Chapter 8785: Injustice (4)

"Don't worry, our family usually does not post couplets until New Year's Eve."

"Will we go together?"

"good."

Qiao Muyuan saw that there was a half-knitted sweater on the sand, and the sweater was milky yellow, and a little panda was knitted right in front of him.

Qiao Muyuan knew that his aunt had good skills and her panda was vivid and cute.

"What a cute panda."

Ji Changmu took a look and said that the little sweater... was for children to wear.

Qiao Muyuan couldn't let go of her love, and happened to see Aunt Yang coming over and said with a smile: "Mom, the panda is so cute."

"Don't worry too much." Ji Changmu said to Yang Shuzheng, "You are in poor health, please don't take care of these things."

Ji Changmu knew that Yang Shuzheng was soft-hearted and that if someone asked her to knit a sweater for the child, she would never refuse.

"It's not knitted for other people's children." Yang Shuzheng sat down on the sand opposite them. "I'm not as good as before. I've knitted a sweater for more than half a year and I haven't knitted a few in advance. I'm afraid you'll dislike it."

Ji Changmu: "..."

Qiao Muyuan coughed lightly: "Mom, I won't dislike you, your skills are so good."

"I also asked someone to buy wool from Australia. The quality is very good, but this panda is very difficult. There were several times when I was not satisfied with knitting, so I took it apart and rekweave it. I wanted to give you the best one." Yang Shuzheng pointed to the sweater in Qiao Muyuan's hand, "Look, is it much better now? I have removed it a few times."

"It looks so good, you're worried." Qiao Muyuan said the truth. She likes Aunt Yang's craftsmanship so much and has liked it since she was a child.

Such a sweater is hard to buy.

Yang Shuzheng laughed when she heard the praise.

She knew in her heart that a young lady like Qiao Muyuan wanted to buy anything, but she wanted to give them something they couldn't buy.

No matter what, it is her intention.

"I have a few knitted sweaters, I'll go upstairs and show you."

Qiao Muyuan nodded.

Yang Shuzheng turned around and went upstairs from the elevator.

Ji Changmu held Qiao Muyuan's hand: "My mother's kind of heart, don't think she talks too much."

"No, Ji Changmu, what are you thinking about?"

"..." Ji Changmu stopped talking.

As soon as they came back, the whole family became more popular, and Yang Shuzheng was in a particularly good mood.

Seeing that the couplets bought by the servants were not good, Ji Changmu asked them to buy some red paper and came back. He grindled ink and wrote a few pairs on the large table in the living room.

Qiao Muyuan came over and saw him write a couplet, begging him: "I want to write too."

"Yes." Ji Changmu handed her the brush.

Although he had taught her many times, her hands were still a little shaking and she couldn't hold the pen.

She didn't dare to write for a long time, so she looked up at him again: "Tight my hand."

Ji Changmu smiled helplessly, held her hand, stood beside her, and wrote the first word vigorously.

Horizontal, vertical, and horizontal, and strokes, sonorous and powerful.

He held his hand and she glanced at him with her own eyes.

Someone is serious about anything she does, but instead seems to be a bit distracted.

Ji Changmu held her hand and wrote a couplet, and asked her again: "Do you still write it?"

"Write." She likes the feeling that she is with him, as if everything becomes meaningful.

Ji Changmu took a few more pieces of square red paper and wrote several different characters "Fu".

Yang Shuzheng came over and stood by and watched for a long time.

Ji Changmu's name is very similar to Ji Donghuai.

Back then, Ji Changmu was also Ji Donghuai who taught him step by step.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!