Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11021

After a while, Wang Cuilian and Rong Gu also came over.

"Qing'er, let's help you do it together. We can make more if we can."

"it is good!"

In the past, Yang Ruoqing didn't make these things, because she felt that these things might not necessarily be carried there, and they were just for the living to give herself a comfort.

Even if you buy a little, you can still spend money to buy it at a paper shop, which saves trouble.

But after this dream, Yang Ruoqing changed her mind. Since it was given to Grandma Ga, she had to do it herself, stitch by stitch. This was her filial piety.

"In reality, I'm not as good at sewing as you are."

"Now that I'm making these tinfoil-wrapped winter clothes, my skills are definitely not as good as yours."

While Yang Ruoqing was working, she compared the finished products made by Wang Cuilian and Rong Gu. When she compared them, she smiled sheepishly.

"Look, what you guys are doing is really honorable. I can't stand what I'm doing."

In other respects, Yang Ruoqing admitted that she still had a certain amount of talent, but when it came to needlework, her mind said she understood it, and her eyes said she knew it, but her hands said no, no, she still couldn't do it!

Wang Cuilian took a look at what everyone had made. Ronggu's hands were the most skillful. Every piece of the small clothes cut out of tinfoil paper was carefully crafted. The sleeves, hem, and collar were all very particular.

What I did was quite satisfactory, but when it came to Qing'er... it was really a bit forced.

"Madam, as long as it is made by you, your mother-in-law will appreciate it, because it is your filial piety." Ronggu, who was recognized for her craftsmanship, also raised her head at this time and sent comfort to Yang Ruoqing.

Wang Cuilian also quickly encouraged Yang Ruoqing: "Yes, your mother and your aunt will definitely burn a lot of good things for your grandma this time. The old lady will not be short of a few pieces of clothing."

"The clothes you made for her with your own hands will definitely make her happy because she understands them."

"For example, my baby cut a hairpin for me last time. In my opinion, it was the best hairpin in my jewelry box. If anyone offered me gold ingots in exchange for it, I wouldn't change it. !”

"Aunt, that's because you love her. I also have a hairpin. The girl's skills are not that good, and the hairpin is a bit ugly!" Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

However, because the hairpin was cut by Luo Baobao himself, for Yang Ruoqing, it is also worth gold!

Although it is ugly and crooked, making it inconvenient to take it out, Yang Ruoqing can put it on the dressing table for viewing, aftertaste, and collection!

"I love my baby for this reason. Your grandma loved you so much before she was alive. Isn't it the same reason?"

Wang Cuilian's self-referential words almost brought tears to Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

"Well, it's true that when my grandma was alive, among the grandchildren, she was the most devoted to me."

"Stop talking. Talking is taking up time. Let's get on with it. I will personally make a complete set of clothes and shoes for my grandma tonight to make her happy."

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, the child wants to be nurtured but the parent is not there.

This kind of regret can only be understood by those who have experienced it.

Perhaps, deep in everyone's memory, there is such a person, or several deceased relatives, or friends!

You know the other person's preferences. When you eat something that the other person likes to eat one day, drink some delicious drink that the other person has never drunk before, and see a piece of clothing, shoes, socks, and hat that suits the other person very well...

You can't help but fantasize about how wonderful it would be if the other person was still alive.

You buy it quietly and then give the other person a surprise. You like to imagine the other person's surprise reaction when they receive the surprise. You like to enjoy the joy of giving.

That kind of gift depends on the object. Only the person hidden in your heart can make you look forward to that kind of gift... It's just a pity that many times, you don't know how to cherish it when you have it, or you also want to go Cherish, but your conditions do not allow you to be nice to the other person as you wish, such as financial conditions and time conditions.

You can only 'almost', comfort yourself in your heart, and wait for me in the future...

There are not many futures in this world waiting for you to realize your wishes one by one. The so-called long future is just a good wish.

Tomorrow, and accidents, you can never figure out which one will come first.

Maybe a casual 'goodbye' one day, a normal farewell at a certain intersection, a phone call you hung up impatiently on, a dinner you shared together, or you at the gate of the community before you went to work in the early morning. He turned to the left and he turned to the right. One time you got off the battery car, took the school bag and water cup from the other person, and asked you what you wanted to eat for lunch?

Maybe……

Maybe……

Maybe farewell is hidden in every seemingly ordinary 'goodbye'.

Goodbye, maybe never see you again in this life.

Even if we meet again, it will only be in a dream. When you wake up, you can't tell the difference between true and false, reality or illusion...

Tears gradually blurred Yang Ruoqing's vision, but the speed at which she cut the tin foil cold clothes was obviously getting faster and faster.

Big tears fell on the object in her hand. She sniffed hard, trying to control her tears, but the tears flowed even harder.

Wang Cuilian and Rong Gu next to them were a little frightened when they saw Yang Ruoqing like this.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Rong stood up with a look of astonishment on his face, "Let me make a bowl of tea for Madam!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, her voice a little hoarse, "No need, I just suddenly thought of those things that happened when my grandmother was alive, and I felt a little sad."

Wang Cuilian stood up and came to Yang Ruoqing's side, gently stroking Yang Ruoqing's head with her calloused hands.

"Good girl, your grandma is still alive in heaven. She is relieved to know that you are thinking about her so much..."

"Don't cry, don't cry. When these cold clothes are ready, your grandma will definitely be happy."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Ronggu did not make tea, but instead brought Yang Ruoqing a bowl of red bean water.

"Madam, take a few sips to moisten your throat."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, madam."

Ronggu sat back and continued her work.

Compared with the deceased relatives like Madam who have their own longings, Rong Gu feels that she is the real duckweed.

Even if you want to pay homage and miss a relative, you can't find him.

Because she was born at home, her parents were slaves of a wealthy family. There was no relationship between the couple themselves, and their marriage was randomly assigned by the master.

It's like two domesticated rabbits, let them build a nest in a cage and live together. After giving birth to a litter of baby rabbits, they all belong to the owner's family. It has nothing to do with the rabbit's parents.

Ronggu was not close to her father, who was in charge of the house, and she didn't have a good impression of her. She drank heavily, played cards, flirted with some servants in the courtyard, drank wine in a brothel outside, and beat and scolded her mother when she came home.

(End of this chapter)