I want to live, get married

I can even complain a few words: "It's not that I'm not careful, it's that I didn't expect it to be quite difficult to sew a sachet!"

She bit the corner of her mouth shyly: "But Miss Liu, why are you so good at your needlework! Don't you practice medicine? Why doesn't your master teach you to be female celebrities?"

Hearing what He Qingqing said, Liu Yanhan almost burst out laughing.

She shook her head and explained: "No, my master Hemei Medical Sage is a serious old man who spends all day in the pharmacy, how can he have such abilities?"

While talking, he picked up a few pieces of wormwood that were used to make sachets on the desk. The wormwood had been dried and gave off a faint and unique medicinal fragrance.

"It's just that the old man has always believed that the basic necessities of life are all about practice. Apart from daily medical practice, the disciples of Xinyi Valley have to work. Therefore, the clothes and food in the disciples' mouths are all obtained through their own hard work, so they cut clothes and cook. I have been doing these tasks since I was a child, and after a long time, I will be able to do everything.”

After hearing what she said, He Qingqing realized in her heart that the life of Miss Liu in front of her was completely different from that of a young lady like herself who stretched out her hands for clothes and opened her mouth for food.

So, for no reason, I don't like my current appearance even more.

She sighed: "Wow! Do everything by yourself, it is very hard!"

Hearing this, Liu Yanhan smiled slightly.

She put those mugwort leaves in her palms, clasped her hands together, and with a little force, crushed them all into pieces, forming a lump of herbal medicine, and carefully pressed them on He Qingqing's injured fingers.

Hanging his eyes and answering softly: "I'm used to it, it's okay, anyway, the brothers and sisters of the same school come here like this, so I don't feel that it's hard work."

After bandaging the wound, she said softly to He Qingqing: "Okay, mugwort leaves are very good for disinfection and hemostasis, and the pain will disappear after a while."

In fact, the wound on the finger was not that serious, but Liu Yanhan's thoughtfulness still moved He Qingqing.

After taking good care of He Qingqing, Liu Yanhan picked up her needlework and started sewing again.

I saw that she picked up a piece of broken material with a peony pattern from the scraps of cloth in the dustpan, and cut out two circles with scissors.

It happened that the big peony pattern on the fabric was right in the middle of the fabric.

Liu Yanhan thought in his heart that after a while, he would wrap the wormwood and sew it into a sachet, which would look more unique.

With the needle and thread in his hand, he locked the two pieces of cloth. Liu Yanhan's slender hands were dexterous and stable because of his frequent work, and the stitches were so fine and firm that He Qingqing was stunned to see it.

After locking the sides, Liu Yanhan put the big cloth head underneath, folded the small cloth head, put the dried wormwood ball in the middle of the cloth head, pinched the seal to make small pleats like pinching buns and siu mai, wrapped it with red silk thread several times, and tied it. tight.

Finally, with a pair of skillful hands, tied the remaining red silk thread into a wishful knot, and the sachet was tied.

But He Qingqing's side will not be so smooth. She is not healthy when she is young, so Mrs. He just let her temper go, and did not learn these skills at all.

He even pricked his finger just now, making it even more difficult to work.

After a lot of painting according to the gourd, the result is still painted in four different ways.

The stitches are locked in a rough way, and the branches are almost crooked to the sky.

Because there are no knots and buckles, the seal of the sachet is just casually tied with a silk thread, and the whole finished product looks very rough.

It's just a rag bag, not a sachet at all.

Looking at the sachet in Liu Yanhan's hand, and then at the one in his own, He Qingqing felt even more distressed.

How could this be, the difference is too much!

Miss Liu's hands are too clever!The sachets made casually are all so delicate, but the ones I make are scattered like this.

God is really unfair, why is there such a big gap between people?

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up if I rush forward in my life, He Qingqing, you are so stupid, so stupid.

Thinking so indignantly, his little face almost wrinkled with worry.

Looking at the sad face of Miss He in front of her.

Liu Yanhan knew what she was thinking at the moment.

So with a slight smile, he reached out and took the mugwort leaf sachet that He Qingqing had made, put it in his hand and looked at it from side to side.

"Oh...what are you doing! Give me..."

Originally, she felt that she had done a bad job, was ashamed, and didn't want to be seen by others. He Qingqing was a little annoyed and wanted to snatch it back.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yanhan stuffed the sachet she had made into her hand, "Hold it for you, I like you to make this one better, let's change it."

"Change?" He Qingqing looked surprised, and asked puzzledly: "What do you want to change? Didn't you see what I did? Get it quickly, don't be kidding."

As he said, he was about to snatch it.

