"Can you call me Zhizhi? I want to hear you call me Zhizhi."
Weaving...
Han Qingrang's heart shook again, very violently, even more violently than before.
He rested his forehead against hers and called out tenderly, "Zhizhi..."
Zhiyun almost cried.
It has been a really long time since I heard him call me to knit.
He seemed to be addicted to calling it, and particularly liked this name, "Zhizhi...Zhizhi..."
"Zhizhi..."
"My, Zhizhi..."
The last 'ah' was accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction.
From today on, Zhiyun was happier than ever before, especially in front of Han Qingrang.
After retrieving the beads, Zhiyun went to buy a red rope and returned to the B&B to continue weaving.
Afternoon time is always so beautiful.
On the balcony, the breeze blew gently. Under the large parasol, there were two retractable chairs and a table with fruits and a big watermelon on it.
When you feel the cloud weaving is almost done, open the box.
It was a crimson velvet box. When it was opened, two very transparent beads lay inside.
Ice jade is worthy of its name. It becomes even more beautiful after being made into beads.
Zhiyun took one in her hand. It was cold and had a hole in it.
She didn't need to explain to Grandpa Chao Sheng. It was as if Grandpa Chao Sheng had the ability to read her mind. He understood her thoughts and knew approximately what size beads she wanted.
Zhiyun was extremely satisfied with the two ice-type pearls. She put one on first and continued to weave. When she was almost done, she put on another one. The red rope matched the ice-type pearls, and the color was super beautiful.
Of course, it is the ice type that makes this bracelet so beautiful.
"Doctor Han, give me your hand."
Han Qingrang stretched out his hand.
Every time she saw his hands, Zhiyun couldn't help but stare at them for a long time. His hands were so perfect.
She put the red string around his wrist. The red, the ice color, and his skin color formed a very sharp contrast. Zhiyun held the red string around his wrist with one hand, wondering if she would loosen it. She rested her other arm on the table, her palm supporting her chin, and said, "It looks good. My craftsmanship is pretty good."
"Baby."
"Call me Zhizhi."
"Weave."
"Um."
Han Qingrang stared at the red string on his wrist, which had two ice-type stones, and said the truth: "It's a bit ugly."
Zhiyun: “…”
ugly……? ? ?
What's ugly about it!
What vision!
Zhiyun was deeply shocked!
It was just that this was the first time she made a proper gift for him, and he actually thought it was ugly!
Zhiyun retracted her hand and held the red rope in her own hand, "You said you would take it, what's so ugly about it?"
Han Qingrang smiled slightly, staring at the half-revealed red string she held in her hand. "It's indeed a bit ugly. Why don't you weave it for me? I won't mind."
Zhiyun was stunned at first, then she understood.
He had never realized that she had made this bracelet for him!
Maybe it was because of the color of the bracelet, and she kept fiddling with it and never said that the bracelet was for him. She just let him try it a few times, but Han Qingrang still didn't dare to think that the bracelet was for him.
"Zhizhi, if you give it to me, I will be able to discover its beauty." Han Qingrang persuaded her kindly.
"Tsk..." Zhiyun laughed out loud, holding her chin with her hand, watching him lie to the child, "What if I say that this red string was originally made for you?"
“…”
He was almost unresponsive, staring at her without blinking.
He really looks like a fool.
Zhiyun was amused by his look again, "I was just kidding."
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