Jiang Jun was well prepared and replied calmly, "Sister Xiaomei has a colleague who's going to Shanghai. She asked if I wanted to bring some yarn back. I said I'd come back and ask you first."
Ye Qingyin turned her face towards the rattan basket on the sofa and reached out to fiddle with it. "That's quite a lot of yarn. It's okay if you don't want to buy it. Do you want to buy it?"
Jiang Jun walked to the sofa and stood opposite Ye Qingyin: "Sister Xiaomei asked me to help her knit a sweater, I want to knit a wool vest for Yuanwu, and I want to knit a scarf for myself."
Ye Qingyin saw through Jiang Jun's thoughts at a glance: "You only want to weave this little?"
Jiang Jun sighed, "I, I actually want to knit two more long scarves and a sweater for myself, but I'm really slow, so..."
For fear that plans cannot keep up with changes, it is better not to propose so many grand plans first to avoid falling into the dilemma of having high expectations but low performance.
There was a noise coming from the kitchen. It was Sister Liu busy with one hand.
Jiang Yun had an excuse to leave: "Aunt Ye, I'm going to cook first."
Ye Qingyin stopped her, "You don't have to do it. I brought it back from the cafeteria. I just finished eating. Be careful not to get any oil on your hands when you eat. It will be unpleasant if the food smells on the wool. Wash your hands with soap after eating, apply some powder, and then help me wind the ball of wool. Oh, and pay attention to your nails to see if there are any barbs or anything. If there are, use a nail file to smooth them out first."
He gave extremely detailed instructions, fearing that Jiang Yun might make a mistake.
Jiang Jun packed up everything as he was told, took a bundle of wool and stretched it on his wrists, staring at Ye Qingyin as she skillfully wound the ball of wool. After a while, he began to lose focus and his hands got stuck in the wool several times.
Ye Qingyin was displeased and tugged at the yarn a few times: "Xiao Jiang? Xiao Jiang! What are you thinking about? Where did you go with Xiao Mei today?"
"Ah? Oh! I borrowed two books from the military academy today." Jiang Jun came back to his senses. Not wanting to mention returning to the Jiang family, he tried to change the subject: "Uncle Gao asked me to translate some information and find some reference books."
Ye Qingyin seemed to understand that Jiang Jun's impatience wasn't about being tired from holding his arms up. The reprimand on the verge of her lips turned into concern: "You have to go to work, translate materials, and knit sweaters. Can you handle it?"
Those who study academic subjects are trapped in piles of information all day long and are so busy that they forget to eat and sleep.
The key point is that those who are busy knitting are all women, and it is rare to see young girls knitting with wool in their arms.
Jiang Jun hesitated for a moment and said, "Being too busy is better than having nothing to do. Besides, other people can't knit the patterns I like."
It was the yarn winding that touched Jiang Jun - the first sweater she knitted after coming to this time and space was for Jiang Yonghua. At noon, she saw the long-lost sweater in Jiang Yonghua's wardrobe.
Thinking back to when she had a big fight with Zhang Xiuying over those balls of wool, she felt Jiang Yonghua's protection for her. That was also the first time she truly felt her father's love.
She still remembers how she enthusiastically drew and counted grids on paper, calculating the patterns according to the thickness of the wool, and didn't even want to sleep at night.
The father-daughter relationship that was hard-earned was destroyed in broad daylight by the wounds on Jiang Yonghua's body!
Jiang Jun now feels angry whenever he thinks of Jiang Yonghua!
Before I knew it, my back became stiff and my arms became rigid, and I forgot to turn my wrists.
Ye Qingyin thought about the clothes and hair accessories Jiang Jun made. They were indeed fashionable and beautiful. Not to mention that they were unavailable, those styles had never been seen on the market before. Each one was unique. "What kind of pattern do you like?"
In the 1970s, Japanese sweaters with a relief-like beauty had not yet appeared. Shanghai sweaters were the epitome of fashion in people's minds. Most styles were made by knitting patterns with different colors of wool, or embroidering patterns on the sweaters like embroidery.
Hearing Ye Qingyin's question, Jiang Jun's thoughts immediately detached from his rising anger and returned to the present: "I like more three-dimensional patterns."
Jiang Yun loves Japanese sweaters the most. In her original time and space, her favorite thing was to go to the island country to purchase various wool products, such as clothes, hats, accessories, handbags, scarves and dolls. She also has two favorite wool hand-knitting designers.
Nowadays, if you can’t buy it, you can only make it yourself.
Ye Qingyin didn't understand: "What do you mean by three-dimensional patterns?"
Jiang Jun tried to explain, "It's just knitting the pattern you like without using other colors of yarn. Hmm, I don't know how to describe it. Hmm, how about I knit a wool vest for you to see?"
She felt that putting Chen Yuanwu first in everything would let Ye Qingyin see that she was capable, and she would consider Chen Yuanwu's considerations in everything. Living in the Chen family would help her get along better with Ye Qingyin.
Ye Qingyin just responded lightly, without saying anything else, and quickened the speed of winding the wire with her hands.
For some reason, Jiang Jun felt that Ye Qingyin did not like what she said to him, and there was also a kind of hidden rejection.
After observing secretly for a while, Jiang Jun's thoughts were always distracted by the events of the Jiang family, and she did not realize where Ye Qingyin's resistance to her came from.
Ye Qingyin wound five or six bundles of wool in a row before stopping: "Xiao Jiang, are you tired?"
Jiang Jun's arms were indeed tired from lifting the weights, but he still smiled and said, "I'm not tired. Do you want me to start the first circle for you?"
Ye Qingyin was thinking the same thing: "Alright! I can finish knitting the edge of the sweater tomorrow."
Jiang Yun took the knitting needles from the wicker basket, looked at the thickness of the yarn, did some mental calculations, and asked, "Is 240 stitches enough?"
"That's enough, just right!" Ye Qingyin's expression, which had just relaxed, immediately turned cold.
Jiang Jun was baffled. Why was Ye Qingyin still upset even though she'd calculated the number of needles correctly? Were all middle-aged women going through menopause, or those who had been ill at home, prone to this kind of moodiness?
So scary!
The atmosphere in the living room fell into a strange coldness again.
When Chen Zhong came back, he saw Ye Qingyin still knitting with her head down. "Old Ye, why didn't you take a break? Did you take your medicine? Are you still dizzy?"
Ye Qingyin didn't look up, her eyes fixed on the knitting needles, her hands knitting non-stop: "I'm not dizzy, I can still hold on. I want to finish knitting this sweater for Xiaofei before he goes back."
Jiang Jun, who was sitting nearby knitting a scarf, paused for a moment and finally understood why Ye Qingyin was feeling awkward that night. It turned out that she was still worried about her getting too close to Chen Yuefei!
Chen Zhong took a few glances and said, "Old Ye, Xiaofei has a fleece jacket and a new cotton-padded jacket, so he won't be cold. But you, don't get tired! It's too late, and the light isn't good. You should go and rest first. We can do it tomorrow during the day. I have something to discuss with Xiaojun."
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