No matter how hard Yu Qian betrayed her conscience, she couldn't express her happiness in front of this ball of thread that seemed to be tied with countless knots.
Seeing Yu Qian's silent response, Jiang Zheng became angry, "Yu Qian, I wove this with my own hands, and you dare to dislike it. Look, my hand is bleeding."
Yu Qian really wanted to know how hard Jiang Zheng had to poke himself to bleed because the sweater needles were so bald.
She swallowed, and asked with some difficulty: "Why did you think of knitting a scarf for me?"
There are so many gifts in the world, why choose one that tortures him and himself! !
"You also said that girlfriends give scarves to boyfriends. I'm not afraid that you can't knit, so I plan to knit them myself and give them to you."
Huh... The tone was aggrieved, and Yu Qian instantly felt that she was too unfeeling, but...
"How do you know I can't knit?"
"You can?"
"Yes."
The two looked at each other, only speechless.
Jiang Zheng was very skeptical for a moment, why did his girlfriend knit a scarf and why didn't he tell him that his head was going bald these two days! !
Yu Qian looked at Jiang Zheng innocently.
Which teenage girl didn't do some handwork. When she was in high school, she wove three in a row and gave them to Qi Yu.
Seeing Jiang Zheng's ferocious expression, Yu Qian hurriedly held his hand, "If you want a scarf, tell me earlier, I'll knit it for you."
This would save her the trouble of choosing gifts.
Jiang Zheng was angry, but when Yu Qian said to knit a scarf for him, he still nodded very sincerely.
Yu Qian picked up the ball of red wool, and once again thanked herself for discovering it early.
"Why don't we change our color." No one can hold back this color.
Jiang Zheng now only cares about whether he can receive the scarf, and doesn't care about the color of the scarf at all. He is very talkative and agrees to Yu Qian's request to change the color.
But he still had to keep that ball of red wool well, in case he had to practice skills in the future.
The two came to the wool shop again, and Yu Qian went straight to the thickest wool.
Nonsense, of course we need thick wool to weave a scarf, and she might have to knit a thin wool for ten days and a half months before weaving it.
After choosing wool, Jiang Zheng refused to let Yu Qian go, insisting that she knit in her room.
In the end, Yu Qian sat cross-legged on Jiang Zheng's bed and started knitting a scarf deftly. Jiang Zheng quietly took out his mobile phone and videotaped Yu Qian.
Looking at Yu Qian's concentrated figure on the phone, Jiang Zheng's whole body was almost floating.
After the recording, Jiang Zheng was very attentive to bring fruit milk, and fed them to Yu Qian's mouth.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Yu Qian was already halfway through knitting.
She rubbed her sore neck, "We'll knit the rest tomorrow."
Jiang Zheng was a little disappointed that he couldn't knit well today, but he still helped Yu Qian pinch her shoulders and fingers very attentively.
After leaving Jiang's house, it was completely dark outside, Yu Qian slipped home with some guilt, and when she entered, her mother was indeed in the living room.
"You went to Jiang Zheng again?"
Wang Hui looked helpless at her disappointing daughter.
These two are tired of being together all day long, what is this called
Although now she has also figured it out, seeing the advantages of Jiang Zheng, she thinks that it would be a good choice for Yu Qian to marry him in the future.
But Yu Qian is a girl, can't she be a little more reserved now! !
"Mom... You've been tired all day, why don't you take a rest?"
Yu Qian smirked and hugged her mother's hand. Ever since she came to this world, she liked to act like a baby to her mother more and more.
Wang Hui looked at Yu Qian who was pretending to be stupid, and sighed.
The mother and daughter talked for a while, and then went back to their rooms to sleep.
Early the next morning, Yu Qian was urged to knit a scarf.
Yu Qian, who was urged to get up early, was not happy at all, but seeing Jiang Zheng's look of anticipation, she could only comfort herself, what else could she do with the boyfriend she chose, besides pampering her.
One morning, a scarf was finally knitted.
