Chapter 126 I Want to Eat Your Wedding Candy
His thoughts flashed through his mind and Song Qingqian was immediately startled.
It is normal for her to like children. Every girl has beautiful ideas about her future partner, marriage and family during her teenage years.
This of course includes future children.
But……
Why did she think of the child with He Donglai when she thought of the child?
You have to know that they have been sleeping in separate rooms since they got married and are not actually husband and wife.
They are not a real couple at all.
He Donglai had never had any male desire for her.
Because of this, Song Qingqian felt that their marriage was just He Donglai's revenge for the past.
But, since yesterday...
Song Qingqian's long-standing cognition was collapsing like a snow mountain.
The falling snowflakes made her world a mess.
She even thought about having a child with He Donglai.
It's really ridiculous.
Song Qingqian hurriedly suppressed the inappropriate thoughts in her mind and regained her senses.
She was in a trance.
Jiang Rou, who was standing aside, stared at her quietly.
Zhou Xiaohua in front of her also tilted her head back and looked at her with her big eyes in confusion.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Song Qingqian's face.
"Sorry, I was distracted. Go on. Next is the length of the skirt... It's about here, a little above the knee, and the length is..."
Zhou Xiaohua's data was recorded carefully.
After measuring the data, Jiang Rou waved her hand and went out to play again.
Zhou Xiaochuan and Zhou Xiaohua just discovered that if they play marbles on a cobblestone ground, the marbles will roll along the cracks between the stones, which is more fun than playing in the mud.
So the two children squatted facing each other, watching the marbles rolling around.
Indoors.
Song Qingqian opened the cloth that Jiang Rou brought and spread it neatly on the table.
She went over the sketch in her mind, then picked up the white powder and, with the help of a wooden ruler, began to draw the cutout according to the dimensions.
This step is called pattern making, and it is also the most technical skill of a tailor.
Whether the clothes fit well and are comfortable to wear depends on the craftsman's pattern-making skills.
This step cannot be taught in just a few words.
So Song Qingqian didn't think about teaching Jiang Rou, but did it herself.
The outline of the clothes gradually appeared on the pink floral fabric.
Song Qingqian lowered his head and drew, looking very focused.
At the same time, there is also immersive enjoyment.
She hasn't picked up a ruler for a long, long time, and hasn't made clothes for a long, long time.
Doing what she likes again, she felt an indescribable excitement in her heart.
At the same time.
From time to time, Song Qingqian would notice the two children outside the door out of the corner of her eye and see their backs.
Zhou Xiaohua and Zhou Xiaochuan both had a great time.
But there was no laughter.
Where there are children, there is always giggles.
But the two children in Jiang Rou's family are too quiet.
Boys are usually quiet, but little girls are chatterboxes who have endless things to say.
Why don't you say anything?
Thinking of this.
Song Qingqian suddenly realized that no sound had been made since Zhou Xiaohua appeared.
She was stunned.
The movement of the hands suddenly stopped.
Song Qingqian raised her head quickly and looked at Jiang Rou in shock.
Jiang Rou was watching intently.
Although she didn't understand how Song Qingqian calculated it, she could gradually make out the outline of the clothes.
Moreover, Song Qingqian's movements were smooth and flowing, just like when she was cooking, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
I was watching it, why did it suddenly stop?
Jiang Rou asked, "What's wrong?"
The corners of Song Qingqian's eyes twitched. She looked at the little girl outside the yard, and then looked at Jiang Rou in front of her.
She held her throat and whispered, "Xiaohua...she...is..."
——Dumb?
The word "dumb" was so cruel that Song Qingqian couldn't say it for a moment.
Jiang Rou's attitude did not show any panic due to the pain, but remained calm and composed.
She replied, "Xiaohua is not dumb. She encountered something when she was a child and has been unable to speak since then."
"Is it psychological? Or is it pathological?"
After all, Song Qingqian is a young lady who has seen the world and thinks differently from ordinary people.
"Psychologically. There are no medical facilities on the island. When Xiaohua is older and there is a chance, I want to take her to the provincial capital for a comprehensive checkup. With the help of a doctor, she will definitely be able to speak in the future."
Jiang Rou spoke confidently and firmly, without any sign of discouragement.
She even smiled, fantasizing.
"When Xiaohua can talk, she will probably chatter so much that it will be annoying."
Following Jiang Rou's words, Song Qingqian thought about that scene and couldn't help but curl his lips.
This matter should have been sad and should have been avoided.
After all, no one wants to admit that their own child is imperfect.
But Jiang Rou's attitude is completely different from that of ordinary people.
She is not afraid of being discovered, and she has great hope for the future.
Song Qingqian couldn't help but admire Jiang Rou's vigorous vitality.
She also gradually understood why the sisters-in-law in the compound liked to be with Jiang Rou and laughed so happily.
Jiang Rou has an irresistible magic.
After drawing the required pieces, the next step is to cut the fabric.
Song Qingqian's toolbox has everything.
A pair of scissors used specifically for sewing, with a long blade at the front.
With a click of the scissors, the fabric is neat and flat.
Song Qingqian was holding a pair of scissors, and the sound of clicking continued.
Jiang Rou remembered something more important at this time.
She lowered her head, moved closer, and asked softly.
"Have you asked Captain He?"
Song Qingqian's wrist trembled, and the blade of the scissors pointed in the wrong direction, almost cutting the fabric.
Fortunately, she was quick-witted and stopped the action immediately.
Only then did the fabric get saved.
but.
Just a simple sentence had already changed Song Qingqian's expression.
Jiang Rou watched this scene and saw the obvious tension on Song Qingqian's face.
Even without hearing Song Qingqian's answer, Jiang Rou already had the answer in her heart.
well……
Getting a person without a mouth to speak is even harder than getting Zhou Xiaohua to speak.
It cannot be done overnight.
really……
Song Qingqian shook her head gently.
She had tried her best last night, but the image of He Donglai retreating kept appearing in her mind.
Although Jiang Rou felt sorry about this, she was not anxious.
On the one hand, it is impossible for them to leave the island in a short period of time, and their relationship as husband and wife is unlikely to change.
On the other hand, the storm of the times under the macro environment will continue for several years.
So there is plenty of time, just take it slow.
What a pity...
"What a pity...I didn't get to eat candy today."
CP fans sighed that there was nothing to eat.
Song Qingqian was confused. What candy? Is it time to eat candy?
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Jiang Rou: I want to eat your wedding candy.