Chapter 105: Romance for the elderly

"Grandma, this is... you gave it to me." Qiu Xueyao looked at her grandma in surprise and then at the cloth.
"Grandma doesn't know anything else, so she will order embroidery. I wanted to take advantage of my birthday this year. It is rare for you to get together. Make a silk scarf for each of you. Your grandpa's, uncle and aunt's all If it’s done, it’s yours."
"Grandma is getting older and clumsy. It seems too late and a little anxious, but it turned out like this." The old grandma's tone was a little self-blaming, and her eyes were still wet.
Qiu Xueyao bit her lip and hugged her grandma.
"Grandma, it's okay. I like this scarf."
The uncle and others on the side were silent at this time, looking at a few scarves neatly arranged on the table on the side. The corners were still embroidered with names, but they were all strange names.
For example, Sanhu, Erniu, Big Dog.
It should be the nickname given to them by the old man and grandma.
"You old lady, you are a lot of age, and you are still doing these useless things here. I'm fine now, I hurt myself." The old man was still blaming, but his hand was placed there. Above his scarf.
At this time, a figure silently walked to the side of Qiu Xueyao.
"give it to me."
Qiu Xueyao looked at Ye Hao unexpectedly, and then she subconsciously gave Ye Hao the unfinished silk stained with blood.
After handing it to him, Qiu Xueyao came back to her senses, what did she do for him, he doesn't know how to embroider...
Everyone was surprised to see that Ye Hao found a corner to sit down, and then picked up the needle and thread to embroider. That way, he was very serious and his movements were very skillful.
"Is he Xue Yao's boyfriend?" The old woman looked at Ye Hao who was embroidering there in confusion.
"Yeah." Father Qiu nodded, did not say anything else, just looked at Ye Hao.
At this time, Ye Hao's movements began to change constantly, and he didn't know when he got a few more needles from there, with needles of different colors.
"Young man, know how to embroider." The old woman was also attracted by Ye Hao's movements, and asked subconsciously.
"My mother can embroider. Grandma, just call me A Hao." Ye Hao smiled and looked up at the old grandma.
"Be careful..." Seeing Ye Hao actually raised his head to look at his grandmother, the needle and thread in his hand were still moving, Qiu's father on the side shouted subconsciously.
But Ye Hao's hands seemed to have eyes, and when they went up and down, instead of stabbing his hands, they were very quick.
"Young people nowadays do very little embroidery." Looking at Ye Hao's movements, the old grandmother smiled with a trace of memory on her face: "But back then, your grandpa still liked me because of my craft."
"How many years ago I still said, I am not afraid of children laughing." The old man turned his head subconsciously.
Qiu Xueyao was half kneeling in front of her grandma, holding her grandma's hand and whispering: "Grandma, tell us about you and grandpa's story."
Grandma fondly touched Qiu Xueyao's head, then watched Ye Hao's movements, and said softly: "Back then, my family was specialized in embroidery, and it was well-known in the village. Your grandpa is an orphan and poor. Every day. Live by moving things on the dock."
"As a result, you know how stupid he was at that time. I didn't have the craftsmanship at the time, and no one bought the embroidery that I made, but every day he brought his few wages to me to buy embroidery handkerchiefs."
"How much does he cost a day? Later I learned that he only ate two meals a day, one steamed bun per meal, his co-workers said. At that time, he was looking at my handkerchief while eating the steamed buns. Every day he didn't eat. Bring heavy stuff. You say he is stupid or not."
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When grandma said this, not only Qiu Xueyao but also the uncle laughed.
The old man did not speak, but silently looked at the embroidery crafts on the wall. "Two years later, he went out to sea. After a year, he came back. At that time, he was already a big businessman, and I was still that little embroiderer. Many people wanted to marry their daughters to him. But he refused. Then he stayed in the village for almost a month, he
Came to my house with the bride price. You know what his bride price is. "
"What?" Qiu Xueyao asked curiously.
There was a ripple in the corner of the old grandmother’s eyes:
11,111 handkerchiefs I made. He knelt in front of me on one knee and said to me: Axiu, marry me. For the rest of my life, I only love You one."
shocked.
Everyone present looked at the old man in amazement, who would have thought that the old man could do such a romantic thing back then.
"He is a silly young man. Later I learned that in the year he was absent, he actually spent money to drag people to buy my handkerchief every day. It took more than three years to save so many handkerchiefs." The old woman laughed. He raised his head and looked at the old man on the side.
The corners of the old man's mouth moved: "A total of three years and sixteen days."
A touch of love reverberated in this room.
And this time a voice sounded.
"Grandma, what is Xue Yao's nickname?"
Everyone looked at Ye Hao and landed on the silk scarf in Ye Hao's hands.
Unbelievable eyes appeared in their eyes.
I saw that the embroidered scarf, which was only half completed just now, had been completed, and the original places dripping with red blood had been covered by exquisite embroidery patterns.
It was two red flowers falling on top of the silk scarf, it was almost lifelike.
If you look at it from a distance, it just seems to be true.
"This is... Is this what you embroidered?" Qiu Xueyao looked at Ye Hao incredulously.
In just about ten minutes or so, Ye Hao actually completed an embroidered scarf that was originally defective?
Ye Hao smiled without saying a word, but looked at the old grandmother. He raised the embroidered scarf in his hand, and saw that the corner area seemed to be vacant on purpose.
Grandma smiled and nodded: "Xue Yao's nickname is Silly Girl."
"Silly girl?" Ye Hao was taken aback and repeated it subconsciously.
But what was ushered in was Qiu Xueyao's murderous eyes.
"Ahem... wait a minute." Ye Hao lowered his head and continued to start his own work. This time no one's eyes had left Ye Hao's hand.
In less than a minute, Ye Hao put down the needle and thread in his hand, and then handed the silk scarf to his grandma. The corner of the silk scarf was pierced with the word silly girl.
"Grandma, the silly girl is done."
"You are a silly girl." Qiu Xueyao wanted to pat Ye Hao's head in an angry manner, but was swiftly avoided by Ye Hao. "Okay, okay. Ah Hao's craftsmanship is pretty good. I am relieved to have A Hao taking care of Xueyao." The grandmother looked at the exquisite embroidery in her hand, as if she had seen the picture of embroidering the old man many years ago.