Chapter 12: A Golden Fish Should Not Be Keep in a Pond

"Oh, auntie, I'm sorry, the remaining ones are not for sale."

The young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wore a green military uniform and an octagonal hat, and his face was full of sunshine when he smiled.

only……

"Why don't you sell it anymore? I want three pieces."

"I want two."

The two women held on to it tightly.

The young man ruthlessly pulled the wool down and said, "Auntie, Auntie, it suddenly occurred to me that my mother and sister haven't had any yet, so I have to leave these for them."

At this moment, the last young man who had collected the money also came over. The two of them quickly packed up the stall, covering the remaining dozen or so pieces of wool.

The women who didn't buy any wool were very unhappy, but they let it go when they heard there would be consequences.

The women of the Meng family saw all the tug-of-war and interaction in front of the stall.

When Meng Changli heard that the young man had specially kept it for his family, she felt a little envious of him.

It’s different when there’s a young and capable person at home, and life becomes more comfortable.

Of course, I also have an older brother who is very capable and talented.

It's like distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. You can turn to him for big things, but there's no way he can help you with the little details in life.

He Jinqiu was not very interested in wool. He had just visited the supply and marketing cooperative and had almost spent all the money he had with him.

Meng Shulan also wanted to buy one, thinking of knitting a scarf or something.

But after seeing Gu Hansong, her mind was no longer on this.

Everything that happened between them yesterday was still lingering in her mind. To be honest, she was still angry with this man.

But looking at Gu Hansong, he was unaware of it at all. He was still looking up at the sky and down at the earth, but not at her. He could clearly see her if he just raised his eyes, but he pretended not to see her and didn't even want to say hello.

Humph, if you don’t want to fight me, then don’t. I don’t want to pay attention to you for the time being.

Meng Shulan secretly rolled her eyes and was about to leave with her sister, but the young man who was packing up the stall ran over and asked a few people, "Sister, auntie, are you buying wool? There are still more than a dozen balls. Do you want any?"

Huh? The three of them were a little confused.

Meng Changli said, "Aren't you going to sell it?" and said she wanted to keep it for her family.

The young man smiled and said, "Sell it. Suddenly I remembered that I already have one at home."

Several people: "..."

Meng Changli was very happy and went over to choose immediately.

He Jinqiu asked about the price and was tempted to find that it was the same as the one in the supply and marketing cooperative and no ticket was required. She thought of buying one for her younger daughter so that she could knit her some gloves when it was cold so that she wouldn't have to lose control of her pen.

The mother and daughter stood in front of the stall and started choosing.

Meng Shulan was a little confused.

This explanation sounds a bit fake.

She asked one of the young men, "Are these yarns yours?"

The young man felt that the girl’s question was really strange. If it wasn’t theirs, what were they selling?

When she looked up and was about to speak, she met Meng Shulan's big watery eyes and her face turned red.

"Since we are selling things, they must be ours."

That’s not what Meng Shulan meant.

She looked at Gu Hansong who was not far away, "What about him? Is he with you too?"

Gu Hansong's position was too subtle. It seemed like he was watching the stall, or he seemed to be resting there. Meng Shulan couldn't understand it at all.

In his previous life, this man was mainly engaged in foreign trade, involving several industries and having several large companies under his control.

Meng Shulan only knew that he had a big and successful business, but to be honest, she had no idea how he made his fortune or whether he had done anything in the two years since he left his hometown.

After being reborn, she was actually a little curious.

A golden fish should not be kept in a pond. Gu Hansong at this moment should be different from ordinary people.

So, Meng Shulan wondered if he was the one who set up the wool stall, and those dozen or so pieces of wool were left there specially because he saw them coming.

With this idea, Meng Shulan became a little excited.

If this is true, it proves that Gu Hansong has never forgotten her and still treats her as a friend.

It’s just that there are differences between men and women, and he is too cold and doesn’t know how to get along with me.

Unfortunately, the young man said "Huh?" and shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, this belongs to us two brothers. Who else? I don't know him."

The boy's face turned even redder when he lied to the beautiful girl, and his eyes wandered. He no longer dared to look at Meng Shulan, and imitated Gu Hansong to look at the sky.

Meng Shulan was very disappointed.

It turns out that it is not...

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I am being too sentimental again.

At this time, Meng Changli and He Jinqiu had already chosen the wool, paid the money, packed their things, and prepared to leave.

He Jinqiu was sharp-eyed and also saw Gu Hansong, but the man's face was too cold and he couldn't talk to him normally. He didn't know how to say hello even when he wanted to.

I looked over there several times and wanted to smile, but he didn't even look at me.

Meng Changli was so focused on the yarn that she didn't see it at all.

When he left, He Jinqiu was still sighing, "I've never seen such a dull man. Will he be able to find a wife in the future if he's like this?"

After hearing what her mother said, Meng Changli realized that Gu Hansong was there just now, but when she looked again, the man had already left.

Meng Changli said: "Actually, the young man... is not bad, he is tall and handsome, but his family burden is a bit heavy."

He Jinqiu shook his head.

The Gu family has a heavy family burden, but the main problem is Gu Hansong's icy face, which is too unpleasant. Any family that loves their daughter would be reluctant to marry their daughter to a stone.

Of course, it’s none of our business.

He Jinqiu just said that and didn't say anything else.

Meng Shulan also agrees with her mother's point of view.

When I died in my previous life, Gu Hansong was not married yet. He was already 36 years old at that time.

The mother, her two daughters and their two little kids went to the old sycamore tree at the entrance of the town, ready to wait for the bus to go back.

After putting the things down, they sat on the stone pier. Meng Changli took out a shirt from the backpack and handed it to her sister, "See if you like it. This is the birthday present I prepared for you."

Here it comes.

Meng Shulan was slightly shocked and took the clothes.

The white shirt, from its cutting to its lifelike embroidery, was all made stitch by stitch by Meng Changli.

My sister is still as dexterous as I remember. She has not forgotten anything my mother and grandmother taught her.

Meng Shulan touched the fine stitches on the embroidery and smiled happily, "Sister, it's so beautiful. How come you are so capable, you can make clothes and embroider. Are we biological children? Compared to you, I feel like I don't have hands, but pig's trotters."

Meng Changli blushed when her sister praised her like that.

"What nonsense are you talking about, girl? My little skill is only good enough for sewing clothes. What's the use? Your hands are for writing and reading. You will have a great future. I can't compare to you."

Meng Shulan became serious, "Sister, don't underestimate yourself. Who said your craft is useless? This flower you embroidered can be regarded as a cultural heritage."

Meng Shulan glanced at He Jinqiu again and asked the two, "Mom, sister, seriously, have you ever considered using this skill to open a shop and do business?"

(End of this chapter)