Prescribe the right medicine [entertainment circle]

"Take the clothes and go downstairs to take a shower." Ming Yao closed the box, walked over, and handed Gu Zheng one of the clothes.

Gu Zheng looked away from the closed box. The clothes in front of him were not very new, but they could be seen to be very clean and tidy. Although the style was simple, it was chic, with fresh and elegant rose patterns embroidered on it.

Gu Zheng took it and followed Mingyao to the bathroom downstairs. She watched Mingyao bring her a bucket of hot water into it, and opened the curtain to come out from the inside, pursing her red lips slightly, "Go in and wash."

"Okay." Gu Zheng lowered his eyebrows.

The sound of water came from inside, because it was not a closed curtain, and hot water vapor spread from under the curtain. Mingyao glanced at the thick and dark rain curtain in the yard not far away, and the sound of rain outside covered her in bursts. After standing at the bathroom door for a few minutes, I felt a little irritable.

She has never liked rainy days very much.

Aunt Xiao came over and brought her a bowl of brown sugar ginger water, "Drink it while it's hot to drive away the cold."

The tone seemed to return to the original state that nothing had happened.

She is just Aunt Xiao who has no blood relatives.

Mingyao pursed his red lips and looked at her deeply, watching her lower her head and blow the brown sugar ginger water on her hands to cool off, and there were several more crow's feet at the end of her eyes.

Aunt Xiao handed it over, Mingyao took it, took a sip, Aunt Xiao's eyes showed happiness, "Remember to pour Gu Zheng a bowl later."

Mingyao hummed lightly, and finished the rest of the drink. As soon as Aunt Xiao took the bowl, she heard Mingyao's cold voice above her head, "Follow me back to City A."

Aunt Xiao's hands trembled, but she smiled on her face, "Yaoyao, I live quite well here."

Aunt Xiao raised her eyes and looked at the graceful Mingyao in front of her, both relieved and helpless, "Besides, they don't want to see us so close."

"If I don't come back in the future, will you just live alone until you die of old age?"

Mingyao simply tore up all the words, and satirized coldly, "Before Dad passed away, I could still think that you had at least someone to accompany you, but even he has left you now, who else can you rely on besides me?"

"He is your Uncle Chen! Not your own father, your own father is from the Ming family!" Aunt Xiao glared at her angrily.

"Whoever raises me will be the one!"

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"Yaoyao..." Aunt Xiao looked at the woman with cold eyebrows and cold eyes, her hands couldn't help shaking, and she began to regret, "They won't agree..."

You, Uncle Chen, are the best example... Aunt Xiao closed her eyes in pain, trying to suppress the grief.

At this time, Gu Zheng opened the door curtain with a complicated expression, Ming Yao raised his eyelids, gave her a cold look at me, and left with everyone else.

Aunt Xiao seemed to want to catch up, but she was worried about something, and finally she turned her eyes to Gu Zheng, "Gu Zheng, you go to the kitchen and drink a bowl of brown sugar and ginger water to drive away the cold, and help Aunt Xiao call Yaoyao to change it earlier." Take off her wet clothes and take a shower, okay?"

Gu Zheng looked down at the grasped hand, then looked at the woman in front of her who was looking at her as if she had put all her hopes on her, and nodded, "Aunt Xiao, don't worry, I will tell her .”

In the kitchen, Mingyao raised his eyelids and glanced lightly at Gu Zheng who was standing at the door, and motioned her to look over with his eyes. Gu Zheng followed her gaze and looked over. There was a bowl of steaming brown sugar and ginger water on the table.

"She cooked it for you." There was no trace of warmth in Mingyao's tone.

"Yeah." Gu Zheng walked over, picked it up, her palms were warm immediately, she took a sip, very strong brown sugar mixed with ginger, subconsciously connected this taste with Mingyao's breath, her mind Almost subconsciously, Li thought of the brown sugar ginger water that Mingyao cooked for her when she came to her aunt a few months ago.

