Become the favorite of the sick lady (Gl)

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"No...no need, I'll close it."

Fang Fei's eyelashes fluttered a few times quickly, and she closed them forcefully in a panic. The heat in her earlobe gradually spread out at this moment, until it stained her fair face, like a peach blossom in March in Yangchun. .

"One, two, three...Dangdang, Miss, you can open your eyes now."

Accompanied by the subtle countdown, the heat sprayed on the forehead is gone along with the medicinal fragrance, and the only thing is a clear voice that can no longer restrain joy.

Fang Fei's chest rose and fell sharply, and her tightly clenched hands slowly loosened.

"Miss?"

Facing the voice that seemed to be urging, Fang Fei took a long breath silently, and slowly opened her eyes. At first, there was a deep sense of disappointment in those black eyes, but they gradually brightened up very quickly.

"Qian'er?"

Under the clear sunlight, Lin Qian stood tall and graceful, smiling like a flower. A mahogany box was standing right in front of Fang Fei, making Lin Qian's complexion even more radiant.

"Miss is about to reach her age. Qian'er has always wanted to give her a gift, and now the present is finally ready, so please open it and have a look."

"Okay, Qian'er, you have a heart."

Fang Fei responded, her eyes swept from the mahogany box to Lin Qian, and a smile appeared on her slightly rosy face.

"Miss is so happy before seeing the gift, what if the gift doesn't suit Miss?"

Perhaps it was because the smile on Fang Fei's face was revealed by receiving a gift, so that the smile looked even more attractive to Lin Qian. After being obsessed with it for a while, Lin Qian finally teased her.

"It won't be what you want, Qian'er, you..."

Fang Fei hadn't finished speaking, but the redness on her face was even more red.

So much so that Lin Qian somehow felt a little sweeter in her heart.

"Miss, do you want to say that you will like whatever Qian'er gives you?"

There was no response to her silly supplementary words, but Lin Qian lightened her hand, and Fang Fei had already grabbed the mahogany box and held it tightly in her arms.

That appearance is like holding some kind of unique treasure.

As the sweetness in her heart grew stronger, Lin Qian couldn't help but moved closer to Fang Fei. The two stood close to each other, as if she could feel the warm breath on her skin. Her voice softened:

"Miss, open it and see what it is?"

"…Um."

This time the box was finally opened by Fang Fei.

The neatly folded bright yellow dress half-covered the rusted pattern, and was faintly haloed in the sun. Just looking at it, one could feel the sense of preciousness inexplicably.

"Qian'er, is this...a skirt?"

Fang Fei stared at the dress in the box for a moment, and after a few seconds, she turned her head to look at Lin Qian, with light in her eyes.

Surprised, touched, and unbelievable.

"Well, it's the long skirt that Qian'er made for Miss.

From the selection of fabrics, to cutting, and then designing patterns and sewing with needles and threads, everything is done by Qian Er stitch by stitch without pretending to be other people's hands.

Qian'er has long understood the ceremony of the young lady's reaching the hairpin. She needs to wear three sets of clothes, one for her childhood, one for her present, and one for her formal adulthood.

What Qian'er made for the young lady was the first dress, which represented the young lady's childhood, and also represented the years that Qian'er walked with the young lady together.

Miss, take it out and have a look, do you like it? "

When choosing fabrics, designing patterns, and sewing stitches and stitches, Lin Qian would always think of Fang Fei's expression when she saw the clothes, but at this moment when she really met Fang Fei's gaze, Lin Qian could only feel the pain in her heart. Soft, unexpectedly calm.

She spoke in a low voice, without taking any credit, just expressing her thoughts quietly.

"it is good."

Fang Fei gently touched the hem of the dress with her fingers, walked quickly and put it beside the desk, took out the dress, and spread it on the desk.

When the eyes were bright yellow, the soft cloth slid across her hands, and a picture of pink butterflies playing flowers and flowers slowly unfolded in front of Fang Fei.

The pink butterfly playing with flowers seems simple, but there are more than ten butterflies with different postures, which are not the same, floating among the flowers with their own charm.

One stitch and one thread, one picture and one painting, but the embroiderers have exhausted their minds, making people feel the feeling of preciousness and importance.

Fang Fei lowered her eyes slightly, and her fingers trembled slightly, before she slowly stroked her dress, and slowly slid from the first pink butterfly.

After Lin Qian made this dress, she was actually a little proud. Whether it was the design of the pattern or the rusty technique, it could be said that it was the best one she made, but it was really shown in front of Fang Fei, looking at her With such an almost focused gaze, Lin Qian somehow felt that an ugly daughter-in-law was so sad when she saw her parents-in-law, that she was both happy and a little ashamed, so much so that she saw that her fingertips had already slipped past the second half-bloomed peach blossom. At that time, speak softly:

"Because it represents the young lady's childhood, Qian'er did not embroider a particularly solemn pattern, but chose such a slightly playful pattern.

The miss sees if there is anything that needs to be corrected. There are still two days left. Qian'er will try her best to think of a solution. "

Fang Fei gently painted the peach blossom all over with her fingers, then turned her head to look at Lin Qian who was within reach, her eyes were slightly moist, and the corners of her mouth were raised:

"Qian'er, it's beautiful, I like it very much."

After nearly three months of hard work, the sweetest words I have heard must be this one.