Chapter 140 Relax, Don’t Be Afraid
At this time, Cao Yangfei suddenly interrupted, "Boss, my mother is OK."
When he said this, there was a hint of uneasiness and anxiety in his tone, but also a hint of anticipation.
He knew that his family was not well off and his mother was just a small street tailor. She usually put an old wooden chair at the door of her house with an old sewing machine next to it and did some odd jobs of repairing and mending things.
But he knew clearly that his mother's craftsmanship was truly old-fashioned, delicate and attractive, and her movements were quick and efficient.
His mother has been setting up a sewing machine at the entrance of the alley for many years, mending clothes and altering trouser legs for the neighbors, and sometimes also making clothes for people to measure.
She always dressed simply, and her clothes, which were washed white for years, revealed the hardships of her life, but she always worked meticulously.
Whether she is mending a small hole or helping someone customize a cheongsam, she will personally measure the size, carefully select the fabric, and repeatedly compare the colors, striving for perfection.
Because they were doing business with familiar people, the neighbors knew how difficult it was for them and were willing to take care of them.
After all, everyone knows it.
It is not easy for a single mother to raise a child, not to mention that her body is a little weak.
So sometimes, even if there is no real need to alter the clothes, I will find an excuse to take a few pieces to her for modification - in fact, it is to let her earn more living expenses.
But because he was interacting with neighbors, he was worried about being recognized and ending up in an embarrassing situation.
Cao Yangfei himself is not a vain person, but after working outside for so many years, he has learned what to take into account in different occasions.
Especially once their project becomes known to others and reaches the ears of some familiar neighbors, it will inevitably lead to a lot of criticism or misunderstanding.
He was afraid that Song Xiaochen and his gang would catch him and drag him around the alley as a public display. That would embarrass him and make his mother sad.
This is his deepest concern.
Although no one really wants to deal with him or his mother at the moment, what happened in the past has made him extremely sensitive to such things, and he is afraid that his mother will be hurt in the slightest because of him.
That would make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Hearing this, Song Weiwei's eyes flashed with surprise, "Is it true?"
Her eyes lit up and her tone sounded a little impatient, obviously attracted by this sudden solution.
But she immediately calmed down, frowned and said, "What we need is a master who is fast and skilled. Auntie..."
He left the words half-finished.
The reason she didn't say out loud was actually the question that most people would have in their minds: This kind of daily mending work is okay, but can she withstand the pressure of mass production work like this - making dozens or even hundreds of pairs of pants every day?
I was actually thinking, “Can I really do this?”
After all, this is not manual labor in the ordinary sense, but a concentrated and explosive task.
Cao Yangfei immediately patted his chest and assured: "My mother has been doing this for twenty years! Before she even had me, she was busy at the sewing machine every day!"
His eyes were full of confidence, as if mentioning his mother was a kind of pride.
He knew her perseverance and patience, and he knew the focus and dexterity she displayed when she was busy.
"My mom is an old master, there will be absolutely no problem!"
He said this almost excitedly, as if he wanted to pour all his trust and confidence in his mother into this sentence.
Shen Yan was also very excited, "Weiwei, you and Wenbo will watch the stall first, and Yang Fei and I will go find Auntie."
Although the two of them were not very familiar with each other, the barriers between them have been broken down because of their common goal, and replaced by a sense of tacit cooperation.
Cao Yangfei called a motorcycle tricycle and set off with Shen Yan.
The rumbling sound of vehicles broke the temporary tranquility on the street.
After the two got in the car, there was a look of nervousness but also hope on their faces.
The car carried Shen Yan, Cao Yangfei, a wheelchair and a whole bag of jeans.
The whole bag of jeans was weighed down in the corner of the car, like a sustenance, and also their most important tool and source of tasks at the moment.
When the motorcycle tricycle pulled over, it happened to stop under a tree next to a main road.
The sunlight falls between the mottled shadows of the trees, forming pieces of light and shadow on the ground.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still for a moment, allowing people to feel a moment of peace and relaxation.
Cao Yangfei first took the jeans into the alley.
He bent down to pick up the heavy bag, and walked carefully into the quiet and narrow path step by step, praying silently in his heart that everything would go well.
After a while, he slowly walked out.
The sunlight shone on him through the narrow gap. He looked a little tired, but he still stood still with all his strength. He turned to look at Chen Yan, then nodded slightly, motioning her to follow.
So, leading Shen Yan, the two of them walked into the alley together.
They walked and chatted at a slow pace. After passing a row of old houses, they came to the intersection of an alley and happened to meet Cao Yangfei's mother.
The middle-aged woman was washing vegetables at the door of her house. Her movements were quick and careful, and it was obvious that she lived a frugal and meticulous life.
Cao Yangfei's mother's black hair has turned gray, especially at the temples and the top of the head, which is particularly obvious.
Those strands of white hair seemed to tell the story of how hard she had worked for the family over the years.
Perhaps because she has been working outside for many years and has been exposed to wind and sun, there are some fine lines on her face, her complexion is slightly darker, and her skin looks a little rough.
But from that simple face, one can still see the gentleness and softness of her youth.
What's more important is that her eyes were gentle, as if a natural kindness overflowed from the depths of her eyes; and when the corners of her mouth rose slightly, there was a hint of shyness and timidity.
"You are the boss of Yang Fei, right?"
She looked up and saw Shen Yan, and immediately stopped what she was doing and asked softly. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of heartfelt gratitude.
Then, she picked up the rag beside her and subconsciously wiped her hands back and forth, as if to make herself cleaner.
Then, her eyes dodged slightly. She wanted to reach out and say hello naturally, but she seemed a little unconfident and very reserved.
Standing in front of her was a young girl who looked elegant and pretty - this was completely different from the people she was used to dealing with, so for a moment, she was a little at a loss as to how to respond.
Seeing this, Shen Yan took a half step forward without hesitation and shook the other person's hands generously and kindly.
Her action was natural and without any hesitation, which immediately made the atmosphere much more relaxed.
The pair of hands clasped together were a little cold, and the fingertips were even a little stiff. Shen Yan couldn't help but think that it was probably because they had been outside in the wind all day and hadn't had a moment's rest.
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