In the early morning, the sunlight shines through the thin clouds and falls on me, turning into mottled light and shadows.
Wen Yao was squatting on the grape trellis, picking at the flowers and plants.
There was a knock on the courtyard door. Wen Yao got up to open the door and saw Juhua standing outside with a basket.
Her eyes were somewhat empty and lifeless, as if she had lost her soul.
Her face was haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, sunken cheeks, and sallow skin. It was obvious that she was severely malnourished.
Her hair was messy, as if it had not been combed for a long time, and she exuded an aura of fatigue and helplessness.
"Chrysanthemum? Is there anything wrong?" Wen Yao asked.
"Comrade Wen, I, I want you to help me make a piece of clothing," Juhua said timidly.
"Yi, come in quickly." Wen Yao opened the gate completely and invited her in.
Juhua walked into the yard and looked at the well-kept courtyard, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes.
"Comrade Wen, your yard is so beautiful," Juhua praised sincerely.
"I just said I was just messing around when I was bored."
Wen Yao brought Juhua to the guest room and asked her to sit down. She placed the sewing machine in front of the window.
She made a cup of brown sugar water for Juhua, "Juhua, drink some water first."
Juhua took the brown sugar water and her eyes widened. She looked up at Wen Yao in disbelief, "This... this is not good..."
"It's okay, drink it, it's just brown sugar water, what good is it?"
You know, during this year, brown sugar is considered a precious item, and ordinary families are not willing to use it to make water to drink.
Only wealthy families can enjoy this luxury.
Normally, brown sugar is only used as a tonic when women are giving birth to help them recover.
In addition, when distinguished guests come to visit, people will take out brown sugar to entertain them.
"Is this still a good thing?" Juhua tightly grasped the cup in her hand, with deep sadness and envy in her eyes.
She looked at Wen Yao and said with emotion: "Comrade Wen, Captain Huo must love you very much!"
Juhua thought of her mother-in-law, Tian Zhaodi, who was a strong and powerful person and had absolute authority at home.
But Chrysanthemum herself had no say, not even the right to speak.
Her husband always asks her to be patient and never cares about her feelings.
Thinking of this, Juhua couldn't help feeling sad.
She recalled that during her confinement period, she had never even tasted a sip of red sugar water.
However, now when I come to Wen Yao's house, I can enjoy this delicacy at will.
This made her full of envy towards Wen Yao.
In fact, Wen Yaotai is a person who can comfort others. She also knows that one should not advise others to do good without experiencing their suffering.
"Chrysanthemum, are you going to make clothes? Are you making them for yourself?" Wen Yao quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, I want to make a dress for my daughter. It's cold." Juhua drank the brown sugar water in the cup and put down the cup and said.
She took out a piece of cloth from the basket and handed it to Wen Yao.
Wen Yao took the piece of cloth and knew at a glance that it had been kept for a long time before being used. The cloth gave off a faint musty smell.
The fabric is of a hard texture and navy blue in color, which is really suitable for making clothes for children.
Wen Yao looked at the piece of cloth, and her heart was moved.
She remembered that she had some spare cotton fabrics that were brightly colored and soft, perfect for the child.
So she smiled and said to Chrysanthemum, "Chrysanthemum, I have some cotton cloth here, which is much better than yours. It is perfect for making clothes for the child. You can use it!"
Juhua looked at Wen Yao in surprise and waved her hands quickly, saying, "How can this be? Comrade Wen, I can't take your things."
Wen Yao held Juhua's hand and said sincerely, "Take them. They are all valuable things. Make a beautiful dress for your child, and your child will be happy to wear it."
Juhua's eyes were moved to tears. She nodded and took the cotton cloth that Wen Yao handed to her.
"Thank you, Comrade Wen. You are such a good person." Juhua felt warm in her heart. She felt that she had met a truly kind person today.
Juhua borrowed Wen Yao's sewing machine and quickly made a double-breasted jacket.
Wen Yao was amazed by the comparison, "Chrysanthemum, your craftsmanship in making clothes is amazing, the lines are neat, the stitches are fine, I can't even pick out a little flaw, you are really skillful!"
Juhua felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and blushed, "It's not as good as you say. Thank you for today."
After she finished speaking, she took away the towel covering the basket and found two eggs inside.
"Comrade Wen, I don't have any money, I only have these eggs, I hope you won't give up"
As she spoke, she handed the basket to Wen Yao.
Wen Yao quickly refused when he saw this. "No, they are all from the same neighborhood. We should help each other. Take the eggs back and give them to your child to nourish his body!"
"Oh, Comrade Wen, just accept it. I have no nerve to accept your fabric even if you accept it."
"The cloth was originally just some extra scraps. You can discard it if you like. You can take the egg back, otherwise you will have to ask me for help again in the future." Wen Yao deliberately frowned.
Juhua had no choice but to take back the basket. "Well, Comrade Wen, if you need any help in the future, just let me know."
"Okay, then I will be polite to you!" Wen Yao said with a smile.
The two chatted for a while, and then Juhua left Wen Yao's house.
Looking at Juhua's departing back, Wen Yao couldn't help but sigh at what it means that men are afraid of choosing the wrong career and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man!
Jiang Yu would get up these past few days because he was too tired the night before, and he never went to run with Wen Yao again.
Wen Yao, however, insisted on running around her yard to exercise.
She has been in the family compound for a month, and she hasn't seen her brother Wen Yichen for a month.
The night after she got married and returned to her parents' home, her brother was picked up by a car sent by the army to carry out a mission.
In the kitchen, Wen Yao propped up his head and looked at the fire burning in the stove.
"Yaoyao, you're almost in trouble, what are you daydreaming about?"
Jiang Yu walked into Wen Yao's yard and saw smoke coming out of the kitchen, so he knew she was cooking.
When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Wen Yao sitting on the stove with her head propped up in anger. The fire in the stove had burned out. If she had been discovered in time, she would have fallen on top and ignited the other firewood.
Seeing this, she hurriedly pushed Wen Yao, then snatched the fire tongs from Wen Yao's hand and put the fire into the stove.
"What are you thinking about that makes you so obsessed?" Jiang Yu asked.
"Nothing, I just wonder why my brother hasn't come back yet," Wen Yao replied.
"Oh, I envy you and your brother."
"You also have a younger brother," Wen Yao replied.
"녦I like my brother"
As the two were talking, they heard Fan Ting shouting in the yard, "Yaoyao, it's okay! Something happened!"
Wen Yao and Jiang Yu were shocked when she heard this. She quickly put out the fire in the stove and walked out of the kitchen.
"Fanting, what's wrong? What happened?" Wen Yao asked as he walked.
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