Zeng Wenjuan took out the cloth and cotton for making new clothes from the closet and went to the study, which had a large space and good light, just right for making clothes.
"Goudan has grown a lot taller and heavier recently, so we have to wait until he finishes playing and comes back to measure his height before we can make it. Then I'll help you first!" Zeng Wenjuan said, while gesturing on Zhao Jianguo's body while holding the cloth.
"It's better to wear something festive during the New Year. I'll make you a dark red Zhongshan suit! It won't be too cold during the New Year."
Zhao Jianguo looked at the cloth in Zeng Wenjuan's hand and asked, "What color cloth do you want? I feel like I'm not suitable for such a bright color."
"I will just make a pair of dark red trousers and a light blue cotton jacket on the outside, which will make it convenient for me to work when the time comes." After hearing what Zhao Jianguo said, Zeng Wenjuan took the cloth and tried it on herself.
"Okay, you make it for yourself first. I have clothes and I'm not in a hurry. I see you don't have many sets of clothes, so you can make a few more for yourself." Zhao Jianguo said with some heartache when he knew that Zeng Wenjuan only had two sets of clothes to change.
Zeng Wenjuan heard that Zhao Jianguo cared about her, and smiled: "It's fine as long as it's enough to wear. There are only so many styles of clothes, so it's fine like this."
"But I don't want you to suffer any injustice." Zhao Jianguo's bloodshot eyes were full of heartache when he looked at Zeng Wenjuan. Compared with other families' wives, Zeng Wenjuan seemed to have suffered too much.
Zeng Wenjuan looked up and understood Zhao Jianguo's thoughts. She smiled and shook her head calmly: "I don't feel wronged. We are a family together, so it's fine no matter what happens."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade Zeng Wenjuan, Zhao Jianguo had his own thoughts in mind. He said nothing more, and Zeng Wenjuan took a tape measure and began to measure Zhao Jianguo's body.
"You seem to be a little stronger than you were two years ago. Fortunately, I measured you first. Otherwise, if I had made it according to the previous size, the clothes would be too small."
Zhao Jianguo's heart skipped a beat when he heard Zeng Wenjuan's words. Could it be that his wife didn't like his figure? He didn't want to be disliked, so he immediately explained: "Maybe I've been recuperating at home for a while, eating the tonic you stewed for me every day, and I'm too happy, so I've gained some weight."
Afterwards, Zhao Jianguo did not hear Zeng Yujuan's answer, so he added: "Wait until my leg injury is healed. Exercise, and then I can lose weight."
"There's no rush. I've measured your size. Please help me get the scissors. I'll cut the fabric first." Zeng Wenjuan stretched out her hand and said to Zhao Jianguo.
Zhao Jianguo turned his head and saw a pair of scissors specially used for tailoring on the table. He picked up the scissors and handed the handle to Zeng Wenjuan.
Zeng Wenjuan had already thought about how to cut the fabric when she saw it, and she started cutting the fabric as soon as she got the scissors.
After that, Zeng Wenjuan started looking for needles and thread. She used thread of the same color as the fabric, threaded the needle, and began to sew the cut fabric together.
Zhao Jianguo looked at Zeng Wenjuan, who was sewing with her head down, stitch by stitch, with dense stitches. He said, "Why don't we buy a sewing machine? Didn't you also give me a sewing ticket before?"
"That's great, but now you have to queue up for sewing machines and they're not easy to buy. I went to the supply and marketing cooperative several times before and didn't find any." Zeng Wenjuan looked up at Zhao Jianguo after hearing what he said.
"It's okay, give me the sewing machine ticket later and I'll ask someone to help buy it. Some of my comrades are on missions in other places, so it will be more convenient for me to buy some things there." As soldiers, they always have special conveniences in some places.
Zeng Wenjuan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait a moment and go get the sewing ticket for you."
The two chatted casually, and Zeng Wenjuan also sewed the shirt while they were talking. She gave it to Zhao Jianguo and said, "Try it first. If it fits, I will sew it again to prevent it from falling off."
Zhao Jianguo used the excuse of discussing the matter to praise the dress, tried it on, and looked at the mirror beside him. For the time being, he praised: "This dress is indeed very suitable for me. I don't know if it is right? Because this is the dress you made for me, Wenjuan, it feels different when I put it on."
Zeng Wenjuan was a little shy, and smiled sheepishly and said, "It's not as good as you say. This dress is of course a good fit according to your size. Try moving your hand around, and if it's tight, I'll loosen it up a little."
Zhao Jianguo moved around obediently, then took off his coat and said to Zeng Wenjuan, "This coat fits me well. It doesn't hurt when I move around so much."
Zeng Wenjuan took the clothes and started to sew them again to prevent the thread from falling off at the back. After the top was sewn, Zeng Wenjuan took the clothes in her hands and looked at them from left to right, feeling that they were a bit monotonous.
"Let me embroider some wisteria flowers on your clothes. This way it won't look monotonous and will look nice."
"Okay, as long as you feel good about it." Zhao Jianguo didn't care about what he wore. He would wear whatever Zeng Wenjuan made.
Zeng Wenjuan changed the color of thread and began to sew patterns on the clothes. Wisteria flowers are small and scattered, connected in strings. Embroidery requires very delicate skills to complete.
Zeng Wenjuan has been able to do embroidery since she was a child. Later, she learned from an old lady and her skills became even better.
"Wenjuan, I remember that you have liked wisteria since you were a child. You also knew how to embroider before. But you lost it when you were 3 years old. Can you still remember the memories of the years before that?" Zhao Jianguo asked Zeng Wenjuan after thinking about this.
Zeng Wenjuan thought for a long time, but she had no memory at all. She shook her head: "I can't remember it, I can't remember it at all. I have tried to think about it over the years, but I have no memory of anything."
"It's okay if you can't remember. We're fine the way it is now. I'm just asking casually, don't take it to heart." Zhao Jianguo was afraid that Zeng Wenjuan would feel burdened, so he quickly comforted her.
"I have always wanted to get back my memories of those years. I don't know what happened." Zeng Wenjuan really wanted to know. But she couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.
Zhao Jianguo noticed Zeng Wenjuan's uneasiness. He put his hand on the back of Zeng Wenjuan's hand, patted it gently twice, and tried to comfort her.
"No matter what, Goudan and I will always be by your side. No matter what happens, I will be there to protect you, don't think too much."
Zeng Wenjuan raised her head and looked at Zhao Jianguo, revealing a sweet smile: "I know. Our family will be together happily forever. I can't remember what happened in the past few years, so I won't think about it anymore."
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