Zhang Xiuyuan returned to the main room to continue mending clothes. Zhao Chuchu sat next to him and talked to him. She pretended to know nothing and casually asked a few questions about Zhao Miao.
Under the oil lamp, Zhang Xiuyuan lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes leaving a small shadow under his eyelids, and his fair and handsome profile was dyed with a warm orange halo. His slender fingers pinched the needle and sewed carefully, without raising his head as he responded to a few words.
Looking at Yuan Ge'er's appearance, Zhao Chuchu was certain that he definitely didn't like Zhao Miao, and he didn't even know that Zhao Miao liked him.
Zhao Chuchu guessed that the person who had been following them these days should be Zhao Miao. Looking at her eyes, her feelings for Yuan Ge'er were no less than hers. It was a pity that after she went on a long journey, Yuan Ge'er was taken home by her.
Although Zhao Miao concealed her feelings very well, Zhao Chuchu knew that she must be sad. But so what? Love and marriage are never based on first come first served. It can only be said that in addition to sincerity, it also depends on fate.
For example, she is destined to be with Yuan Ge'er, so even if they are separated by two time and space, she will come.
Judging from Yuan Ge'er's attitude towards Zhao Miao, he regards her as a grateful person. When the Zhang family was in trouble, it was Zhao Miao's family who extended a helping hand.
Knowing that Brother Yuan had no other feelings for Zhao Miao, Zhao Chuchu didn't mention her again. She held her face with her hands and focused on watching Zhang Xiuyuan mending under the oil lamp.
Zhang Xiuyuan was so focused on sewing that he didn't pay any attention to Zhao Chuchu until he finished. He turned his head and met her clear and burning gaze. He was stunned for a moment, and his ears turned red.
"The clothes have been mended." Zhang Xiuyuan looked away, handed the clothes to Zhao Chuchu, and put away his needle and thread.
Zhao Chuchu took the clothes and looked at them.
The stitches are so neat that if you don't look closely, you can't really see any signs of sewing.
She reached out and touched it, and her heart felt warm. These were the clothes that her husband had mended for her. How nice!
In modern times, Zhao Chuchu grew up in an orphanage. When she was a child, she wore clothes donated by others. When she grew up and earned money from working, she bought her own clothes. When the end of the world came, she was all alone. No one cared whether she ate well or slept well, and no one cared whether her clothes were torn or needed to be mended.
And Yuan Ge'er was the first person to mend her clothes.
Zhao Chuchu's eyes warmed slightly, almost to the point of tears, and she quickly blinked away. She couldn't cry. She couldn't let Yuan Ge laugh at her.
After carefully folding the clothes, Zhao Chuchu came to Zhang Xiuyuan and hugged him while he was sitting. "Brother Yuan, your cooking skills are really good. You are so virtuous. You are really my good husband. I find that I like you even more."
Zhang Xiuyuan's face was forced to sink into softness, his body was stiff, his mind was like a firework exploding, blank for a moment, his cheeks quickly became hot and flushed, he didn't even dare to breathe.
My wife, how could she...
Zhang Xiuyuan pushed Zhao Chuchu away, put away the needle and thread, and trotted back to the main house.
"It's late, I'm going back to bed."
Perhaps because he was nervous, he walked too fast. When he reached the threshold, he staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, when Zhao Chuchu went over to help him, he had already stood up and left the hall without looking back.
Zhao Chuchu looked at his fleeing back and reacted belatedly.
Wow, why is my little husband so cute?
After returning to the main house, Zhang Xiuyuan immediately took off his outer clothes and buried himself in the quilt, not daring to even show his head. He was so embarrassed that he dared not see anyone.
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