Jiang Yechen's vision has always been brilliant, if everything can be done again, the person with this outfit must be an outstanding beauty.

Nan Xiang's eyes stopped at the light blue fisherman's hat on the top, which is the most popular trendy women's hat style in recent years.

The hats were made of light blue, and they were paired with a whole set of light-colored skirts, which seemed to be a perfect color at once, as if they were produced as such a match.

Her gaze lingered on her hat for a few minutes, then she took off her clothes and walked into the changing room.

The car drove out of the courtyard of the Jiang family, and the old man sat with them in the car for a while, and then changed to a Lincoln halfway to go to the old street to watch the chess show.

After the old man got out of the car, the husband and wife in the back seat looked like ice, one looked out the window and the other stared ahead.

Except for Jiang Zhan playing in the middle, he was silent.

"Hello Mr. Jiang, this is your wife. Mrs. is so beautiful, no wonder she gave birth to such a lovely child, please come inside, the classroom is set up for you. ”

When I arrived at the pottery workshop, the proprietress greeted them personally, because she wanted to receive them, and the whole pottery workshop was closed today, waiting for the arrival of distinguished guests.

"Thank you. Nan Xiang laughed dryly, and lowered his hat a little, knowing that this compliment was only due to the hat on his head.

Jiang Zhan also praised her in the car, the child's eyes are the cleanest, and the mother is the most beautiful. The old man also commented that she had a good match today, of course she would not be so narcissistic as to think that they were praising her.

Nan Xiang followed the father and son in.

Jiang Yechen seemed to be very familiar with this place, and the proprietress called Mr. Jiang when she saw him, and when she heard that beautiful sentence, the corners of the man's eyes rose.

Before entering the door, Nanxiang took a look at the façade of the pottery workshop, which had a unique Japanese style.

The white walls, the wind chimes on the ceiling, the very comfortable atmosphere, simple, atmospheric, no wonder Jiang Yechen can be admired.

"The materials are ready, Mr. Jiang, you can call me at any time if you have orders. The proprietress warmly instructed the helpers in the store to send the necessary materials for pottery, and then sent Japanese refreshments, and then retreated.

Nan Xiang has been wondering how the proprietress knows that Jiang Yechen loves to drink tea?

What was served to her and Jiang Zhan was green plum tea, and Jiang Yechen was the only one with a more refreshing tea.

"Ma Ma!" When Jiang Zhan called her, Nan Xiang was still thinking, and looked down to see that the little guy's hands were covered with mud, and his little face was dirty.

In the middle of the pottery table, Jiang Zhan has already pinched out the shape of a small house, the little guy is surprisingly talented, and it is difficult to finish it so well when playing pottery for the first time.

And Nan Xiang didn't hear how Jiang Yechen instructed Jiang Zhan, the man just sat next to him and drank tea, probably quite reluctant to come out together.

The last time the family came out unhappily for the first time, Jiang Yechen never mentioned it again, not respecting the old man, and he was reluctant to do anything to him.

"Mommy washed it for you. Nan Xiang reached out to get the towel, Jiang Zhan took her hand, and then grabbed Jiang Yechen's hand next to him, and then looked at the work on the pottery table, "Baba, hemp." ”

"Huh?" Nan Xiang looked at the clay sculpture in the center of the table in confusion and asked, "Do you want to pinch a house and give it to the teacher as a Teacher's Day gift?"

The little guy nodded, and then first picked up Nan Xiang's hand and put Nan Xiang's hand on another rectangular clay sculpture.

The red soil was soft, Nan Xiang's hand pressed down slightly, and a handprint came out immediately.

Jiang Zhan held Jiang Yechen's hand again, Jiang Yechen raised his hand cooperatively, fell down again, and pressed a big handprint at the position next to him.

In the end, Jiang Zhan raised his small hand and left his own small handprint in the middle of a large and a small handprint.

"Drift!"

The handprints of the family of three were connected, Jiang Zhan showed a bright smile on the crescent moon, and then carefully scraped off the excess soil with a piece of wood.

After the raw edges were scraped clean, the little guy picked up three handprints and connected them to the small house, making the yard of the house, like the lawn outside the small house in the cartoon, which was inseparably connected.

Even Nanxiang was amazed that such a young child could have such a good idea.

It's just that in the process, she didn't dare to go to see Jiang Yechen.

The child's heart is beautiful, and he hopes that the family will be together, and his parents will love each other.

It's a pity that the reality is the opposite, and what they can give Jiang Zhan is just an "illusion".

Jiang Yechen also kept watching from the side, not saying a word, but the occasional smile in his eyes was real.

"Little master, please come here and wash your hands. ”

After completing the kneading process, Jiang Zhan's work "Little House" was taken to shape by the master of the pottery workshop, and an employee guided them to a special washroom to wash their hands.

There is a small toilet for children, and there is a Japanese-style curtain at the door, which can accommodate no more than one meter and a half adults, so the husband and wife wait outside the door after washing.

Jiang Yechen's cleanliness habit does not allow stains on his hands, he was the first to wash it, and then Nanxiang.

Jiang Zhan washed the slowest, and he didn't come out for a long time, it is the nature of children to like to play in the water.

"I didn't seem to have washed it just now, I'll wash it again. ”

Standing at the door of the small bathroom, the breath of a man was close at hand.

Nan Xiang stared at the bathroom used by the adults next to him, and said very unnaturally.

As soon as she was about to enter, her hand was grasped, but this time, the man only held her lightly, without force.

"You?" Nan Xiang thought of the morning, his anger still subsided, and his cheeks were faintly red.

Very suddenly, I only heard Jiang Yechen's firm and solemn voice coming into my ears.

"Nanxiang, I have only been widowed in my life, and I have not been divorced. I won't let Jiang Zhan be without a mother. ”

Nan Xiang raised his head in surprise, but only captured a deep face.

After speaking, Jiang Yechen let go of her hand, Jiang Zhan also washed his hands at this time, stretched out two little hands and shouted, "Baba Mama, the baby is tired of washing." ”

"I'll hold you. ”

Nan Xiang picked up Jiang Zhan first, and didn't dare to look at Jiang Yechen's face again.

That sentence, like a meteorite piercing Nanxiang's heart, was the most shocking and disturbing sentence she had ever heard in her life.

Jiang Yechen's face was calm, and he saw that Nanxiang was hugging him very steadily, so he didn't grab Jiang Zhan to hug him.

The craftsmanship of the pottery workshop is advanced and complete, and the work has been baked and baked downstairs, packed in a transparent square gift box, and the boss personally handed the gift box to Jiang Zhan and gave them a few small gifts.

"The craftsmanship of the little master is really good, it is as good as what Mr. did for the first time, and our master is amazed. ”

Nan Xiang was stunned, his lips moved, and the words did not come out.

Jiang Yechen's eyes were slightly dark, and at this time, the proprietress took out the gifts in a small gift box, a delicate ceramic cup, and smiled at Jiang Yechen.

"Mr. Jiang, our equipment has been updated. I made this printed version of the cup half a year ago, but you never came, so you put it in the store. Hehe, that painting, it's really good-looking, I don't know how to draw it......"