Meng Zhiyu sat in the yard, holding wool and two new chopsticks, and followed Li Tingman step by step to learn how to knit a scarf.
She felt that no matter how expensive the gift was, it could not express her love better than a gift made by herself. Her grandparents loved her sincerely, and their birthdays were coming soon.
Although the two of them did not have the same birthday, they were born in the same month. Grandpa thought it was troublesome and simply celebrated their birthdays together to save trouble.
After receiving the letter, Meng Zhiyu thought about it and finally decided to make some clothes for the two of them by herself. She had only learned half of how to make clothes, and she was okay at making single clothes, but she had no confidence at all in making clothes with cotton.
Thinking of the scarf Zhou Songbai gave her, she decided to knit something with wool.
"Sister Tingman, please slow down. I didn't see clearly how you did the last part." Meng Zhiyu wished she had eight hands to take care of the child. Even though Li Tingman had slowed down, her eyes still couldn't keep up with her hands, and her hands kept up but her eyes were too busy.
Looking at Meng Zhiyu who was scratching his head, Li Tingman said worriedly, "Then I'll show you how to do it. Watch carefully."
Hearing that Meng Zhiyu was not interested in learning to knit scarves and sweaters, Li Tingman also became interested. Mao Xin bought some and started to work on it enthusiastically, but he didn't expect that Meng Zhiyu seemed to have no talent in this matter.
Li Qingqing sat aside, knitting a scarf quickly with her fingers. She and Meng Zhiyu started learning at the same time, but the other one had already become a master, but she hadn't yet.
"Zhiyu, don't worry. If you still can't learn it after I finish knitting this scarf, I'll teach you."
Meng Zhiyu looked at her nimble fingers with envy, then stumbled over and untied the wrong parts and started over.
Meng Zhiyu was busy working and sweating profusely. When Li Tingmannaxin was about to win, Meng Zhiyu finally learned it. Mu Ziwei, who was watching from the side, also breathed a sigh of relief for her.
"Sister Zhiyu, if you can't learn it, I can't help but do it for you."
Meng Zhiyu pretended not to hear and lowered her head to happily knit a scarf.
"Knowing fish."
Several people looked up and saw Zhou Songbai standing at the back door. Mu Ziwei said loudly, "Brother Zhou, don't stand at the door, come in."
Zhou Songbai didn't hesitate and walked in carrying a small basket. Meng Zhiyu saw what was sticking out of the basket, smiled, and pulled out a bench for him to sit on.
"Do you like it?" Zhou Songbai put the basket in front of Meng Zhiyu and looked at her expectantly.
Meng Zhiyu flipped through the large bouquet of lifelike flowers in the basket and nodded happily, "I like it."
It is woven very carefully. If the right paint is found to color it, I am afraid it will be difficult to tell whether it is real or fake.
Seeing that she really liked it, Zhou Songbai breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you like it. When the flowers bloom next year, I'll pick real flowers for you."
Li Tingman and the other two looked at the delicate flowers in amazement, "Did you weave this yourself?"
Li Qingqing and Li Tingman were impressed by Zhou Songbai's affirmative answer, and were also happy for Meng Zhiyu. Mu Ziwei poured him a glass of water and said, "I didn't expect that you, who are usually taciturn, are so good at pleasing girls. Why do I hear that you are so cold and indifferent to the other girls in the team?"
Zhou Songbai took the teacup and thanked him. "I just don't have much to say, not that I'm a talkative person. Besides, the others don't have much to do with me and I'm not familiar with them, so why should I be so enthusiastic towards them?"
Zhou Songbai's words were not polite at all. Saying this in front of Zhiyu was obviously a provocation, so he naturally wanted to "eradicate the problem completely."
Meng Zhiyu continued to knit the scarf, but she kept her ears perked up to listen to their conversation.
Zhou Songbai took a sip of water to moisten his dry throat and lowered his voice, "Stay away from that educated youth named Zhao Shuanglian in your front yard. Don't get too close to her."
Meng Zhiyu looked up at him, "What happened to her?"
The other three people also waited quietly for his answer, and they all felt that it would definitely not be a good thing.
"On my way here, I saw her squatting and vomiting." Zhou Songbai poured himself a glass of water. "I don't know who in the village had stewed meat. It smelled delicious when I passed by."
Meng Zhiyu wasn't really a teenage girl, and she'd read a lot of TV dramas and novels. As a seasoned bookworm, the first thing she thought of when a woman vomited was that she was pregnant. "You mean to suspect her..."
Li Tingman, a former mother herself, naturally understood what Meng Zhiyu hadn't said. Mu Ziwei wasn't some innocent boy either. "Why would you think that? Maybe she has a stomachache."
Li Qingqing didn't quite understand what they were talking about, but she didn't ask. She would find out after listening anyway.
"I've seen her and that Li Ming more than once before, in the back mountains..." Zhou Songbai paused, trying to find the right words in his mind, "fighting in the bushes in the back mountains."
Mu Ziwei perked up, half of his body leaning towards Zhou Songbai with his body pressed against the wooden table. "Oh, did you see what they did?"
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