Jiang Zheng couldn't wait to wrap the scarf around his neck, posing in various angles like a peacock.
Jiang Zheng was wearing a scarf and wanted to go out, but he thought of something. He turned around and carefully untied the scarf on the bedside, laughing from time to time.
Yu Qian didn't take it seriously when she saw his convulsions.
—
Two days later, Valentine's Day.
When Yu Qian went downstairs early in the morning, she saw Bai Qiming sitting leisurely in the living room drinking water, um, using the cup that Lin Niannian gave her.
"Good morning, Brother Ming."
"Ok."
Yu Qian pretended not to see the cup, and went to eat breakfast briskly.
Then she watched Bai Qiming drink one, two, three cups of water non-stop.
Yu Qian: "..." Could this be drinking fine nectar? If you drink like this, won't you be afraid of urgency
Yu Qian hadn't finished eating a fried dough stick when Jiang Zheng came in. The moment she saw Jiang Zheng's dress up, Yu Qian almost choked to death on the fried dough stick.
The temperature in Beijing these days has been a bit high, and it can be more than ten degrees in the morning. Even Yu Qian, who is afraid of the cold, has changed from a down jacket to a thin fleece sweater.
But on such a hot day, Jiang Zheng was still wearing a scarf, holding a thermos in his hand, and walked in with the attitude of a veteran cadre.
Jiang Zheng walked to Bai Qiming for a stroll and sat down, unscrewed the thermos cup and took a breath of hot air, "Oh, the scarf woven by this girlfriend is so warm, and the thermos cup that my girlfriend gave me, you can take it with you Carry it with you, and you can drink wolfberry tea anytime in the future.”
After speaking, he glanced at the dark blue cup in Bai Qiming's hand and said, "It's not like some cups that can only be used at home."
Yu Qian listened to Jiang Zheng showing off with a wooden face, and then watched Bai Qiming's face turn cold little by little.
Yu Qian almost knelt down for Jiang Zheng.
Please, brother, before you say these words, can you wipe the sweat off your forehead first.
Yu Qian looked at Jiang Zheng, who was covered in thin sweaters, and his forehead was already sweating. If he had to hold on there, wouldn't he be worried about heatstroke
"Jiang Zheng... don't you think it's a little hot today?"
"I'm not hot, not hot at all."
Yu Qian rubbed her temples with a headache, what the hell are these two planning
In the end, Bai Qiming went upstairs with the cup without saying a word, leaving Jiang Zheng there like a big rooster fighting for victory, complacent for a long time.
Originally, Yu Qian planned to go out with Jiang Zheng for Valentine's Day, but now that he didn't take off his scarf, she thought it's better to forget it. If this person goes out, he will definitely suffer from heat stroke.
—
Jiang Zheng was not satisfied with showing off in front of Bai Qiming. He found his younger brother, and said to his younger brother who was just in primary school, "Xiaoyi, don't you think the scarf your sister-in-law wove is very beautiful?"
"But it doesn't matter how good-looking she is, and you won't find someone who loves her boyfriend as much as your sister-in-law in the future."
Jiang Yi: "..." Has his brother gone mad while practicing the Sunflower Collection
This is not the worst.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Father Jiang came home.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw Jiang Zheng sitting in the living room wearing a scarf and holding a thermos.
Father Jiang: "..."
Jiang Zheng looked up at his father, then raised his hand to touch the scarf and said, "Dad, do you remember what day it is today?"
Father Jiang: "..." He didn't want to know.
It's a pity that Jiang Zheng just wanted to show off, and he didn't care about the audience's reaction at all. He said to himself: "A middle-aged man like you who is out of shape, tall and unattractive must have not received a Valentine's Day gift for many years. .”
"It's not like me, Xiao Yu'er knit this scarf for me after two days of knitting by hand, it's really warm—"
Father Jiang of a middle-aged man: He wants to kill this traitor.
It's a pity that before he could do anything, Jiang Zheng, who finally showed off his satisfaction, went back to the room Shi Shiran with a thermos in his hand.