He turned and ran before the person in the house opened the window, and was so excited that he accidentally stumbled.
This comb is not as exquisite as the ones bought outside, but the friendship inside cannot be bought with money.
It was the first time that Yang Anjin received something with special meaning from a man. His heart was pounding like a deer. He looked at it over and over again, but still refused to let go.
Being caught red-handed, Yang Anjin felt a little embarrassed. Yang Donghu was so familiar with him that there was nothing to hide. Thinking of this, he took out the comb from behind his back and said, "Someone stuffed this in front of me this morning. I looked at his back and it seemed to be..."
Yang Donghu took the comb and looked at it. It was a very common style, but the intention was good. He smiled and said, "Brother Fang Yu has a very skillful hand. It's a good omen to tie the knot with your heart."
"You, what do you want from me?" Yang Anjin took the comb back and refused to let him see it again.
"There are a lot of mosquito bites in the mountains. I thought of making a purse for Dachuan and putting some mosquito repellent herbs in it so that he can sleep more comfortably in the mountains. But I ran out of silk thread halfway through embroidering, so I wanted to borrow some from you and buy some more when I return to town." Yang Donghu said.
Yang Anjin nodded when he heard this and got up to find silk thread for him.
Not only Zhao Luochuan was sad on the mountain, there was another person too. Yang Anjin gave the silk thread to Yang Donghu, and after the man left, he took out a small piece of silk cloth from the box.
Making a purse was not a difficult task for him. He could make it in one day and give it to Zhao Fangyu openly during the Outing Festival.
The figure behind the window appeared in Yang Anjin's mind, and an unconscious smile appeared on his face.
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