After wearing the book, I became the mother of three villains

Chapter 211 Not at all like the coldness of the past
Lin Rong rarely had the opportunity to get along with Yao Shu like this. She was doing her own thing seriously, while he watched her quietly.

Perhaps it was Yao Shu's gentle expression that infected him, and gradually, Lin Rong also felt a kind of peace and tranquility from her movements.

After Yao Shu finished embroidering all the browns and cut the silk thread short with scissors, he realized that Lin Roe was still staring at her.

She couldn't help laughing: "After watching for so long, have you learned it?"

Lin Roe watched her slender fingers skillfully tie the original silk thread into a knot, then twisted a silver needle, found the gold color he wanted, deftly threaded the thread in, and tied a knot again.

Her movements are skillful and flexible, which is pleasing to the eye.

Lin Wei shook his head, and said seriously: "I'm afraid I'll have to spend half a day just threading the needle and threading it to the right place, let alone embroidering meaningful patterns on the fabric out of thin air... Ashu, what you embroidered is Pixiu ?”

Yao Shu gave a soft "hmm", inserted the needle in his hand a few times back and forth, and after two or three strokes, the outline of Pixiu's golden eyes appeared on the embroidery frame.

Lin Zhi saw that she only embroidered the edge of one eye socket with gold silk thread, then changed to a darker dark gold, and after a circle of dark gold, it was changed to black again.

Soon, after Pixiu's black pupils were completed, the pair of eyes were also embroidered.

Lin Rong couldn't help but said, "Ashu, you embroidered really well."

Yao Shu gave a "puchi" laugh: "It's not like to say it looks like it, no one has actually seen it... just embroidered it according to my own understanding and imagination. "

Lin Rong learned to read and write only later, and had never painted before. Seeing Yao Shu's embroidery technique, he couldn't help asking, "Is embroidery similar to painting?"

People at that time loved ink painting the most, but they seldom used paint to paint.

Yao Shu thought for a while, and said: "It can be said that, after all, they are all outlining patterns... But most of the paintings only use brushes to dip ink, and the color is only adjusted by the amount of water added and the strength of the handwriting. It is not as good as embroidery. .”

Lin Zhi nodded, and asked again: "If you use different colors and paint on paper, will it be a good painting?"

A smile appeared on Yao Shu's face: "Naturally. But the paint is very expensive, and only rich people can afford it. For ordinary people, some ink painting is enough!"

Ink painting emphasizes artistic conception, it is not as simple as Yao Shu said, but she also knows that Lin Rong doesn't understand painting, so there is no need to say it is so complicated.

Seeing her talking about the paint, Lin Rong couldn't help but secretly remembered it in his heart, thinking that if there was a chance in the future, he would find some for Yao Shu.

The two chatted and laughed, and Yao Shu continued to embroider the details on Pixiu's face. Her white and tender fingertips twisted the thin silver needles, flying up and down, and the movements were very beautiful.

Lin Rong didn't speak any more, just watched her movements quietly, feeling very peaceful in his heart.

Yao Shu's embroidery directly filled in all the details of Pixiu's head, and now only the body outline needs to be supplemented with color.

She looked at the sky between changing threads, and put down the embroidery frame in her hand: "Okay, that's all for today, we should also cook."

Lin Zhi picked up the embroidery frame from the table, touched the raised patterns with his fingertips, and exclaimed, "Ashu, you are really amazing."

Yao Shu has always been the most serious in doing things, as long as she wants to do it, she will never give up until it reaches perfection.

In the past, embroidery was mostly flowers and plants, but today it was the first time for her to do this brave.

Therefore, after listening to Lin Rong's praise, Yao Shu was still a little dissatisfied: "The head is a little too big, and the proportion is not very good. When I have time, I need to embroider the outline of Pixiu's body again."

Lin Rong didn't see what Yao Shu said at all. The more he looked at it, the more beautiful he found it. Later, he couldn't put it down.

The man's fingers were slightly bent, and he looked up at Yao Shu: "Ashu, my purse is already old."

This is simply a clear statement, Yao Shu was amused in his heart, but his mouth was unrelenting, and he pretended to be stupid: "Go and buy a new one when it's old. But, don't you take the monthly money home every month? What is the purse for?"

