Chapter 217: Being too soft-hearted is not good, you will be bullied
Jiang Rou was not at all surprised when she heard Song Qingqian's refusal.
After all, she was a young lady who had been arrogant for half her life. Even the most luxurious cocktail parties might not be able to invite Song Qingqian to dance with her, let alone such an ordinary cultural and artistic evening party for military and civilian gatherings.
Jiang Rou was not anxious at all.
She sat contentedly on a chair, holding a washed Sanhua plum in her hand, and took a bite, making a crunching sound.
The plums are crispy, with a emerald green exterior and red flesh.
My mouth is full of juice, all of it is sour.
Jiang Rou exchanged these Sanhua plums with the villagers for two eggs.
Just picked from the tree early in the morning, it is fresh and juicy, even sourer than sour mulberries.
Really tasty.
I can go get some more tomorrow and send it to Lin Yulan. She must like sour food.
But Jiang Rou didn't love him that much because she wasn't pregnant.
Her face wrinkled up from the sourness, her mouth was full of saliva, and she spoke with a hissing breath.
"Qingqian, if you don't want to go on stage with me, I will be alone. What if I don't sing well and everyone laughs at me? How embarrassing!"
The sour taste made Jiang Rou's voice sound soft and pitiful when she spoke.
Song Qingqian turned her head to look at her, and happened to see Jiang Rou wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
I know very well that this person will definitely not cry, and will not shed tears miserably over such a small thing.
But looking at Jiang Rou wiping her eyes, she looked really pitiful.
Song Qingqian pursed the corners of her mouth unnaturally.
She slowed down her tone and said, "Besides me, you can also find other people to join you. There are so many sisters-in-law in the compound. They will definitely be happy to sing on stage with you."
While talking.
Song Qingqian glanced at the other person in the room with the corner of her eye.
That's right.
At this time, there were not only Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian in the room.
There is a third person.
That is Zhao Guifen, who is always at the forefront of eating melons.
When they went hiking before, Zhao Guifen made an appointment with Song Qingqian to learn sewing and make clothes at the same time.
It has been a few days since I came to Song Qingqian's house to learn skills from him.
Zhao Guifen has clumsy hands and has been learning for a long time, but she has only just started using the sewing machine.
She stepped on the pedals, not daring to use too much force.
The greater the strength, the faster the sewing speed. If the hand is tilted, the fabric will go slanted.
At that time, the slanted wiring will have to be removed bit by bit.
Zhao Guifen has suffered a lot from this. Removing stitches takes time and energy, and if you are not careful, the fabric will be torn.
She struggled back and forth, and finally Song Qingqian couldn't stand it anymore, so he helped her to remove the crooked lines and let her continue.
Only then did Zhao Guifen breathe a sigh of relief.
Sewing machines are good, but they require only ingenuity and are difficult to learn.
Zhao Guifen learned from experience. She used all her strength to control the brute force on her hands and feet. She absolutely could not use any force on her big feet.
"Slow down, slow down... take your time, don't be impatient..."
Zhao Guifen kept muttering to herself as if she were reciting a magic formula.
The clacking sound of the sewing machine never stopped.
In such a situation, Zhao Guifen had no time to listen to what Jiang Rou and Song Qingqian said. Party or not, nothing was more important than the clothes in her hands.
In the end, it was Jiang Rou who spoke up and asked a question.
"Sister Guifen, would you like to sing on stage with me?"
"What?"
Zhao Guifen responded first, stopped the sewing machine in her hand, and then turned around to ask Jiang Rou.
"Sister Rou, what did you say just now? I was so busy operating the sewing machine that I didn't hear it at all. Can you please say it again?"
Jiang Rou therefore recounted what had happened previously.
When Zhao Guifen heard this, he immediately waved his hands hurriedly, and then asked whether he recognized the three consecutive sentences.
"No, no, no, I'm such a rough man, how can I sing? If I go on stage, I can only shout and then dance the Yangko. In my hometown village, the most lively thing during the New Year and other festivals is dancing the Yangko. If you want to see it, I can perform one now. But I've given birth to two children and I'm too fat. Dancing the Yangko looks like I'm dancing my buttocks, which is really not very pretty."
Twisting...big ass?!
This was probably the first time Song Qingqian heard these three words in his life.
Is it okay to say such things all the time?
Song Qingqian looked at Zhao Guifen's heroic appearance, and her inner worldview was somewhat impacted.
Right after.
She heard another sentence coming faintly to her.
"Qingqian, do you want to watch me and Sister Guifen doing some hip flexing?"
Jiang Rou was there again, speaking in a pitiful voice.
Song Qingqian really wanted to reach out and cover her mouth. What the hell, how could she have no shame!
And a scene subconsciously emerged in her mind.
That was the scene where Jiang Rou and Zhao Guifen were standing on a wooden platform, holding a red ribbon in their hands and twisting their buttocks together.
It really is... not very pretty.
Song Qingqian's heart was shaken a little bit.
All these inner emotions also appeared on her face.
Jiang Rou, who was standing aside, seized the opportunity and continued speaking.
"Qingqian, you are the only one who is the most suitable candidate in the entire compound. If you don't want to, then I will have to go on stage alone. Anyway, if it is really embarrassing, it will only be me who will lose face."
Hearing this, the aroma of the tea almost overflowed.
But this point, however, hit Song Qingqian's weak spot.
She looks arrogant and cold, but she is actually very soft-hearted.
Song Qingqian agreed helplessly, "Okay. Isn't it okay for me to promise you?"
When Jiang Rou heard this, she immediately smiled brilliantly, without a trace of fragility or haggardness in her eyes.
She picked up the plum and took another bite. It was crispy and sour.
Very sour!
Jiang Rou had just calmed down when Zhao Guifen started shouting again.
"Qingqian sister, Qingqian sister! Oops! The string is broken again. My... it's all my fault for chopping wood. I used too much strength in my hands and broke the string again. I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay. Stop for a moment and I'll thread the needle."
Song Qingqian asked Zhao Guifen to stand up first, then she sat in front of the sewing machine and began to adjust it.
Sewing machines are divided into visible thread and hidden thread. The hidden thread is simpler, it is a machine shuttle, once it is installed, it can be used for a long time.
The obvious ones on the machines are much more complicated.
You need to insert it into the right position from the right side of the machine in a certain order, wind the thread through little by little, and finally pass it through the sewing needle.
In the meantime, every step must be correct.
One wrong step and the sewing machine won't work.
Zhao Guifen learned it several times but still couldn't remember the steps, and Song Qingqian had to remind her every time.
But her hands are so strong that she can easily break the thread if she is not careful.
Once it breaks, you need to rethread it.
Zhao Guifen even blushed for herself. How could she be so stupid?
If it were her, if she met someone so stupid who could never learn anything, she would definitely lose her temper and become impatient.
However, Song Qingqian remained very stable throughout the whole process and did not complain about the trouble caused by Zhao Guifen at all.
Most of the day.
Zhao Guifen and Song Qingqian had a deeper contact and couldn't help but sigh.
"Sister Qingqian, you look cold and difficult to get along with, but I never thought you were a soft-hearted person. But it's not good to be too soft-hearted, or you'll be bullied."
Song Qingqian's hand, which was pulling the string, stopped moving.
And behind them.
Cough cough cough!
When Jiang Rou was eating a plum, she was accidentally bitten by the plum pit and started coughing.
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Song Qingqian: Am I soft-hearted?
Jiang Rou: I bully people?
Zhao Guifen: Am I telling the truth again?