101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

"After so many days of preparation, you just bought me a sweater? You are really... well-intentioned." This is also a bit perfunctory, right?

Shangshang began to beat his heart: "I didn't buy it, I wove it myself."

For a moment, the man holding the sweater for comparison seemed to be stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe that she could knit a sweater, and turned his head to the side with disbelieving eyes: "You can knit a sweater?"

The corners of Shangshang's mouth rose, "Of course, I spent more than a week knitting, and my eyes are blurred. You...you don't like it, do you?"

Chang Mian didn't say a word, took the sweater in his hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.

"You...you really don't like it?" Is it over?She thought that Chang Mian would at least not dislike the things she wove because of her sincerity.

Chang Mian still didn't say a word, looked at the sweater in his hand for a while, and then put it on his head. Not to mention, although he hadn't compared it, it fit very well, not tight or loose, warm and comfortable.

"Actually, it's pretty good-looking, so you can forcefully say that you like it."

Chang Mian stared at his face, clenched her small hands tightly, her expression was depressed and tangled, Chang Mian couldn't help but chuckle, she was really disgusted at first, and she blamed her for being perfunctory, but she didn't expect it to be She knitted it herself, and the value and weight of the sweater immediately increased several spaces, "I like it."

Without hesitation, he looked in the mirror.

Thoughts drift far away in an instant...

In this world, there is a woman who knits a sweater for him. He thought that his mother was the only one in his life, but he unexpectedly received another hand-knitted dress today.

I still remember when I was a child, when the family of three watched TV at night, my mother would sit on the sofa and knit sweaters one by one. In winter, the sweaters on him and my father were all mother's masterpieces.

At that time, he was young and ignorant, and when he saw that the sweaters bought by Qin Cao and the others looked better than his own, when he got home, he was very disgusted and told his mother that he didn't want to wear the ones she knitted, but he wanted to wear the ones he bought and knitted by himself. Not a lot, dressed like a country bumpkin.

After so many years, even if he wants to wear those country bumpkin clothes, he will never know the rarity of a hand-knitted sweater until someone spends his time sitting under the lamp and knitting for him stitch by stitch.

Touching the warm wool of the sweater with my hand, thinking of my mother's love when I was a child, my thoughts rolled over, and tears rolled down unconsciously.

He hurriedly wiped it off with the back of his hand, the boy did not flick his tears easily.

Chang Chang was taken aback.

The expression of the whole person opened in a 0-shape in astonishment, "Ah, Chang Mian, what's the matter with you? If you don't like it, just tell me. I'll give you another birthday present, so you don't have to cry for me."

She actually made Chang Mian cry, and she was so at a loss that she didn't know what to do.

"Who is crying?" Chang Mian concealed his emotions, grabbed her into his arms, squeezed her tightly on his chest, and hugged her soft body forcefully: "Which eye of yours saw you cry?"

"Hmm... Chang Mian, you're hugging me too tightly." A sudden hug almost made her die, almost unable to breathe.

"Hold on!"

Although Chang Mian said so, the strength in his hand was loosened a bit, and he buried his head in her neck, and leaned close to her ear, his voice was obviously concealed deliberately, but he still choked up: "Thank you for the birthday present, I am ……like very much."