But Liu Yanhan seemed to be deliberately teasing her, he flicked left and right, and refused to return it to her.

He also said seriously: "Really, no kidding, I really like this sachet you made. It's purple, like the color of spring flowers in Magnolia Valley. I really like Magnolia flowers."

While speaking, he shook the purple and powdery "rag bag" in his hand, and smiled brightly.

Suddenly Mrs. Han gave an order in the hall: "Girls, it's almost time, how are your sachets doing?"

Only then did Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing stop whispering in private.

The girls present also put down their work in unison.

They answered in unison: "It's done."

Putting down the teacup in her hand, Mrs. Han stood up from the hall, like a gentleman making an inspection tour, and came among the girls present, checking each case one by one, admiring them one by one.

Don't forget to comment from time to time.

She picked up two newly made sachets, sniffed them under her nostrils, and then looked at them carefully.

Lu Chashan bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Madam, I made this pink sachet..."

"The red one is mine."

The little girl Shen Wenqiao who was sitting with Lu Chashan was like a happy oriole, showing off to Madam Han what she had accomplished.

"Well... not bad..." Mrs. Han smiled gratifiedly, full of praise: "Our little Wenqiao is getting more and more ingenious, and today this sachet is very delicately sewn..."

"Ma'am... Really? Is it really that good of a job?"

Received praise, the little girl couldn't bear the pride in her heart, her joy was beyond words.

"Of course it's true..." Mrs. Han stroked Shen Wenqiao's head lovingly.

"However, your sister Shan'er is still better than you. In the future! You have to learn more from her."

Mrs. Han spoke with a slap and a jujube.

Lu Chashan owed her body to express her gratitude, "Thank you Madam, Shan'er will definitely work hard in the future and live up to Madam's praise."

"Ah!" Upon hearing these words, the little girl lost her joyful expression in an instant.

Seeing that she was unhappy, Lu Chashan pulled her into her arms and coaxed her softly: "My dear sister, you have done a good job, and if you work harder next time, you will definitely be even better."

The little girl just chuckled.

"Ma'am, help me see..."

"Ma'am, and my..."

All the girls present handed over the sachets they made to Mrs. Han for inspection and appreciation.

In this way, Mrs. Han looked down one by one along the way.

Finally, it was the turn of Liu Yanhan and He Qingqing's case.

Due to the fact that the sachet she made was held by Liu Yanhan, if she didn't come back, the sachet in her hand was not made by herself, so He Qingqing was hesitating whether to present it for others to see.

"Madam Han, please look, I did this."

Unexpectedly, Liu Yanhan generously handed out the "rotten cloth dumpling" he sewed, and smiled calmly.

No!He Qingqing roared inwardly.

I don't want to show this junk thing to others, Miss Liu, you don't feel ashamed, I feel ashamed too.

But things have come to this point, it's too late to say anything.

Glancing at the thing that Liu Yanhan offered with both hands and respectfully handing it in front of her eyes, Mrs. Han couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth.

Strictly speaking, the ball of pink and purple in Liu Yanhan's hand was not a sachet at all, it was a rotten cloth ball tied up with a silk thread.

She raised her hand and picked up the sachet, looked around, frowned slightly, and didn't know what she was thinking about, before she said after a long while: "I heard that Miss Liu is practicing medicine, I'm afraid she has never been a female celebrity before." Let's do handicrafts!"

"Uh...I..."

Liu Yanhan hesitated and did not answer.

He Qingqing saw her on the side, and stepped forward to explain the whole story clearly.

He didn't want to be stopped by Liu Yanhan indiscriminately.

She shook her head at He Qingqing, signaling not to speak too much.

Then Mrs. Han gave Liu Yanhan a sideways look, and said in a strange tone: "Forget it, you are a female doctor, and I can't force you according to the standards of a famous lady."

After finishing speaking, he handed back the sachet he was twisting in his hand, and said with a long sigh: "This woman lives in the world! Sometimes you have to know who you are, what you should do, and what you shouldn't do." , Otherwise! After all, you won’t be able to get on the stage.”

"..."

After hearing Madam Han's words, Liu Yanhan just bowed slightly to show respect, and didn't say a word.

This sounds like nothing at first glance.

But when I think about it, it doesn't seem quite right.

What should I do and what should I not do?Why is this old woman talking in a weird way, who can't get on the stage?

Who are you talking about?

What do you mean?

On the side, He Qingqing made a bitter face, thinking gloomyly.

"Miss He, where's yours?" Mrs. Han twisted her handkerchief and asked in front of He Qingqing with a lady's face.

Then she hesitated and handed out the sachet that Liu Yanhan gave her.

I felt a little weak in my heart, so I simply lowered my head and kept silent.