The young man still looked flustered, even a little anxious.
He looked at the small house nearby again and again, his eyes anxious and worried.
The words came to my lips, but I didn't know how to say them.
Only Qiao Anle could say it on his behalf.
"Fang Cheng, are you worried that Song Lingdang will be sad after hearing these things?"
Qiao Anle's words immediately hit Fang Cheng's heart hard.
Fang Cheng nodded hurriedly and vigorously.
"That's right! Sister-in-law, it's just like you said! I'm afraid she'll be sad, and I'm also afraid she'll do something stupid. But she's been alone in the room... I'm a grown man, and I'm embarrassed to go in directly."
With these words, Fang Cheng finally said out everything he wanted to say but didn't dare to say.
He urged urgently.
"Sister-in-law, please go in and take a look. I don't know how she is now."
Qiao Anle had already felt Fang Cheng's excessive concern for Song Lingdang.
This is definitely not because Song Lingdang had the same experience as Fang Cheng's mother.
This deep feeling.
There are definitely more secrets hidden.
Qiao Anle had some guesses in her mind, and she also wanted to catch Fang Cheng and ask him clearly.
But right now.
Qiao Anle was as worried as Fang Cheng when he arrived.
so……
never mind.
Let Fang Cheng hide the little secret in his heart for the time being, and don't expose him at this time.
Qiao Anle chose to let Fang Cheng go.
Then, under the young man's anxious and eager gaze, she walked into a small room nearby.
…
When Qiao Anle walked in.
She had some guesses in her mind.
I thought I would see Song Lingdang with tears in her eyes.
But, unexpectedly.
The small house was quiet.
There was absolutely no sound of crying.
Song Lingdang also sat on the small bed beside her as if nothing had happened.
There were many balls of colorful yarn around her, like colorful clouds, clustered around her.
Song Lingdang was holding a long knitting needle in her hand.
Slender white fingers, moving flexibly.
The knitting needle is knitting a sweater.
After Qiao Anle sent the sweater made by Song Lingdang to the tailor shop, the owner of the shop, Aunt Zhao, praised her highly.
Not only is the weaving beautiful and neat, but the patterns are also trendy and rare.
Such sweaters will definitely sell well.
There are so many family members and employees in the entire steel plant.
After the news spread, everyone knew that the new sweaters in the tailor shop were beautiful.
They all swarmed over, wanting new sweaters.
It can be said that guests come in droves.
Aunt Zhao was overwhelmed with orders and her business increased several times.
Therefore, Song Lingdang received a steady stream of jobs knitting sweaters.
During this period.
Aunt Zhao also told Song Lingdang about her salary, and the labor cost for each sweater was increased by fifty cents.
This was the first time that Song Lingdang made money with her own abilities.
I was so happy.
I’ve been busy knitting sweaters lately, but I can’t finish it…
Therefore, Song Lingdang used all her free time to knit sweaters...
Including this moment.
Song Lingdang's hands did not stop turning at all.
She just raised her head slightly and glanced at Chang'an.
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