Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's immature face, and heard her chirping and croaking about what she was going to do, his heart almost collapsed. He resisted so much that he didn't let himself yell out, and after a long time, he finally regained his composure. Shen Sheng asked: "How can you know how to embroider?"
"Nurse Xiang taught me," Zhong Mingwei said while lying face down. Ah Chou didn't notice anything wrong with him either. While rubbing his waist, he continued to chatter, "Xiangma used to be an embroiderer in the needlework bureau. I have been working for more than ten years, and I heard that Xiangmao's craftsmanship in the needlework bureau was one of the best. , Even the palace dresses of the Empress Dowager and Concubine Zhao. She has embroidered flowers by herself. It’s just that she has done a lot of embroidery work, and then she was dazzled and couldn’t embroider anymore. That’s why she came to our clothing bureau. She has nothing to do in her free time. From time to time, she will teach I'm an embroidery worker, hehe. I'm not bragging. My embroidery work is really no worse than the embroiderers in the needlework bureau. At the beginning, it was the mother Xiang who stopped me, otherwise I would have entered the needlework bureau. The monthly salary there I heard that it is quite high. There are three or four dollars, but I heard that the needlework bureau is too tired, and I have to suffer all day long. After a long time, my eyes will not be able to bear it... "
"Don't, don't say it." Zhong Mingwei couldn't listen anymore, he gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
"What's the matter?" Ah Chou stopped talking in a hurry, and leaned forward cautiously, looking at Zhong Mingwei's closed eyes, a little surprised, "Are you sleepy?"
"Well, I want to sleep for a while." Zhong Mingwei said.
"That's fine, you should go to sleep for a while, it happens that the sun is shining outside, you will definitely get sunburned when you go out," A Chou said, while getting up and taking off the veils, and then covering Zhong Mingwei with a blanket, she went down lightly After getting out of bed, I tucked him the blanket again, "You go to sleep first, I'm going out."
Zhong Mingwei let out an "um", his voice was very vague, as if he was about to fall asleep.
"Fall asleep so soon?" A Chou said to himself, went out with a basin, and came in again after a while, and put a bowl of brewed jasmine tea in front of the bed. place.
Zhong Mingwei sniffed the faint scent of jasmine in the air, and exhaled suddenly, as if he wanted to exhale the stuffy air accumulated in his chest, but where could he really exhale? His heart was still heavy, and when the vague sound of washing clothes came from outside, he closed his eyes again in annoyance.
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"Come on, put your arms around me," Ah Chou held Zhong Mingwei's waist with both hands, trying to make him stand up, and finally maintained his balance. Ah Chou tied the two waists together with the rope prepared in advance , "Come, hold me."
Zhong Mingwei couldn't exert any strength on his legs at all. He put his arm around A Chou's shoulder and supported the wall with the other. Because his body didn't exert any strength, his arms became extraordinarily strong, and A Chou's shoulder would be crushed. As if he was crushed, Ah Chou felt the pain, but he could hold back, fearing that Zhong Mingwei would fall, he still tightly hugged his waist with both hands.
"If your feet really can't bear it, don't force it. We can support the wall at least today." Ah Chou gasped for "wheezing" while comforting Zhong Mingwei, "My feet will be very stable and I won't let you If you fall, don't worry, just support the wall properly..."
"Who's worried about falling himself?!" Zhong Mingwei couldn't bear it anymore. He looked at Ah Chou's sweaty face and heard A Chou rambling on like this. His heart was getting annoyed to death.
It's not annoying, it's anxious, it's distressed.
A Chou was a little dazed by his sudden yelling, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't fall you, and I won't fall."
Zhong Mingwei didn't speak any more, he raised his head high and his lips were tight. After a long while, he took a few breaths, and then put his arms around Ah Chou's shoulder: "Come again."
"Okay," Ah Chou hugged Zhong Mingwei's waist again in a hurry, as if he was afraid that he would be discouraged again, "Don't rush to train your legs and feet, try to use your waist to exert strength."