Become the favorite of the sickly lady

The things that belonged to Fang Fei's Ji Zhili had already been prepared, but because she was the only prostitute in the Fang family, in the last few days, Fang Fei seemed busier than usual, so that In the last ten days, I didn't even have time to visit the store, because Lin Qianfang was able to embroider the clothes two days earlier.

Lin Qian happily looked at the rusted clothes again and again, carefully folded them up and put them in the mahogany box, and walked towards the back room with her hands behind her back.

It was noon and the sun was bright. Fang Fei, who had just come back from Fang’s father’s yard, was wearing a light blue skirt. Okay, but when he looked up and saw the person coming, his body relaxed again:

"Qian'er."

No need to laugh, no need to make any unnecessary expressions, just this one sound was enough to make Lin Qian feel happy, and adding Fang Fei's little gesture that Mo had missed, made the joy even stronger.

Lin Qian closed the door with her back behind her back in an undignified manner, and walked up to Fang Fei with her hands behind her back. She leaned over slightly, and scanned carefully with her eyes:

"Miss, are you tired after going to the master today, do you feel a little tired?"

"It's not very tiring, because it will be Jiji in two days, and my parents value this gift too much, so they asked me to go back and check the specific procedures and items again.

This is the fourth time I have been right, and my parents are still a little worried, and I feel a little complicated. "

With gentle words and slight complaints, Fang Fei would only show her emotions in front of Lin Qian.

If it was in the past, hearing this, Lin Qian would have wished to get closer, or to hug Fang Fei, but when she felt the unique texture of the wooden box behind her hand, she rubbed her robe subconsciously, thinking of the main purpose of today, That thought was instantly suppressed by her.

The arc of Lin Qian's body became wider and wider, and under the bright moonlight, her red lips seemed to touch Fang Fei's forehead.

Fang Fei, who was complaining softly, watched Lin Qian approaching so closely, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and the tips of her lifeless ears started to turn red again.

"Shallow~"

Lin Qian, who was usually very keen, didn't notice Fang Fei's changes today. She barely stopped at an intimate distance where she wanted to touch her. Her eyebrows and eyes were raised, her voice was slightly lowered, and she spoke with restraint and pride:

"Since I'm a little tired today, it's time for Qian'er to make Miss happy.

Miss, close your eyes now, and open them only after Qian'er says yes. "

At such a distance, Fang Fei couldn't help leaning back more and more, her slender neck was almost fragile, and it was especially soft against the light blue skirt. Looking at the red lips in front of him, he froze.

"Miss, hurry up~"

The red lips parted slightly, bringing out a slight warmth, and the familiar fragrance of medicine began to permeate the whole body.

"Qian'er, what are you doing with your eyes closed?"

This time, because of Lin Qian's words, her eyes moved away in a panic, Fang Fei bit her lip, and finally asked softly, her voice slightly hoarse.

"Oh, miss, you can just close your eyes.

If you don't close it, Qian'er will help the young lady close her eyes by herself. "

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

Fang Fei's eyelashes fluttered a few times quickly, and she closed them forcefully in a panic. At this moment, the heat in her earlobe gradually spread, until it stained her fair face, like a peach blossom in March in the spring, and it was beautiful all of a sudden.

"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 faintly glowed in the sun. Just looking at it, one can 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 her eyes were bright yellow, the soft cloth slid across her hands, and a picture of pink butterflies playing with 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.

Lin Qian endured and endured, but she still couldn't help laughing like a fool.

"The lady..."

He is obviously very eloquent, but at this moment he can't even complete a sentence.

Fang Fei bit her lips lightly. While she couldn't tell whether her lips were redder or her face was redder, she carefully hugged the dress in her arms, looked up at Lin Qian, and said softly and shyly:

"Qian'er, I'll put it on right now, and I'll show it to you... alone, okay?"

It seemed that she was extremely ashamed, so that the following words were extremely light, but they were enough for Lin Qian to hear clearly.

Lin Qian was stunned, Fang Fei's words were something she didn't even dare to think about in her dreams.

After all, the last time I asked the lady to say "I want to see you too." But she coaxed, lied to and pretended to be pitiful, so she only said that once that night.

And now, before she even started to perform, the young lady actually said such a moving phrase, "I'll only show it to you first"!

one person!

What a sweet word that is!!

Lin Qian's smile, which was already a little silly, became a little silly.

"Qian'er, let me just say, you..."

Faced with Lin Qian's smirk, Fang Fei panicked and wanted to put the clothes back into the wooden box, pretending to be a deserter.

"Miss, how can you just talk about it, Qian'er heard it and is looking forward to it~

If the lady thinks the clothes are cumbersome, why not Qian'er change the clothes for the lady.

This matter of changing clothes, Qian'er is only aimed at the young lady~"

Seeing that Fang Fei was about to repent, Lin Qian didn't care about her smirk anymore, and simply leaned in front of Fang Fei, said it seriously, and then went to hold the clothes in Fang Fei's arms.

When you pull it, the clothes don't move at all.

Lin Qian looked at Fang Fei pretending to be puzzled, and saw Fang Fei turned around with her clothes in her arms, and walked behind the curtain in small steps without looking back.

"No, I can do it myself, Qian'er, you...just wait."

After a while, the voice of shame came from behind the curtain indistinctly.

"it is good."

Lin Qian didn't try to follow, but obediently responded and waited.

In the quiet room, she seemed to hear the slight sound of clothes floating, and Lin Qian patted her cheek calmly.

Because thinking that the young lady was changing into the new clothes she had made, her face began to feel slightly hot at this moment.

Fortunately, the thin-skinned young lady didn't notice it at all.

Amidst such wild thoughts and Shi Er's snickering, the sound of shredded clothes gradually disappeared, and the sound of light footsteps came slowly.

"Qian'er, look~"

The soft female voice that seemed ashamed and expectant broke the silence in the room and interrupted Lin Qian's wild thoughts.

Miss!

Lin Qian couldn't wait to follow the voice and looked over!

The author has something to say: Aww, it’s almost Chinese New Year, and my friends don’t leave any messages, ohhh