The morning sun shines through the mist on the opposite wall, and the golden sunlight, like the hope in my heart, sprinkles on the earth in the early morning.

The birds that flew out of their nests on the side of the road, with their wings, flew into the distance, and the aftermath of chirping lingered around the beam.

Well-dressed people, facing the morning sun, listening to the birds, smiling on the road, a new day began happily.

Tranquility is wearing a white dress, and the back of her long flowing hair looks very good, and with a pure white skirt, she is as beautiful as a fairy descending from earth.

She carried a small bag that could only hold a mobile phone and keys, and wore white sneakers, and walked quickly to the bus stop.

The bus station during rush hour is crowded with people, each crowded together, waiting for their own bus.

Today was lucky, the bus she was going to take arrived quickly, and she squeezed into the bus with the line when many had to get on the bus.

It was very hot on the bus in the summer, and there was no air conditioning at that time, so I could only open the windows and rely on the small and pitiful natural wind to cool off the dozens of people on the bus.

I never thought that I could be the lucky one, and I could take advantage of the natural wind that was cool to the car window.

- Dividing line

Xia Qing went out at the same time as her, separated from the intersection of the back street of Huaguoyuan, and today she happily ran to buy wool.

Tranquility suggested that she go to Shixi Road where to buy, because the price there is cheaper, in order to learn to live better, she listened to Ningning's suggestion, and walked from the flower orchard to Shixi Road to buy wool.

The journey was not too far, it only took half an hour, and she looked all the way, and the French plane trees on the side of the road just sheltered her from the early morning sun.

Because the shops on West Road have not yet opened, it is a little quiet, not as noisy as usual.

She walked slowly, looking as she went, still trying to find a place to buy wool, and now she walked in the neighborhood selling clothes.

All of them are nine pieces of ninety-one, nineteen pieces of ninety-one pieces, and twenty-nine pieces of ninety-one pieces...... She has always wondered why these clothes sellers are all related to nine, isn't it very good that nine yuan and nine are directly ten yuan?

After searching, asking, and with the help of enthusiastic citizens, she finally found a place to sell wool.

Piles of colorful wool threads are all placed, and there are finished sweaters that have been knitted on them, but no one is knitting a scarf, maybe she is the only one who wants to knit a scarf.

"Beauty, what do you need to buy?"

The proprietress who did business was really enthusiastic, and when she saw her, she took the initiative to run up to introduce her wool, and kept asking her what kind of sweater she used to knit, whether it was worn by men or women, and the color needed to be bright or refreshing.

She was even more confused when she heard this, she didn't understand anything, and she didn't know what kind of yarn to choose.

After hesitating for a while, she said to the proprietress that she said, "I want to buy a scarf, but I don't know what wool to fold, why don't you give me some advice?"

As soon as she said this, the proprietress began to play her special sales show, from different prices to different quality, as well as different colors to introduce her again.

Listening to herself even more confused.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" The boss's question made him suddenly feel that he didn't know how to answer, and he paused for several seconds without her answer.

"This color, this gray, can be used by both men and women, and you can also bring it to the boys if you want it then. The proprietress who observed her words and expressions saw what was on her mind, and immediately diverted the topic, which is worthy of being a salesperson.

Xia Qing chose several kinds of wool, from thick to thin, from bright to cold, and all kinds of different ones were selected.

Humming a little song along the way, the mood was particularly comfortable, carrying the wool he had carefully selected, and walking on the way home.

Intellectually, she always persuaded herself that she could no longer expect anything from Han Bin, but emotionally she kept telling her that there were too few people who could make her tempted in Qingqing, and no matter what the result was, she should strive for it.

I don't know why, when I talked to the proprietress just now, all she thought about was Han Bin wearing the scarf she knitted, and all the wool she picked was around his shadow to buy.

Half a day passed back and forth, and she cooked a simple bowl of noodles for herself for lunch at noon, and sat in the room waiting for Tranquility to return, suddenly feeling that time had passed as if it had stopped.

It turns out that people want everything they expect to happen quickly when they have expectations, but the reality is so skinny that people recognize the facts.

Within an hour she was counting the time, counting down how long it would take for Tranquility to leave work.

She took out a pencil from a drawer, which was not very sharp, and wrote in the notebook her plan to knit scarves, and she planned to give one to each person when she learned it, so that others would know that the scarves brought by her friends were all hand-knitted by her.

She felt that learning how great the skill of weaving a scarf was, as if it was more worth showing off than when she was admitted to college.

The feeling of living like a year made her finally wait for Tranquility to come back, and she couldn't wait before she had eaten, and told Tranquility to start work after lunch.

When Tranquility finished lunch, she still looked at the yarn stupidly, as if she had been poisoned and couldn't extricate herself.

Tranquility walked into the room, saw the different colors and shapes of wool on the bed, and was frightened and pushed back two steps, I didn't know that I thought Xia Qing was going to sell wool, this is the goods she came back wholesale.

"Oh my god, how many scarves are you going to make, are you going to sell them at the night market?" she couldn't believe her eyes.

"It's not impossible to set up a night market, what if I learn well, the finished product is beautiful and practical, and the price is dozens of times cheaper than that of the shopping mall, can I still make a fortune this summer vacation?" Xia Qing replied with an indifferent look.

Tranquility could only smile helplessly, thinking to herself, are you overestimating yourself, or overestimating me, and you haven't learned it yet, so you want to make a fortune.

Tranquility taught her from the first part, first wrapping the wool that was originally not in a ball into a ball,