Chapter 94: Don't tell you

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"Can you take a break? Don't always turn around?" Zhong Mingwei reluctantly grabbed her hand and put it down, while taking out the veil from her arms, and carefully wiped the slimy sweat on her hand, While whispering, "I'm not dizzy and I don't have a fever."
"Oh," Ah Chou was completely relieved, but looking at his hand held by Zhong Mingwei, A Chou's face reddened to the root of her neck again, and she drew out her hand with embarrassment and put her hands on her back. Behind, one side whispered, "Zhong Mingwei, can finally get the sun, are you happy?"
"Happy," Zhong Mingwei nodded honestly, squinting at the sun that was completely hidden in the cloud. After a while, he made a vicissitude of emotion, "For eight months, I haven't seen the sun."
"Eight months?" Ah Chou stunned, and then lowered his voice, then came over and asked, "When they were in the Clan House, how did they ... do they treat you? Are they blindly holding you? No ... no Will you come out? "
Zhong Mingwei looked at her nervous face, smiled suddenly, and stretched his hand to rub the ugly messy forehead, while smiling with a smile: "I won't tell you."
Looking at the thin eye lines that were dripping from the corners of his eyes, Ah Chou suddenly remembered the pair of peach blossom eyes that were fascinating and faint, and her nose suddenly soured. She was so busy that she lowered her head: "That Do n’t tell me, do n’t tell me in the future. "
Yes, do n’t tell me, do n’t tell me how much you have suffered and how many sins you have eaten.
You won't know how distressed I am.
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Zhong Mingwei sat in the yard and basked in the sun, and Ahou took out the sewing basket for embroidering work. At the same time, she moved a small table and a small round stool out of the kitchen. She made a big bowl for Zhong Mingwei Jasmine tea, I poured myself a big bowl of boiled water again, the table is too small, the two big bowls of tea are already full, and then there is no place to put the sewing basket, Ahou is reluctant to put the sewing basket On the ground, when he was hesitating to move another stool out, he watched Zhong Mingwei reach for the needle thread basket and let it rest on his leg.
"Thank you!" Ah Chou smiled at him, and then he sat on the small round stool and embroidered flowers
Three have already been embroidered. Now Ahou is embroidering the mandarin duck playing with water. The mandarin duck playing with water is the most difficult to embroider in these four colors, so Aggou put it at the end.
Zhong Mingwei's eyes have been turning and turning with Ahou's hand. Even though Ahou did not raise his head, he could feel Zhong Mingwei's gaze, and he was a little embarrassed. A thin layer of sweat came out of his hand. Afraid of dyeing the silk thread, he was so busy that he took a veil and wiped his sweat. While mumbling, he said to Zhong Mingwei: "You always see what I do with embroidery?"
"Look at your embroidering." Zhong Mingwei smiled.
Zhong Mingwei is telling the truth. A ugly embroiderer is really good. In particular, she has such a carefree and ups and downs that she can embroider her patiently, which is really unexpected.
"Hey, I told you early that my embroidery worker can enter the needle bureau, but my mind is very clever," A Chou was a little proud, and now took the needle and continued to embroider flexibly up and down, On the other side, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "When the embroidery is finished, I will pull the cloth and come back to make clothes for you."
"What clothes do you give me?" Zhong Mingwei frowned, "I just wear some. Didn't you wash all my clothes? Just find out and wear them."
"But some clothes are moldy on the top, and they can't be washed even if you wash them," A Chou whispered, looking at the moon-white silk outer body on Zhong Mingwei's body. The material is good, but there is a mildew on the neckline. It really annoys Ah Chou, "I'll make two more for you. It's just cold, and it's time to add clothes."
"I don't need it. I'll add it to you if I want to add clothes," Zhong Mingwei looked at the washed, white outer dress on A Chou's body, feeling sullen and uncomfortable, and once she opened her eyes and saw her toe-toe shoes, even more so Feeling sulking, "buy two more pairs of shoes."