, so she had new clothes cut every winter, and the whole house wore nothing but silk, brocade, or gold, jade, and precious stones. No one wears it, except him.
No one expected him.
Or maybe, you just ignored him on purpose.
But now, there is no need for luxurious brocade or gold or jade, just this fine cotton robe made by the lady herself can make him feel at ease.
"If you like it, try it if you like it."
Zhuang Keqing felt that this posture was very embarrassing, her cheeks turned bright red, she awkwardly pushed away the hand on her chin, muttered something, and turned around to go out.
What, how is Aring’s behavior different from that of the male protagonist in a third-rate tyrant novel?
She was embarrassed, but she couldn't deny that when the slightly calloused fingertips touched her skin just now, her heart beat like a drum and almost jumped out of her chest.
The boss’ attack is really powerful!
Zhuang Keqing returned to the main room. His mother was still sitting on the kang with her head lowered, doing needlework. Aman grabbed a piece of cloth and bit it in his mouth, drooling a little.
"Did you try it? How was it?"
Qin Man didn't even lift his branches, he just asked.
"Well, I'm still trying, I don't know how it will go."
Qin Manzhi raised her head from her sewing and glanced at her daughter, "You're not looking there, so why are you here again?"
"Oh, mother, I want to play with Aman."
The blush on Zhuang Keqing's face has not completely disappeared. How dare he go back to his room again? Do he want her to watch Aling take off his clothes?
She murmured random excuses, then lay down on the kang, and absentmindedly pulled the cloth tiger out of Aman's mouth.
"Wow~"
The little guy cried loudly.
"Brother, I just want to play with you..."
Qin Manzhi turned around and glared at her daughter, snatched the tiger away and put it into her youngest son's hand.
"Stop teasing your brother here. Go back to your room. It's time to make dinner later."
With just one word, Zhuang Keqing was sent out again.
Helpless, she had no choice but to walk slowly to her room, hoping that Aling had already changed her clothes and would not embarrass her again.
As soon as Ai Ai came through the door, Zhuang Keqing raised his eyes and took a breath.
As expected, Aling had already changed his clothes. The young man in a crow-green cotton robe was sitting on the kang with his back straight. He was folding the short jacket he had changed into. From Zhuang Keqing's angle, he could see him clearly. The jaw line and the clear raised throat bone.
He has begun to show signs of youth.
Although Zhuang Keqing had slowed down, Shen Ling was still aware of her arrival.
He raised his head and stood up straight. His duck blue round-necked cotton robe fit his slim body. He was clearly standing in an ordinary farmhouse, but he looked so clear and graceful among the trees.
His eyebrows relaxed, and a pair of black eyes full of stars suddenly turned into spring water, soft and agile.
"Ke'er, I like it very much."
The young man on the street looks like jade, and his body is covered with blue musk deer that makes people smell...
Zhuang Keqing's finally calm heart started to stir again, and all the blood pumped by her heart rushed to her cheeks. She felt that her face was burning, and there were even signs of hypoxia.
The aroma of wintersweet lingered on her nose, and her brain was dizzy, thinking slowly.