Jun Yong Mosheng

After the meal, by the light of the candle, Shen Junlan sewed the military uniform for her younger brother, her hands were tightly stitched, and the warm light gently swayed on her face, making this face more clear and charming.

Xu Mosheng was a little dazed watching from the side, "Zhilan was born in a deep valley, and she is not beautiful because of no one." For some reason, she murmured silently, no matter when and where, this woman under the candlelight always looks like this. Banrulan's temperament does not change for the world.

Shen Junlan turned her head to look at her when she heard the sound, her eyebrows and eyes were full of doting, "Aren't you reading your medical book? Why did you change to "Family Language"?"

Mo Sheng stood up with a smile, "I can't read any more, you're distracted."

Shen Junlan lowered her head and continued to walk the needle and thread, "Did you mend this for Jun Yi?" she asked.

"En." Mo Sheng nodded.

"You are too perfunctory for him." Jun Lan laughed at her.

"I... my husband has never taught female celebrities, so it's good to be able to make up for it." She quibbled.

"Is that my fault?" She looked up at her again.

Mo Sheng said aggrievedly, "It's not that bad...it's not just a patch."

Shen Junlan smiled without saying a word, sewed again carefully, locked the stitches, and handed the military uniform to Mo Sheng, "Look carefully, is it the same?"

She took it over and looked at it carefully, except that the needle and thread were a little denser than her own sewing, and she really couldn't see any difference. Seeing this, Shen Junlan stepped forward, turned the military uniform over, and showed it to her again.

"Ah!" Mo Sheng's eyes lit up, and he saw the word "Ping An" neatly embroidered on the back of the patch.She thought to herself that Shen Junlan's mind was like this patch, calm on the surface, always hidden in the subtleties, although she complained about her younger brother in her mouth, she held an umbrella for him in her heart.

She stretched out her gauze-wrapped hand, and tied Shen Junlan's hanging hair behind her ears, "When Junlan was a child, she not only wanted to study and practice art, but also learned female red embroidery." For some reason, she felt a little distressed. "Father and mother must hope that you can marry better."

"I used to learn it for them, now I learn it for myself. What if I don't know it?" she asked.

"If you don't know how, neither will I. Ordinary people will regard you as a treasure." After thinking for a while, she said, "You should know a little bit of Qin, otherwise you won't be able to be my husband, and you will never meet." It's fine if you don't meet it in this life, but once you meet it, you will worry about gains and losses, for fear that you will miss it and spend your life in vain.

She looked down at the word "Ping An" again, "That's great, I want too..."

Shen Junlan ignored her, put away the clothes, and tidied up the sundries on her case, "Then take off your clothes."

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