Zhou Ruilan turned around and looked back, saying, "Then you can't stand here either. The people behind you will tell others."

As soon as Zhou Ruilan finished speaking, there were voices from behind asking Zhou Weiguang to move aside.

Zhou Weiguang was tall and his seat was in the middle of the third row where the best view was.

He's standing here, so the people behind him can forget about watching.

Zhou Weiguang squatted down quickly.

Zhou Ruilan: "...Are you going to just squat like this forever?"

Zhou Weiguang: “It’s okay.”

Zhou Ruilan frowned and said, "If you had told us earlier that you wanted to see it, we could have taken up an extra seat."

Zhou Weiguang said nothing.

Qin Hanshu tilted his head to look and saw that Zhou Weiguang was squatting in a military posture, with his buttocks sitting on his right heel and his left knee off the ground.

Although his waist was deliberately pressed down, he was originally tall and it still affected the vision of the people behind him.

Sure enough, protests started again from behind.

Qin Hanshu quickly pulled out the cushion under his butt and handed it to Zhou Weiguang.

"Brother Zhou San, put a cushion on the ground and sit down."

This is a cotton pad that Qin Hanshu sewed herself, and is usually used as a cushion.

After a long pause, Zhou Weiguang took the cushion.

Zhou Ruilan stretched her neck to take a look and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoshu, you sewed this yourself, right? I finally found something you are not good at!"

The stitching on the cushions was crooked and rough.

Qin Hanshu was not embarrassed and smiled: "I can't help it. I have sewed it very carefully, but it still looks like this. Some things require talent."

"It's okay!" Zhou Ruilan took her arm and said intimately: "If you need any needlework in the future, you can come to my mother. My mother can also embroider!"

"The two pairs of shoes Aunt Zhao made for me are really good and very comfortable to wear."

“Comfortable!”

"......"

Zhou Weiguang could not hear any other sounds. He held the cushion in his hand and looked at it for a long time, with a smile on his lips.

You can tell at a glance that she sewed it herself.

You have such a deft hand.

Just as he was about to put the cushion under his butt, Zhou Weiguang remembered that this cushion seemed to have been taken out from under her butt.

When he first took over, he still felt a little residual warmth.

Zhou Weiguang's face turned red instantly.

The cushion in his hand made him feel extremely guilty, as if he had done something shameful and humiliating.

Why don’t you give it back to her?

But what can I say?

The cushion became a hot potato, and Zhou Weiguang didn't know what to do with it.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Weiguang sat down on the ground, holding the cushion with both hands, not daring to let his hands have too much contact with the cushion.

Zhou Ruilan was so focused on the praise from the stands that it was only after a long time that she inadvertently turned her head and saw his strange movements.

"Brother, the cushion is for you to put under your buttocks, why are you holding it?"

It's like he's holding some treasure!

Zhou Ruilan's voice was a little loud, attracting Qin Hanshu's attention.

Both of them stared at him, full of curiosity and confusion.

"......" Zhou Weiguang uttered two words, "Block the wind."

Although Zhou Ruilan and Qin Hanshu still felt strange, they did not ask any more questions and turned back.

Zhou Weiguang breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but turn his head to look past Zhou Ruilan and at Qin Hanshu.

With Zhou Ruilan in between, I could only see the tip of her nose.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hanshu suddenly stretched his neck and looked back, and their eyes met.

Zhou Weiguang forced himself to nod calmly, then calmly looked away.

Qin Hanshu pursed his lips and looked away.

The performance lasted for the whole morning. After it ended, Zhou Ruilan took Qin Hanshu to Zhou's house for lunch.

Two people were walking in front, and Zhou Weiguang followed behind, holding the cushion in his hand.

Qin Hanshu turned his head and saw it, and hurriedly said, "Brother Zhou San, give the cushion back to me."

Finally able to unload this hot potato, Zhou Weiguang quickly handed it back to Qin Hanshu.

Qin Hanshu looked up at him and asked with amusement, "Brother Zhou San, is it so hot in the first month of the year? Look at your sweaty head."

Zhou Weiguang immediately wiped his forehead with his sleeve and said in a deep voice: "Well, it's a little hot."

"Third brother, are you hot?" Zhou Ruilan said, "Then let me wear your military coat. I feel a little cold after coming out of the drying yard and feeling the cool breeze."

Zhou Weiguang: "...Okay."

Zhou Ruilan wrapped herself in a military coat and asked Qin Hanshu, "Are you cold? If you are, let's wear it together."

Zhou Weiguang's military coat was big enough, so he could easily drape it behind him to block the wind for the two of them.

Zhou Ruilan said this without giving it much thought, she was only considering the question of whether it was cold or not.

Zhou Weiguang, who was behind him, heard this and suddenly became nervous.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the voices in front of him.

Only Qin Hanshu's small voice was heard, "I'm not cold."

He was immediately relieved, yet at the same time he felt inexplicably lost.

When we arrived at Zhou's house, the first thing we saw was a young woman drawing with a ten-year-old child in the yard.

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 little sister Shu, Qin Hanshu."

After hearing this, Zhu Jingsu looked straight at Qin Hanshu and said with a smile, "Comrade Qin Hanshu, hello."

Qin Hanshu also responded politely: "Hello, Mrs. Zhou Er."

Zhu Jingsu brought his son, who was immersed in painting, back to reality and asked him to call for help.

Zhou Ce first looked around blankly, then set his eyes on Zhou Weiguang and Qin Hanshu who were standing side by side, and shouted, "Third Dad, Third Mom."

After these words were spoken, the scene was silent for a few seconds; even Zhao Chunmiao, who had just come out of the kitchen, was stunned.

Zhu Jingsu was the first to react. He patted his son's shoulder and said angrily, "This is not Third Mother. Call her Aunt Xiaoshu."

"Oh..." Zhou Ce was also a little embarrassed and called out softly, "Auntie Xiaoshu."

Zhou Ce looked like a quiet and introverted child. When someone called him, he returned to his own world of painting.

"This child has never been talkative since he was young," Zhu Jingsu explained.

Qin Hanshu looked over from a distance and found that Zhou Ce was painting an oil painting with all kinds of paints scattered all over the floor.

In this special period, if one can still cultivate children's interest in art, there must be a family background in art and sufficient ability to support it.

These pigments alone are not something that ordinary people can get.

Qin Hanshu had heard about her second sister-in-law from Zhou Ruilan.

In Zhou Ruilan's words, there was nothing wrong with Zhu Jingsu, except that he was a rather cold person.

But Zhu Jingsu, who is aloof by nature, actually invited Qin Hanshu to come and see Zhou Ce's paintings.