The taste is originally from here.

Gu Zheng glanced lightly at one side of Mingyao's face, and landed on the firewood behind her, "Aunt Xiao asked me to tell you to take a bath."

Mingyao didn't speak, but got up, scooped up a bucket of hot water in front of her, and took it out. After a while, there was the sound of bathing in the bathroom next to the kitchen.

Gu Zheng lowered his eyebrows and drank the brown sugar ginger water in his hand, washed the dishes and put them in the cupboard, then turned and went out.Before I was about to go upstairs, I heard the sound of a sewing machine sewing from the room at the corner of the stairs.

She paused, put her feet back, and walked towards that room. The dim light inside shone through, and a thin layer of warm color fell on the ground.

The door was not closed, and when she stood at the door, she saw Aunt Xiao, who was wearing an old coat whose texture could not be seen clearly, was leaning on an old-fashioned sewing machine, sewing with a pair of reading glasses.

As he stepped on the pedal, the needle on the table made a beeping sound.

Aunt Xiao was sewing a piece of fabric. When she saw Gu Zheng standing at the door, she stopped and the needle stopped moving. "Gu Zheng, are you here?"

"Hmm." Gu Zheng walked in with a smirk, "Is Aunt Xiao sewing something?"

Aunt Xiao asked her to sit, "Yes, I am sewing a puppet for Yaoyao."

"Puppets?" Gu Zheng looked at the already well-shaped material, and the scene of Mingyao opening the box flashed in his mind. There seemed to be several puppets inside.

"When Yaoyao was angry before, every time I sewed a puppet for her, she wouldn't be angry anymore." Aunt Xiao felt a little sad when she thought of this, "But she hasn't been angry with me for eight years. My hands may be rusty too."

Gu Zheng couldn't speculate about other people's family affairs, so he had to say, "Everyone is sensible."

Aunt Xiao glanced at her, neither echoed nor refuted, but smiled helplessly, and continued to sew, babbling in front of Gu Zheng, "Yaoyao liked these puppets when she was young, by the way, she can sew by herself, Sew better than me."

Aunt Xiao didn't know what to think of, her face was faintly proud, "Yaoyao was smart when she was a child, and she was the first in the class when she was studying, and she is also good at needlework, and the tightness and order of each stitch can almost catch up with it." This sewing machine."

Aunt Xiao pointed to the clothes on Gu Zheng's body, "No, she embroidered the rose pattern on the one you're wearing. Originally, she bought it as a peony flower, but she thought it wasn't beautiful enough, so she took it all apart and embroidered it herself." Rose up."

Gu Zheng stared down at the clothes on her body, unable to recover for a long time, no wonder she sewed up the seam for herself so seamlessly on the Hundred Flowers Golden Rooster Festival, there was no flaw at all, and she was even able to do it cleverly. Tie a belt on her.

"Does it look good?" Aunt Xiao asked her.

Gu Zheng nodded, "Yes."

"Yaoyao is very talented in design in this area, the hollow pattern on the screen door outside the gate..." Aunt Xiao didn't know what to think of, she paused.

Gu Zheng was surprised, "The hollow pattern was carved by her?"

"No way, the pattern was carved by Uncle Chen, but the pattern was designed by Yaoyao," Aunt Xiao smiled, "Did you feel like a rabbit wearing a wreath when you came here?"

Having said that, Gu Zheng remembered it and nodded. The impression that was only a memory at first gradually turned into a rabbit with a wreath, and the more he recalled it, the more he felt that was the case.

"At first, Uncle Chen and I thought she would become a fashion designer when she grew up, but who knew she would become an actress." Aunt Xiao sighed, "Neither of us expected this."

It was raining heavily outside, with lightning and thunder.

"It's done, this puppet is finally sewn." Aunt Xiao cut off the thread and breathed a sigh of relief when she was done. "Although the sewing is not as good as the most beloved puppet that Yaoyao made with her own hands, it can prevent her from giving birth to me." It's good to be angry."

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