"Can you take a break? Stop moving around all the time?" Zhong Mingwei reluctantly grabbed her hand and put it down. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and carefully wiped the sticky sweat off her hand. He said softly, "I'm not dizzy and I don't have a fever."
"Oh." Ah Chou finally felt relieved, but when she saw her hand being held by Zhong Mingwei, Ah Chou's face suddenly turned red all the way to her neck. She shyly pulled her hand away, put her hands behind her back, and whispered, "Zhong Mingwei, we can finally get some sun, are you happy?"
"Happy." Zhong Mingwei nodded honestly. He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun that had completely hidden in the clouds. After a while, he sighed with vicissitudes of life. "It's been eight months. I haven't seen the sun."
"Eight months?" Ah Chou was startled. Then he lowered his voice and leaned over to ask. "When you were in the clan house, how did they...how did they treat you? Did they also keep you locked up? Didn't they...didn't they let you out?"
Zhong Mingwei looked at her nervous face. Suddenly, he pursed his lips and smiled. He stretched out his hand to rub Ah Chou's messy hair and said with a smile: "I won't tell you."
Ah Chou looked at the fine wrinkles on his eyes. Suddenly, she remembered the pair of charming peach blossom eyes in the past. Her nose suddenly felt sore, and she lowered her head hurriedly: "Then don't tell me, and don't tell me in the future."
Yes, don’t tell me how much suffering you have endured, don’t tell me at all.
You don't know how much I feel sad.
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Zhong Mingwei was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and Achou took out the sewing basket to do embroidery. She also moved a small table and a small round stool out of the kitchen. She made a large bowl of jasmine tea for Zhong Mingwei and poured herself a large bowl of boiled water. The table was too small, and the two large bowls of tea were already full. Then there was no place to put the sewing basket. Achou was reluctant to put the sewing basket on the ground. When she was hesitating whether to move out a stool, she saw Zhong Mingwei reached out to take the sewing basket and put it on his lap.
"Thank you!" Ah Chou smiled at him, then sat on the small round stool and began to embroider.
Three have been embroidered. Now Achou is embroidering mandarin ducks playing in the water. Mandarin ducks playing in the water is the most difficult to embroider among the four patterns, so Achou put it at the end.
Zhong Mingwei's eyes followed Ah Chou's hands all the time. Although Ah Chou didn't look up, he could feel Zhong Mingwei's gaze. He felt a little embarrassed. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his hands. Ah Chou was afraid that the silk thread would be stained, so he took a handkerchief to wipe the sweat. He muttered to Zhong Mingwei: "Why do you keep looking at me embroidering?"
"Look at how well you embroider." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
Zhong Mingwei was telling the truth. Achou's embroidery skills were really good. Especially for someone with such a carefree and impetuous personality, it was really unexpected that she could have the patience to embroider.
"Hehe, I told you early on that my embroidery skills are good enough to be accepted into the Needlework Bureau. I am very clever and deft," Ah Chou was a little proud. He immediately picked up the needle and continued to embroider flexibly. At the same time, he said to Zhong Mingwei, "After I finish embroidering this one, I will buy some cloth to make clothes for you."
"What clothes do you want to make for me?" Zhong Mingwei frowned. "I already have clothes to wear. Didn't you wash and dry all my clothes? Just find them and wear them."
"But some clothes are covered in mildew, and no matter how hard you wash, it won't come off," Ah Chou whispered, glancing at the moon-white silk outer garment on Zhong Mingwei. The material was good, but the mildew stain on the collar really annoyed Ah Chou. "I'll make you two more. It's getting cold, so it's time to add more clothes."
"I don't need it. If I need more clothes, I'll buy them for you." Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's washed-out outer garment, feeling suffocated. When he looked away and saw her open-toed shoes, he became even more annoyed. "Buy two more pairs of shoes."
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