Zhou Ruilan turned around and looked back, saying, "You can't just stand here, the people behind you will talk."
As soon as Zhou Ruilan finished speaking, a chorus of voices urging Zhou Weiguang to move aside rang out from behind.
Zhou Weiguang was tall and occupied the best position in the third row, in the middle.
If he stands there, the people behind him can forget about seeing anything.
Zhou Weiguang quickly squatted down.
Zhou Ruilan: "...Are you planning to just squat like this forever?"
Zhou Weiguang: "It's nothing."
Zhou Ruilan frowned and said, "If you had said you wanted to see it earlier, we could have taken up an extra spot."
Zhou Weiguang did not speak.
Qin Hanshu turned her head to look and saw that Zhou Weiguang was squatting in the military posture, with his buttocks sitting on his right heel and his left knee not touching the ground.
Although he deliberately lowered his waist, he was already quite tall, which still obstructed the view of people behind him.
Sure enough, protests broke out again.
Qin Hanshu quickly pulled out the cushion that was under her buttocks and handed it to Zhou Weiguang.
“Brother Zhou, use a cushion to sit on the floor.”
This is a cotton pad that Qin Hanshu sewed herself; she usually uses it as a seat cushion.
After a long pause, Zhou Weiguang finally took the cushion.
Zhou Ruilan craned her neck to take a look and said with a grin, "Sister Shu, did you sew this yourself? Finally, we've discovered something you're not good at!"
The stitching on the cushion was crooked and very rough.
Qin Hanshu wasn't embarrassed and laughed, "There's nothing I can do. I sewed it very carefully, but the result is still this terrible. Some things require talent."
"It's alright!" Zhou Ruilan took her arm and said intimately, "If you need any needlework in the future, you can come to my mom. My mom can embroider too!"
"The two pairs of shoes that Aunt Zhao made for me are really good, and they are very comfortable to wear."
"Feels good, doesn't it!"
"......"
Zhou Weiguang couldn't hear anything else. He held the cushion in his hand and looked at it for a long time, a smile playing on his lips.
It's obvious that she sewed it herself.
You have such skillful hands.
Just as Zhou Weiguang was about to put the cushion under his buttocks, he remembered that the cushion seemed to have been taken out from under her buttocks.
When he first took over, he could still feel the lingering warmth of the work.
Zhou Weiguang's face instantly turned bright red.
The cushion in his hand made him feel incredibly guilty, as if he had done something shameful and unspeakable.
Should we return it to her?
How can I put it?
The cushion became a hot potato, leaving Zhou Weiguang unsure of what to do with it.
After hesitating for a while, Zhou Weiguang plopped down on the ground, holding the cushion in his hands, not daring to let his hands have too much contact with the cushion.
Zhou Ruilan was so engrossed in watching the praise from the stands that she only noticed his strange behavior much later when she turned her head casually.
"Brother, the cushion is for you to put your butt on, what are you holding it for?"
They're treating it like some precious treasure!
Zhou Ruilan's voice was a bit loud, which attracted Qin Hanshu's attention.
Both of them stared at him intently, their eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
"..." Zhou Weiguang managed to utter two words, "Block the wind."
Although Zhou Ruilan and Qin Hanshu still found it strange, they didn't ask any more questions and turned back.
Zhou Weiguang breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but turn his head past Zhou Ruilan to look at Qin Hanshu.
With Zhou Ruilan in between, you can only see the tip of her nose.
Unexpectedly, Qin Hanshu suddenly stretched her neck and looked back, their eyes meeting directly.
Zhou Weiguang nodded calmly, then looked away with a composed expression.
Qin Hanshu pursed her lips and looked away.
The performance lasted all morning. After it ended, Zhou Ruilan took Qin Hanshu to the Zhou family home for lunch.
The two walked ahead, with Zhou Weiguang following behind, holding the cushion in his hands.
Qin Hanshu turned her head and saw it, and hurriedly said, "Brother Zhou, give me back the cushion."
Finally, Zhou Weiguang could get rid of this hot potato and quickly handed it back to Qin Hanshu.
Qin Hanshu looked up at him and asked with amusement, "Third Brother Zhou, is it really that hot in January? Look at you, all sweaty."
Zhou Weiguang immediately wiped his forehead with his sleeve and said in a deep voice, "Yes, it is a bit hot."
"Third Brother, are you hot?" Zhou Ruilan said, "Then give me your military overcoat. I feel a bit cold after coming out of the drying ground and the cool breeze blowing."
Zhou Weiguang: "...Okay."
Zhou Ruilan, wrapped in a military overcoat, asked Qin Hanshu, "Are you cold? If you are, we can wear it together."
Zhou Weiguang's military overcoat was big enough to easily shield the two of them from the wind when draped over their backs.
Zhou Ruilan didn't think much when she said that; she was only considering whether it was cold or not.
Hearing this, Zhou Weiguang, who was behind him, immediately tensed up.
He strained his ears to listen to the voices in front of him.
All that could be heard was Qin Hanshu's small voice, "I'm not cold."
He was immediately relieved, but at the same time felt inexplicably lost.
Upon arriving at the Zhou family's residence, the first thing one sees is a young woman drawing with a child of about ten years old in the courtyard.
Zhou Ruilan introduced Qin Hanshu: "This is my second sister-in-law, and this little one is my nephew, Cece."
Then, he introduced Qin Hanshu to Zhu Jingsu, "This is my sister Xiaoshu, Qin Hanshu."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jingsu finally looked at Qin Hanshu and smiled, "Hello, Comrade Qin Hanshu."
Qin Hanshu also responded politely: "Hello, Sister-in-law Zhou."
Zhu Jingsu pulled her son, who was engrossed in painting, back to reality and told him to call for help.
Zhou Ce first looked around blankly, then his eyes fell on Zhou Weiguang and Qin Hanshu standing side by side, and he called out, "Third Uncle, Third Aunt."
The room fell silent for a few seconds after he said that, and even Zhao Chunmiao, who had just come out of the kitchen, was stunned.
Zhu Jingsu was the first to react, patted her son's shoulder lightly, and said reproachfully, "This isn't Third Aunt, call her Aunt Xiao Shu."
"Oh..." Zhou Ce was also a little embarrassed and called out softly, "Aunt Xiao Shu."
Zhou Ce seemed to be a quiet and introverted child. After calling out to someone, he returned to his world of drawing.
“This child has never been very talkative since he was little,” Zhu Jingsu explained.
Qin Hanshu looked over from afar and saw that Zhou Ce was painting an oil painting, with various paints scattered all over the ground.
During this special period, being able to cultivate a child's artistic interests must indicate a family tradition of artistic learning and sufficient resources to support it.
These pigments alone are not something that ordinary people can obtain.
Qin Hanshu had heard about her second sister-in-law from Zhou Ruilan.
According to Zhou Ruilan, Zhu Jingsu had no other faults, except that he was rather aloof.
Zhu Jingsu, who is usually aloof, actually invited Qin Hanshu to come and see Zhou Ce's paintings.
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