Chapter 160 Men's Pants Are Different From Women's Pants
"Brother Qiao, I...I didn't mean it. I was afraid that your bag would be stolen, and I wanted to keep it for you."
Hu Suiyong hunched over, hugged the bag to his chest, and whispered, with a hint of panic in his voice. If he was regarded as a thief, it would be really reasonable, but it was hard to explain.
He just heard the conversation between Qiao Xiangqian and his daughter before going to bed, and felt unsafe. After thinking about it, he decided to keep Qiao Xiangqian's bag for the night. Unexpectedly, Qiao Xiangqian woke up suddenly.
"Oh, so that's it."
Qiao Qianqian was startled and looked confused. It was not appropriate to say anything late at night.
Hu Suiyong said nothing more, turned around and lay down, and soon he snored. It was not clear whether he was pretending on purpose or if he really fell asleep.
"dad…"
Qiao Jinling saw Qiao Qianqian waking up and shouted softly.
"Oh, Lingling, did dad wake you up?"
"No, Dad, I haven't fallen asleep the whole time."
"What's wrong? Can't sleep in the sleeper?"
"No, I'm worried about you."
Qiao Jinling gestured with her eyes to Qiao to put the bag in her arms, and then glanced at Hu Suiyong in the next shop.
"Lingling, come with dad."
Qiao went forward and groped in the darkness to put on his shoes. The father and daughter, one behind the other, followed the long and narrow corridor of the train to the toilet.
They finally dared to speak louder. With the clatter of the train, no one should be able to hear them.
"Lingling, help dad get the bag."
The space in the toilet was narrow, so Qiao moved forward and handed the bag to Qiao Jinling, then he directly lifted up his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers and belt.
"Dad, what are you doing? You still need me to accompany you when you go to the bathroom at night."
Qiao Jinling, who was also older, blushed with embarrassment and turned away.
"No, I have a sewing kit that your mother brought in this bag. Your mother insisted on letting me carry it at that time, but I was not happy with it. Now I think your mother is more thoughtful."
Qiao Qianqian was thousands of miles away and began to miss Sun Huifang's benefits.
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his belt and revealed that he was wearing woolen pants, a pair of long johns underneath, and trousers at the bottom.
"Fortunately, I fell off the bed today, otherwise I wouldn't even know if my bankbook was stolen. I don't know if Hu Suiyong is good or bad. We should be more careful along the way."
Qiao scratched his head forward. He didn't think it was a big deal at first, but after tonight's trouble, he felt that he might not be able to keep this passbook with his own ability.
"Dad, you didn't fall down by yourself, I kicked you down."
Qiao Jinling held the bag with both hands. Under the dim light, her eyes were shining brightly, and the father and daughter looked at each other in this cramped space.
"Uh, did you kick me? The little girl is quite strong. Just wake me up next time and don't kick me again."
Qiao moved forward to rub his slightly swollen and sore thigh.
"Hey, I got it. I saw you were sleeping so soundly. That Hu Suiyong took the bag away again. He was afraid that if he couldn't wake you up, it would be too late. Next time I'll just pinch your thigh."
Qiao Jin was very happy. In fact, she felt that pinching her thigh hurt more.
"That's not necessary. Where do you think I should sew the bankbook?"
Qiao smiled faintly and changed the subject.
"Why don't you sew it into your pants like mom did. Last time we went to Beijing, mom sewed it like this. It was safer along the way."
Qiao Jinling suggested.
"That...that...isn't very appropriate!"
Joe hesitated forward.
"What's inappropriate?"
Qiao Jinling didn't understand. He wanted to continue asking, but suddenly he understood!
No wonder Qiao Xiangqian felt embarrassed. Men's pants and women's pants were different. There was a hole in the middle of men's pants. How to sew it up?
"Hey, dad, just sew it into your sweaters. It won't delay your going to the toilet, and it's safe."
Qiao Jinling's words made Qiao Xiangqian understand that his daughter already knew what he meant.
"Okay, then let's sew it into our sweaters."
Qiao Qianqian took out the needle and thread from his bag. The careful Sun Huifang had already sewn all the threads in advance.
"How do you sew this?"
Joe held the tiny needle forward like a big mallet, not knowing where to start.
"Dad, let me come!"
Qiao Jinling volunteered. She had lived by herself for so many years in her previous life and had done a lot of sewing and repairing. Sewing a pocket was a piece of cake.
"Can you sew? Be careful not to prick your fingers."
Qiao Xiangqian was shocked at how his daughter, only eight years old, seemed to be proficient in everything. However, he then thought about it, and he must have seen Sun Huifang step on the sewing machine, so she was somewhat proficient.
Qiao Jinling smiled, returned the bag to Qiao and moved forward, then took the needle and thread, took out a handkerchief of her own, and started sewing stitch by stitch with the faint light. Her stitches were moving very fast, and her fingers were flying up and down.
She sighed while sewing her heart.
——When her father was away, she had thought that it would be great if she had the opportunity to sew clothes for him with her own hands. But now her wish came true, but she never imagined that she would be sewing secret pockets for her father in the train toilet!
Qiao Qianqian started sucking his stomach vigorously, fearing that Qiao Jinling would accidentally pierce his stomach with a fine needle, but everything was in vain. Instead of touching him, Qiao Jinling quickly sewed it up.
When did my daughter grow so big?
Qiao Qianqian was still thinking about that waxy and squeaking baby, squeaking its little mouth, looking for food in his arms, soft and making babbling sounds.
It feels like the little girl has grown up in just a few years.
"Dad, what are you thinking about? Bring the bankbook over quickly! I'll sew it in."
Qiao Jinling called out several times. Only then did Qiao Xiangqian react and quickly took out his bankbook from his bag.
He didn't rush to sew it in, and used the light to open it and take a peek, what a guy!
3 followed by a string of 0!
Before she could count them carefully, Qiao snatched the passbook away and stuffed it into a secret pocket.
"Stop looking and sew it up quickly. Be careful of being discovered."
"Dad, tell me how many zeros there are after 3."
Qiao Jinling asked, quickly sealing the secret pocket.
"Hey, I won't tell you. Just guess it yourself!"
Qiao went forward and pretended to be mysterious. He lifted up his pants and put on his belt. It was much safer now. Even if he accidentally fell asleep, there was no need to worry.
"Huh! Dad, if you don't tell me, pull him down! If you don't tell me, I probably know."
Qiao Jinling pouted, thinking that the money her father could earn in these years was only 30,000 at most, and 30,000 in 1987 would have been pretty good.
The father and daughter quietly returned to the bed, surrounded by the sound of snoring. The hard work of the journey made people not care where they were. Even in a place with a bigger hand, they could fall asleep standing up.
Hu Suiyong's face was facing inward, and his expression could not be seen. Qiao Jinling stared at his back, unsure whether this person was good or bad.