When Xiao Ming saw the text on the phone, his eyelashes trembled slightly again. Probably because of the incident of taking the doll just now, he had become very close to Yuan Yuxue and Ajian, and at this moment he subconsciously read out the contents of the text message.
“… You did a great job. However, the doll has some damage. Please mend it within three days and place it in the main room on the first floor.”
Xiao Ming was forced to turn to the rag doll again. Looking at the tear marks on it, he looked a little embarrassed.
When Ah Jian attacked just now, the sword energy cut through the outer layer of clothing on the doll, but the damage was not serious. The most serious damage was to the original damage.
The doll's face and body had cracked in several places, revealing the fluffy white cotton inside.
It had been placed in the attic for a long time, and was covered in dust. It looked old and dilapidated. There were several threads on it, and the neck was cracked, so the head collapsed to the side. It was tattered. But now the owner asked him to mend the doll. Xiao Ming originally wanted to get rid of it as soon as he completed the task, but he didn't expect to have to look at this ugly thing for several days and nights.
Of course, there was no way he could ask Yuan Yuxue and Ajian to help him with this kind of thing, so Xiao Ming's face became slightly solemn as he accepted this fact.
After thanking the two, he prepared to try to mend the doll. Yes, Xiao Ming knew some skills in mending clothes, although his level was not very high. But for him, except that the doll was really weird and he had some resistance, Xiao Ming did not find it difficult.
He wanted to complete the task as quickly as possible, so he first cleaned the doll to make it look less gray and old. He then found some needles and thread in the toolbox in the house, and sat on the sofa, twisting the needle very carefully, pursing his lips slightly, and mending the cracked cotton thread on the doll's back.
In fact, according to the stereotype, a man sewing clothes is a very incongruous scene. However, Xiao Ming threading the needle and carefully mending clothes did not seem strange, but only showed his meticulous side.
Yuan Yuxue sat aside, watching the scene quietly.
Ah Jian looked away, a little absent-minded, and finally his eyes fell on the bright red mark on Yuan Yuxue's neck. After hesitating for a while, he said to him, "I still have some red medicine here. Do you want to apply some medicine to your wound?"
Yuan Yuxue: “…”
He paused slightly.
Yuan Yuxue would only use the magical medical supplies when her injuries were very serious. Now this mark was very slight, not to mention that Yuan Yuxue herself had no sense of pain... If Ah Jian hadn't mentioned it again, he might have forgotten about it. Naturally, she politely refused him, "No. It will heal soon."
After being politely rejected, Ajian paused for a moment as he was about to take out the red medicine, but he did not take a tough attitude.
Xiao Ming was still concentrating on sewing the doll. This task was not as scary as the previous one, so although he was still a little afraid, he was embarrassed to let Yuan Yuxue and Ajian stay with him.
Besides, both of them still had work to deal with, so Yuan Yuxue soon said goodbye first and left with the clean clothes that had been sorted out.