Chapter 124 Brother (Part 1)

Jiang Zhiluo's breath stopped and her heart beat faster.

He can be captivating even without realizing it, and he has a breathtakingly stunning look.

Jiang Zhiluo quickly lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling violently.

She calmed herself down and said, "Well, the cloth I bought earlier hasn't been used to make clothes yet. Let me measure your size."

Cui Hejin looked at her lowering her head, smiled, and said lazily in a low voice: "Okay."

Listening to his voice, he seemed to be very good-tempered.

Jiang Zhiluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up the rope next to her and walked towards Cui Hejin.

Cui Hejin stood still and let her approach.

The moment she got close to him, Jiang Zhiluo could smell the cool and subtle fragrance on him, which was refreshing yet intoxicating.

Jiang Zhiluo lowered her head and didn't look up at Cui Hejin.

After coming in front of him, Jiang Zhiluo whispered, "Raise your arm."

Cui Hejin didn't move.

Jiang Zhiluo looked up at him reflexively and saw his eyes, which seemed to be shining with the moonlight, flickering and shimmering, with a clear light flowing.

Jiang Zhiluo felt like her mind was being swallowed up.

"you……"

Cui Hejin gently stretched out his hand, and Jiang Zhiluo's heart beat uncontrollably.

I thought he was going to do something, but he just gently took a blade of grass out of her hair.

Looking at the piece of grass in Cui Hejin's hand, she thought that it might have been accidentally picked up while preparing firewood.

Cui Hejin sighed softly, and her charming eyes became gentle, "Silly boy, you are so busy, do you still have time to make clothes?"

Cui Hejin wanted her to have a rest.

Jiang Zhiluo said, "I can do it when I have time."

Cui Hejin said softly, "I still have clothes to change into, so there's no need to make clothes."

Cui Hejin knew that making clothes was extremely hard work.

After arriving in Donghe Village, his mother also wanted to learn how to make clothes, but she pricked her fingers but still couldn't make any clothes.

Cui Hejin knew that making clothes was extremely difficult, but he didn't want Jiang Zhiluo to do it.

He looked down and saw the calluses on her fingertips, and said nothing more.

Jiang Zhiluo didn't understand Cui Hejin's thoughts and only said, "But this is made of cotton. It will be very comfortable to wear."

"The outfits you had before were all made of burlap."

Although the coarse linen made him look elegant and noble, Jiang Zhiluo still wanted him to wear cotton clothes.

Cui Hejin smiled elegantly and said, "It's all fine."

For him, Donghe Village was not a place that required so much attention.

Jiang Zhiluo saw the faint and cold smile in his eyes and felt that he had hidden all his thoughts deep in his heart, as if it was difficult for anyone to truly get into his heart.

Seeing Cui Hejin's determined look, Jiang Zhiluo didn't force it.

She didn't want to force him to accept something he didn't like, even if she was doing it for his own good.

Jiang Zhiluo put the rope away and said, "Then you take a rest first. I made chili meat sauce, it's a little spicy, you can try it."

"good."

Jiang Zhiluo scooped some chili meat sauce into the bowl, then handed Cui Hejin a pair of clean chopsticks for him to taste.

The bowls, chopsticks and spoons at home are all made of wood. Although they are simple, they are kept very clean every day.

Jiang Zhiluo herself likes cleanliness, and so does Cui Hejin.

Mrs. Cui also has a habit of cleanliness and cleans the house twice a day.

Cui Hejin looked at Jiang Zhiluo's expectant expression, picked up a little with chopsticks, put it in his mouth to taste, and nodded: "Hmm, very good."

"You don't think it's spicy."

"A little spicy, acceptable."

Jiang Zhiluo breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it tasted good.

Since Cui Hejin can accept this level of spiciness, most people will not find it very spicy and can accept the taste.

Without chili peppers, the flavor will be gone.

It tastes better if you season it with chili pepper.

After putting down the book, Cui Hejin went to the yard to chop firewood.

Looking at Cui Hejin's figure, Jiang Zhiluo wanted him to take a rest, but she also knew that persuasion was useless.

She knew that there were many fires at home and that setting up a stall to do business also required a lot of firewood, so every day Cui Hejin either went to the mountains to chop firewood or split firewood to ensure that there was enough firewood at home.

Although there was chili meat sauce, Jiang Zhiluo still made two dishes.

In the evening, the three of them sat at the table and ate steamed buns with chili meat sauce.

Mrs. Cui and Jiang Zhiluo ate like this, while Cui Hejin ate steamed buns and vegetables.

After dinner and washing up, Jiang Zhiluo returned to her room and started making clothes. She first made a set of clothes for Old Madam Cui.

Wearing cotton clothes will be more comfortable.

The visibility is not very good when making clothes at night under a pine oil candle.

Jiang Zhiluo was probably a little sleepy, and she accidentally got the needle stuck in her hand, causing some pain. "Hiss!"

"What's wrong?" Cui Hejin stood up instantly and grabbed Jiang Zhiluo's hand.

Seeing a little blister on her hand, his face changed.

He hurried to look for the spare medicine at home.

Jiang Zhiluo said, "It's okay, I just got pricked accidentally."

Cui Hejin whispered, "It started bleeding after the prick."

Jiang Zhiluo felt that it was just a little blood and it would be healed soon.

But Cui Hejin seemed very worried and carefully cleaned, applied medicine and bandaged Jiang Zhiluo.

His movements were very gentle and soft, for fear of hurting Jiang Zhiluo.

While bandaging it, he softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

Cui Hejin's voice is low and hoarse, which can touch people's hearts inadvertently.

Jiang Zhiluo originally wanted to say that it didn’t hurt.

But this body is still very sensitive to pain.

It does hurt a bit.

The main reason was that she was distracted and used too much force, so the needle went a little deep.

Jiang Zhiluo seemed to have thought of something, a hint of charm flashed across her eyes, and she said softly, "Brother, my finger hurts."

He called out "Brother" and then "It hurts!", and Cui Hejin's eyes trembled violently.

Cui Hejin's fingers became lighter, "Stop making clothes."

Looking at Cui Hejin's subtle reaction, Jiang Zhiluo felt a sweet feeling in her heart.

Little did she know that the tone of her voice and the words she spoke at this moment were all like she was acting coquettishly.

She looks delicate and gentle, but she is extremely lethal.

Jiang Zhiluo said softly, "But I want to do it. I want to make clothes."

Cui Hejin's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, "Be obedient, my hands hurt."

"What will happen if I don't obey?"

Cui Hejin stretched out a hand and pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

After bandaging Jiang Zhiluo, he looked at her deeply and said, "I'll sew whatever you want me to sew."

Jiang Zhiluo was completely surprised.

No. Is he going to help her sew clothes?

Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but look at Cui Hejin's hand.

His hands are as slender as jade, with distinct joints, and are white and beautiful.

If it were in the technological age, this would be a pair of hands playing the piano.

Here, these hands are so perfect and delicate, they should also be used to hold a pen and write.

She couldn't help but recall some scenes from her previous life.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she restrained her expression slightly, hiding the emotions in her eyes, and said, "How can I bear to let my brother help me sew clothes?"