Su Qiao had good hearing. He turned around and glanced at Yingzi, who was mumbling to herself in a daze, and roughly understood what the little girl was thinking.
The original body had explained the reason to her before, and Aunt Wu had also hinted at it many times, but she just wanted to rush into the fire pit, and no one could stop her.
As for such ungrateful people, Su Qiao always lets them fend for themselves and bring about their own destruction.
She doesn't care if her good deeds don't get rewarded.
Of course 444 heard it too, but it was too lazy to pay attention. It only had eyes for the host, and as long as its host was fine, it didn't care about anything else.
Host, the man surnamed Wang has been taken to the police station. Do we still need to take action tonight
Su Qiao thought about it and decided to postpone the plan.
"Wait a minute."
"I'll practice for a few days first. I also need to find a way to make a nightgown. I also need to find a chance to prepare the medicine."
After dinner, it was still early, only half past four, and Auntie Wu brought a bundle of thin cloth to Su Qiao, put it on the table, and guided her hand to touch it.
"Miss, if I want to make a gauze skirt, what do you think of this material?"
"Sure." Su Qiao didn't actually need to touch them, because she had personally checked and selected these fabrics at the fabric store.
She pushed the drawing she had just drawn in front of her: "This is the design of the clothes, just follow it."
Mother Wu was shocked when she looked at the drawings in her hand.
"Miss! You are such a genius. Not only can you write your own songs and compose music, but you can also design your own clothes. And these clothes look very beautiful and gorgeous, much better than the popular ones out there."
"This is a performance costume, so it's more gorgeous." Su Qiao designed a modern evening gown with ancient elements, which is elegant and has a sense of mystery and nobility.
Yingzi stretched her neck to look at the painting in Wu Ma's hand. She was amazed and couldn't help but look at Su Qiao suspiciously: "Miss, are you really blind?"
Wu Ma frowned slightly: "What are you talking about?"
Yingzi also knew that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly waved her hands to explain: "No, no, I meant that if the young lady can draw so well even though she can't see, then wouldn't she be able to draw even better?"
Su Qiao smiled amiably: "It won't be better. I'm just used to painting, so even though I can't see now, I can still draw a rough outline. But if you really ask me to paint those landscape paintings now, I definitely can't do it."
As she spoke, she sighed heavily, gently stroked her eyes, and her face was full of helplessness: "Alas, if I want to paint casually like before, I probably won't be able to do it in this life."
"I have seen many doctors and physicians for my eyes before and have taken many medicines, but none of them worked. The doctors all said there is no possibility of recovery."
"Miss, don't be sad. Many things are determined by fate and we can't change them."
Mother Wu also felt that it was a pity that such a good girl had lost her eyesight.
But what can we do about it
She looked down at the picture in her hand and consoled him, "Besides, you've already drawn very well. There are many people who specialize in this and may not be able to draw so well."
Su Qiao nodded, but still did not look happy.
Wu Ma asked doubtfully: "Miss, do you have anything else on your mind?"
Su Qiao hesitated for a moment, "I want to get a set of recording equipment, so I can practice singing and record some songs."
Some of the songs were written by her a long time ago and need to be practiced carefully. Moreover, even if they are new songs written now, she needs to practice singing them constantly and find out the shortcomings over and over again and make improvements.
But unfortunately, she doesn't have the conditions for this.