"Miss, this flat needle is also the most basic stitch method used for sewing...... "Cui'er explained a little helplessly.

"Oh. Feng Qianyan looked at the embroidered pattern on the brocade, raised his eyebrows, and said faintly: "But, Cui'er, depending on the color, this brocade should be for men, right?

"Miss, you!" Cui'er blushed instantly, burying her head low and lower.

"Hey, hey, hey—" Feng Qianyan looked at Cui'er's shy appearance and smiled and bent his eyebrows. It seems that this little girl is really spring!

"Miss will make fun of the slave, Cui'er will ignore you!" Cui'er blushed, snatched the Jinpa from Feng Qianyan's hand and stuffed it into her arms, turned around and continued to fiddle with the half-sewn purse.

"Okay, okay, Cui'er, don't be angry. Feng Qianyan pushed Cui'er, and said with a smile, "Look, don't I care about your life's affairs! Come, tell me about the young lady, which man is it?"

"Miss!" Cui'er turned around, her face flushed, and she said angrily, "You still can't learn how to do needlework!"

"Learn, learn, let's stop talking, let's do it!" said with a smile on Cui'er's side.

Cui'er glanced at her own young lady, lost her temper, sighed, and picked up the embroidered basket.

Originally, it was said that it would only take a quarter of an hour to learn, but it turned out to be half an hour later......

Feng Qianyan looked at the silk handkerchief in his hand, which was "embroidered" with several lines of extremely messy stitches, long and short, crooked, and crooked, unable to see any lines, completely abstract! Feng Qianyan raised his eyebrows: Sure enough, he still overestimated himself!

Cui'er lowered her head and pursed her lips, trying her best to hold back a smile: It turns out that Miss also can't ......

"Forget it!" Feng Qianyan threw the silk handkerchief back to the embroidery basket, thought about it and picked it up and put it into the spirit ruin space, stood up and said, "I'm hungry! ”

In the afternoon, Feng Qianyan went to Min Qing to practice the piano as usual. A few days ago, I heard that her daughter was going to go far away, so Min Qing found the embroidery lady in the house, and hurried to prepare a few sets of new clothes.

For the first time in eight years, her daughter left her side. Although she went with Xiao Yuchen, Min Qing was still relieved, and she couldn't help but give another advice.

The wind poured into the face and responded seriously, and my heart was full of warmth. The lack of maternal love in the previous life has been doubled back in this life. Looking at Min Qing's nagging advice, Feng Qianyan remembered a poem "The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. The corners of his eyes were instantly wet.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong?" Min Qing saw the wind pouring into her eyes, tears in her eyes, and panicked.

"Mother, I'm fine. Like a child, Feng Tianyan leaned into Min Qing's arms.

Min Qing wiped the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief and asked, "Then why are you crying?"

"Mother~" Feng Tianyan wrapped his arms around Min Qing's waist and said coquettishly, "Yan Yan just thought of leaving her mother for so long, and she was a little reluctant." ”

Min Qing hugged the wind, patted her back gently, and comforted softly: "It's just a little more than a month, I'll be back soon, don't cry." ”

"Mother~~" Feng Tianyan buried his little face in Min Qing's arms and muttered.

"Huh?"

"Mother, let me hug you for a while. ”

Min Qing smiled softly and sighed softly: "Okay~ What a stupid child......"