In the end, the three adults failed to settle the matter of children, and instead they married brothers of the opposite sex. In order of age, Ji Jiji was the eldest, Liu Fangzhou was the second, and Qiao Xiangqian was the third.
On the way home, Qiao Qianqian took Qiao Jinling with him on his bicycle. The wheels on the bicycle were like wavy lines, twisting and turning, and he could not go straight.
"Dad, pay attention to that big rock!"
"Dad, there is a trap!"
"Dad, how about we push the cart and go?!"
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Qiao Jinling was frightened and her eyes widened, fearing that her father would ride the car into the ditch. After finally being reborn, if the car overturned in the ditch, wouldn't it be a torture to death?
"It's okay, Lingling. Dad is happy. I still want to miss my precious daughter. If she's not a particularly good brat, don't even think about it!"
Joe stepped forward and burped, his face full of pride.
When he got home, Qiao Qianqian babbled nonsense, took out a few large rolls of wool from the handlebar bag and handed them to Sun Huifang, saying that Ji Shijie's wife gave them to her, then staggered into the house and fell asleep.
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Sun Huifang didn't say too many harsh words. This man was really happy to be able to drink like this.
She was holding a ball of wool. It was soft in texture, with clear and even twist lines, bright color, and very elastic to the touch.
Sun Huifang was shocked when she saw the trademark. This was Shuangyang brand wool, which was rated as a national high-quality product. It was produced by Dongya Textile Factory in Jin City. Such a hot commodity could not be bought by anyone, but she didn't expect it.
Sent three large groups.
"Lingling, come here, I will measure your size and knit you a new sweater later. You can wear it when the weather gets cooler."
Sun Huifang used a soft ruler to draw on Qiao Jinling's body. She was unwilling to enlarge the size and knit the sweater too big. She likes to let her daughter wear clothes that fit well. At worst, she will have to take them apart and knit them again next year.
Qiao Jinling remembered that she and her mother were dependent on each other in her previous life, and there was no new yarn, so she took apart her old sweaters and knitted herself various exquisite sweaters.
She recalled their previous time together. Although she did not have a prosperous life, her mother always tried every means to make her live a more dignified life.
"Mom, I love you."
The words that I had not opened my mouth to say several times before were finally spoken out in this life, which can be regarded as a completion of something on my mind.
"You silly girl, what can you say in broad daylight?"
Sun Huifang scolded, but her heart blossomed with joy. No matter how tired and miserable a mother is, it is sweet to hear her child say these words.
"Here, help mom pull the yarn, and I'll wrap the ball."
Qiao Jinling consciously raised her two little arms. She was already familiar with the process. She straightened the yarn. She lowered her left hand and lowered her right hand. With the strength of the yarn wrapper's hand, she wrapped it around her wrist, up and down, and matched it properly. A yarn
The ball was wrapped quickly.
"Oh, Lingling is so smart, she can do it without being taught."
Sun Huifang was a little surprised. She had never let her daughter pester her before, so how could she be so skillful?
Qiao Jinling thought to herself: "My mother, it's not me who is smart. It's because I tied up 100 balls of yarn for you in my last life."
She remembered that when she first got wrapped, she couldn't grasp the rhythm very well, and soon she couldn't pull the thread anymore. Sun Huifang didn't scold her, she smiled and found the knots among the messy threads, and she quickly returned to normal.
The three yarn balls were quickly wrapped, two big red and one green. Little Black was barking next to it, looking at the little pom-pom very curiously.
"That's right, Lingling, bring me my sewing basket. I hooked something good for Xiao Hei."
Qiao Jinling entered the room and saw a woolen collar placed in a basket on the wooden table, with a small copper-yellow bell on it. It was exquisite and small, and it was even more beautiful than what was sold.
"Mom, the little bell is so cute. When will you get it?"
Qiao Jinling was so impressed by Sun Huifang's craftsmanship.
"On the way back, I saw someone selling small bells. I still had some old yarn at home, so I hooked it out."
Sun Huifang still felt that her daughter made such a fuss and just made it with her own hands. Why is she so proud?
Qiao Jinling put the woolen collar on Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei shook his head and tail, looking very proud. It is estimated that the puppies in Bei Heyan Village did not receive this treatment.
"Mom, actually we can add some decorations to the sweater. For example, crochet a small flower and sew it onto the sweater. We can also make patterns on the sweater."
Qiao Jinling kept chattering, the sweater styles of this era are too old-fashioned, and the wool is also very heavy. Apart from twists and some traditional hemming styles, there are not many good-looking patterns. Durability is the most important thing.
If you add some decorations or change the weaving method on this basis, you may have unexpected effects.
Sun Huifang has always liked to think about these things. Her daughter's words gave her a lot of inspiration. The mother and daughter looked at each other and thought together, using two needles, one goes up and one goes down, one goes back and one goes in. The first little red flower was actually braided.
appearance.
"Oh! Why didn't I think of it before? If you change the threads and mix the colors together, you can create different patterns. This little red flower with green leaves is so beautiful."
Sun Huifang touched the pattern she had just knitted, and she couldn't tell how much she liked it. She was not a conservative person, and she liked to come up with new ideas when she was young.
When they were not married, the girls in the same village all braided three-strand braids, but she braided four-strand braids from beginning to end. Others wore plain handkerchiefs, so she embroidered a unique little flower with colorful threads and hid her name in it.
Over the years, she has been running around for life, and she has also let go of these things, but now that she sees these new things, her old and calm heart has stirred up again.
When Qiao Jinling saw the moving light flashing in her mother's eyes, she remembered that she had never asked her mother what her dream was. Her mother was once a little girl, and she was not born to be a mother. What dreams did she sacrifice for her daughter and family?
"Mom, is there anything in particular you want to do?"
Qiao Jinling lay on her mother's knees with both hands, rocking gently. At this moment, she did not regard this woman as her mother, but as a best friend she had not seen for many years, talking quietly.
"What do you really want to do? It's to watch Lingling go to college, get married and have children."
"Mom, I didn't mean that. I meant what do you want to do?"
Sun Huifang was stunned by Qiao Jinling's question. She had never thought about this problem and had always been focused on her children. As for herself, it didn't seem that important.
"Mom really hasn't thought about this problem."
As Sun Huifang said this, she actually felt a little touched in her heart. Yes, what does she want to do?
"If I have to say it, then I want to make beautiful things with my own hands. How wonderful this world is, there are so many beautiful things, and it makes me happy to look at them. There is such a place where the yard is full of flowers.
Whatever you want to do, it will be beautiful just thinking about it.”
As Sun Huifang spoke, her face showed the shyness of a little girl. She didn't know why she said these words to her daughter.
Qiao Jinling understood clearly that her mother probably wanted to have a handicraft studio similar to the one in her previous life, where she could make beautiful things regardless of what she made.
She secretly remembered her mother's dream, and will definitely help her mother realize it if she has the opportunity in the future!!
"Go forward! Lingling! Are you at home? Brothers are here again!"
The voices of Ji Shiji and Liu Fangzhou came from the door.