In the end, those words were swallowed.
Indeed, what was there to say? It was all in the past, and I didn't want anyone to reopen my wounds. Just pretend it never happened. It was fine to quietly be admired by others.
By the time I got off work, I still hadn't knitted a satisfactory scarf.
Lu Jinghuai tugged at his hair in annoyance, glaring at his own hands, "Can't you be more capable? I asked you to knit a scarf for yourself, and you can't even fix it. Can you be of any use?"
Looking down at the dozen or so scarves in the box next to me, I felt overwhelmed.
At this moment, no matter how much you don't want to admit it, you can only accept the reality!
I really don't have the ability to do it, otherwise, out of more than ten scarves, I wouldn't have not even had one to give away!
Lu Jinghuai reached out and rubbed his temples gently. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to pick out a relatively better one!
After all, Lu Jinghuai didn't think he could knit a nice one tomorrow. What's more, he had other plans for tomorrow, so he couldn't just stop here!
Fortunately, I was able to pick out a decent one.
Facts have proved that Lu Jinghuai's worries were all unnecessary!
"I don't want it."
Song Shuran refused with a cold face, her face was as frosty as ice, without any emotion on her face, and she looked unusually calm.
However, there was still some emotional fluctuation in his eyes!
After all, if you are giving someone a gift, you should at least give them a nice scarf. Why give them a crooked one?
"You, or, that is, I think this scarf suits you very well, it is, it looks better."
Lu Jinghuai stuttered, glanced at Song Shuran, then looked down at the slightly ugly scarf in his hand, and almost threw the scarf away!
Fortunately, he clearly remembered his purpose today. He gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and stuffed the scarf directly into Song Shuran's hand!
The movements were so crisp and smooth!
Before Song Shuran could react, there was already a scarf in her hand.
"I really don't need it. Look, I have a lot of scarves, as you know. So, take it back."
It was rare to hear so many words said. Although it was a rejection, it was already a pleasant surprise for Lu Jinghuai!
However, how can you take back a gift you have given?
"It's okay, just keep the extra ones. In case you lose them someday, this scarf has a very versatile color. Well, I'll be leaving now."
Lu Jinghuai finished speaking hastily and fled immediately. His back looked so anxious as he left.
If you don’t know, you might think that there are jackals, tigers and leopards chasing you from behind.
Song Shuran raised her eyebrows, looked down at the scarf in her hand, and gently kneaded it. The wool used was all of the best quality, but what was wrong with the thread ends? They were all crooked!
She couldn't help but turn her head to look at the trash can behind her. After hesitating for a long time and rolling her eyes, she stuffed it into her bag.
However, Fu Jiu happened to see it!
"No, where did you buy this scarf? It's so ugly! Did you get scammed? Or did you not look carefully when you bought it?"
Fu Jiu was originally planning to take a document, but by chance she saw a scarf lying nearby and took it out out of curiosity.
You don’t know until you see it, and you’ll be shocked when you see it!
Song Shuran’s aesthetic taste is definitely on point, so where did this slightly ugly scarf come from?
"I picked it up from the roadside."
The harsh words fell directly, and his face began to become stiff.
Fu Jiu blinked and nodded thoughtfully. She looked over it several times and asked tentatively, "Did Lu Jinghuai send this to you after he finished weaving it?"
It was a question, but the tone of voice was affirmative!
The wool used is the best cashmere. Although the workmanship is a bit rough, it feels extremely warm and soft.
I can't help but wonder, this must be a scarf I knitted myself! Otherwise, how could it look so out of place?
Song Shuran paused for a moment, staring blankly for a long time before asking doubtfully, "Did you knit it yourself?"
"What else? I don't think these twisted scarves are popular right now. Besides, the yarn used is the best cashmere, but the weaving is not good, so it looks rough and shabby."
Fu Jiu said this calmly, with a serious expression.
On the contrary, Song Shuran just stood there in a daze, not moving at all.
I thought of many possibilities, but I never imagined that this scarf was actually made by Lu Jinghuai himself.
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