Indeed Lin Roe seldom used his purse, and mostly used Yao Shu's purse. He was silent for a moment, and put down the embroidered cloth in his hand.

After two or three breaths, I heard him say again: "Where's the sachet? Maybe it has some refreshing medicinal fragrance, so you won't be sluggish in the afternoon."

Yao Shu deliberately surprised again: "Are you still in good spirits? How can I look at it, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you still look radiant the next day?"

The meaning of what she said was that one day the two of them tossed until midnight, and then went to take a bath separately, and Yao Shu fell asleep tired.

At night when she woke up from a dream, she happened to see Lin Rou staring at her with his eyes open, and stroking her hair with his fingers, which almost made her cry out in fright.

Lin Rong choked, and put his hands on the table back to his knees, and even his eyebrows drooped.

Yao Shu looked at him sullenly, like a big dog that has been robbed of his favorite food, with displeasure written all over his face, but he refused to show it.

She finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and asked, "Like this Pixiu?"

Lin Roe looked up at her, hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

But to be precise, he doesn’t actually like Pixiu——

It's just Yao Shu's dexterous and beautiful movements of embroidering complex patterns on white cloth with silk threads of various colors, and the focused expression on her face when she embroiders, all of which made Lin Roe feel that this Pixiu had a different meaning.

Yao Shu smiled and rolled his eyes. There was a little starlight in his luscious pupils, and he said warmly, "It looks weird to have a Pixiu embroidered in a purse. Didn't you say you want a sachet? Make you a sachet, okay?"

As if lit up by the sparkle in Yao Shu's eyes, Lin Roe's eyes were also shining brightly, stained with a smile.

He didn't speak, but Yao Shu could see happiness from his expression.

She picked up the embroidery stretcher to have a look, then put it down and said, "It's not that I don't want to make something for you just now... It's just that this is my first time embroidering a brave. It doesn't fit. I'll embroider another one for you later."

Lin Roe shook his head: "This is fine. It doesn't matter what you want to do, as long as this is it."

Yao Shu was a little surprised, and said puzzledly, "This is not good-looking...why are you not willing to change it to a good-looking one?"

Lin Rong couldn't say what she felt in her heart, but she felt that Yao Shu embroidered another one, although it was all done by her own stitches, but it was not this one after all.

He even said stubbornly: "This is good."

No matter what Yao Shu used to make it, as long as Lin Roe saw this Pixiu and saw its eyes, he would think of the scene of watching her embroider today.

She repeatedly switches the color of the silk thread, and sometimes she is too lazy to take the scissors, so she bites off the thread with her teeth... The broken thread comes out of her mouth, is contaminated with her taste, and is fixed between the colorful patterns, No one can see it.

Lin Roe felt that no matter how beautiful the embroidery, no matter how beautiful the pattern was, it was not as moving as the scene he saw today.

Although Yao Shu didn't know where Lin Rong's stubbornness came from, the purpose of giving him the sachet was to make him happy. Lin Rong really liked this brave animal, so naturally she would not refute his idea.

She thought for a while, and said: "Since that's the case, I have to put the embroidered Pixiu on the fabric next to it, and it can be done."

Lin Rong gave a soft "hmm", stretched out his hand, and took Yao Shu's tender and smooth hand.

Rarely, he was a little curious, playing with Yao Shu's onion-like fingers, and said seriously: "Although the embroidered patterns are beautiful, they are not as beautiful as your hands, Ashu."

When Yao Shu heard such a sentence suddenly, his fingertips couldn't help trembling, and he still couldn't react, and his face slowly climbed up with heat.

She said angrily, "What nonsense!"

The corners of Lin Zhi's mouth were slightly raised, and the dark eyes in the original dark eyes lit up the abyss, which looked completely different from the coldness of the past.

He smiled lightly: "Ashu, I mean it seriously."

That chuckle was like the touch of flower petals falling on the tip of a person's nose in spring, or like the heart was gently scratched by a feather.

Under the man's stern facial features, there is only warmth now, especially when he is staring at him, it seems that the colors and lights of the whole world are concentrated in his slightly raised eyes.

(End of this chapter)