The tea room is very busy. Colleagues gather to tease the intern in the Department. The boy's face is red with fun, but he still hasn't put down his needle. The red wool shuttles between his fingers. It seems that he is weaving a scarf, which has reached the end stage.
Sangxiaoyu curiously approached, "Xiao Liu, do you still have this hobby?"
"No!" The boy shook his head in embarrassment and explained, "sister fish, didn't you help me get tickets for the ballet performance before? The goddess was very happy. I want to strike while the iron is hot and give her a scarf woven by herself as a gift. I hope this will move her to agree to my pursuit!"
"It's a gift for the goddess!" Sang Xiaoyu suddenly realized. The boy scratched his head with embarrassment, "Hey, yeah! Isn't it popular to send men by hand now? Unlike the women who used to send men, they all send women in turn. Several students in our dormitory weave scarves for their girlfriends, so I also want to send the goddess. Although
is not much valuable, I think the heart is the most important thing! "
"That's right!" Sang Xiaoyu nodded in agreement.
Now, most of the time, people may pay more attention to material things, but the things they buy with practical money are just expensive in price, which is far less valuable than what they want.
The boy asked smilingly, "sister fish, you should have received this kind of hand-made gift, right?"
"No!" Sang Xiaoyu shook her head.
Although she also had a campus romance for many years, she didn't give each other such things at that time, especially such handicrafts.
Suddenly, a man's slender hands appeared in his mind, with a needle in his hand. Sang could not help but raise the corner of his mouth and murmur happily, "but it should be soon..."
At the end of the night, Hao Yan, who was packing, remembered her birthday and asked if she would like to have dinner together.
Every previous birthday, she and Qin Sinian drove back to the little aunt's house in the town to celebrate together. But this time, the little aunt called in advance, worried that she would be upset when she was pregnant, so she rarely stayed in the ice city, so Hao Yan specially wanted to celebrate for her.
Sang Xiaoyu thought of the two people's world that Xiaoyi said. She shook her head and declined, "not tonight, next time!"
Hao Yan naturally knows her plan and laughs without hesitation.
From the office building, the black Cayenne has stopped at the side of the road. Qin Sinian's tall and straight figure stands beside the car body with his hands in his pockets. Peach blossom has an attractive broken awn in her eyes. Sang Xiaoyu walks quickly.
When they got home, they changed shoes one by one.
At a glance, sang Xiaoyu noticed the pink on the tea table. The two needles had been put away. She looked back in surprise and asked, "animals, have you woven them?"
Qin Sinian just came out of the restaurant with a cup of warm water. "Well, last night I was on duty just free!"
Sang Xiaoyu holds the water cup in both hands. It's white water, but she feels sweet on the tip of her tongue.
She went to the sofa and sat down. Thinking of the boy's words at noon, her heart beat a little fast because of excitement. She held her breath and reached for the pink ball. It seemed that there were pink bubbles in her heart.
Like boys, they weave scarves. I just don't think it's right.
Seems a little too short?
Sang Xiaoyu picked it up and looked around for several times, but still felt it was a little short. I guess it's only enough around her neck, but it seems that the width is not enough
I was wondering what was falling out of the pink scarf.
Sangxiaoyu is stunned. She lowers her head to pick up the things beside her feet. The same pink color is two little socks with lace?
With a bang in her head, she got up from the sofa and said, "you..."
"Animals, are you weaving for children?"
Sang Xiaoyu has a funny left hand with a scarf and a right hand with two small socks that only babies can wear.
"Well." Qin Sinai was lazy and hooked his lips. Peach blossom's eyes were smiling. "What's the matter?"
A mouthful of old blood almost didn't come out.
The corner of her mouth twitched for a long time. She bit her teeth Nothing! "
Qin Sinai put his arms around his chest and looked at her in his spare time.
Fold the scarf again, and put the two little socks on it. Sang Xiaoyu murmured, "I'll go back to my room to change clothes first!"
Hearing the buzzing of the range hood in the kitchen, she sat at the end of the bed with her housecoat in her arms.
She thought the scarf was a birthday present
At the thought of his own amorous, sang Xiaoyu was very depressed.
Sure enough, after having children, all the men's concerns are on the children. Let alone weave scarves and socks for the baby. Maybe even her birthday has been forgotten by Qin Sinian!
This or the child did not give birth to it, after giving birth is not she completely ignored?
Sang Xiaoyu thought bitterly, this day can't live
I don't know how long later, the sound of the lampblack machine stopped. There was steady footsteps from far to near. Qin Sinian's tall and straight figure appeared at the door of the bedroom. He tapped his finger on the door panel. "Little goldfish, you can eat!"
"Oh!" Sang Xiaoyu is powerless.
When you enter the restaurant, the smell of warm rice lingers on your nose.
There are four dishes and one soup on the table, each of which is exquisite and beautiful in color. If you don't know, you think it's the chef invited by Michelin restaurant.
Affected by the mood, sang Xiaoyu had no appetite. He picked up chopsticks for half a day and only picked up two pieces of rice.
Qin Sinai was sitting opposite her. How could he not find out, "what's wrong?"
"No!" Sang Xiaoyu shook his head, turned his mouth and said perfunctorily, "I just don't have any appetite. Maybe I ate more at noon!"
"Don't always eat nothing. Order more!" Qin Sinan stretched out his chopsticks and put a piece of beef in her bowl.
"I don't like it!" Sang Xiaoyu hummed.
Qin Sinan twisted his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "in order for children to absorb nutrition, it's better to eat more!"
“…… I see! " Sang Xiaoyu reluctantly put the beef in his mouth.
The beef is stewed in a pressure cooker. It's soft and juicy. The heat is just good. It won't be too soft or too hard. It has a good taste. Its lips and teeth are fragrant. Sang Xiaoyu chews it but it tastes sour.
She swallowed the beef without touching it again.
After finishing a bowl of rice in silence, sang wanted to get up and go back to his bedroom.
"Wait a minute!"
Qin Sinai reached out to stop her and went to the kitchen.
Sang Xiaoyu was too lazy to talk to him, holding his chin half way, and was always depressed. It seems that he heard the opening and closing of the cabinet door, and then Qin Sinan's tall figure came back. After being called by him, sang Xiaoyu slowly looked up and saw that he was holding a cake in his hand.