When Yang Yilin first entered the west wing where Zheng Xiaowen lived, he was very confused, and he had already forgotten what Zheng Xiaowen said about his 'brother'.

In a trance, Yang Yilin only felt that the room was very warm, and he smelled a burst of fragrance, and he didn't pay attention to the rest.

He sat down on the single couch by the door and watched the contents of the room. He pretended to be calm and said, "I said why is it so warm in this room, it turns out that there is a stove." ”

As he spoke, he stood up, took off his new tweed coat that he had bought only two weeks ago, hung it on the hanger at the west end of the three-man sofa, and turned back to sit down on the single sofa by the door.

Zheng Xiaowen took Yang Yilin's words and said: "It's late November now, and as soon as my father comes back, he asked us to burn the heating stoves in each house." The weather forecast this time is really accurate, saying that there is a cold snap today, you see, it is really a little cold. ”

After Zheng Xiaowen finished speaking, she took out the sweater, woolen pants, and scarf knitted for Yang Yilin from the hanging closet in the northwest corner of the room, and motioned to Yang Yilin, "Yilin, what do you think this is?"

Yang Yilin saw that Zheng Xiaowen not only really knitted a sweater for him, but also knitted woolen pants for him, and also had a scarf.

He looked at these three things, and his heart was excited and happy. Of course, what Zheng Xiaowen gave him, what he received, and what he felt the most in his heart was still moved!

In front of such a happy thing, in front of Zheng Xiaowen, Yang Yilin, who has always been able to speak well, at this moment, he was so moved and excited that he didn't say a word, he only said "oh, oh," twice, and then he was stunned on the sofa and didn't stand up.

Zheng Xiaowen put the sweater and scarf on the back of the chair, held the woolen pants in his hand and said:

"I knitted the sweater, and when I saw that I still had time, I knitted another pair of woolen pants for you.

"Yilin, come, stand up and let me compare it to you, see if the size is appropriate. ”

Yang Yilin stood up, still didn't speak, he only raised his two arms, and asked Zheng Xiaowen to compare him.

Zheng Xiaowen held the waist of the woolen pants in both hands and put it on Yang Yilin's waist, compared the length of the pants, and saw that it was just the place where Yang Yilin's heel was, she said happily: "Okay, good, the length is just right." ”

After she finished speaking, she put down her woolen pants and took the sweater on Yang Yilin's body, longer than her body, longer than her sleeves, and wider than her shoulders.

Yang Yilin, who had not spoken, saw Zheng Xiaowen holding a sweater again, comparing it to him, comparing it to the past, he wanted to hold Zheng Xiaowen's hand and said to her:

Don't compare, I haven't seen each other for half a month, do you know how much I miss you, sit down, sit down and let me take a good look at you, and also reduce it a little bit, my strong longing for you.

Yang Yilin thought about it a few times in his thoughts, but in reality, not only did he not speak, but he didn't even dare to move his hands.

After Zheng Xiaowen compared, she said happily:

"Brother, I know that you are about the same size as our aunt's second brother's clothes, when I knit, I always think about your height, and I am always afraid that if I knit too little, I will weave an inch longer.

"Look, it's quite appropriate. Our second brother's height is 1.80 meters, what about you?"

Yang Yilin listened to the 'brother' and felt awkward. Listening to the sweater size, my heart was excited. But he didn't show an expression on his face, he was as calm and ordinary as usual, and only said, "Me too." ”

Zheng Xiaowen was a little suspicious and said, "You are also 1.80 meters? I remember when you first entered the factory, you seemed to be not as tall as you are now?"

Yang Yilin knew that he had grown taller during this time, and he measured it the day before yesterday when he was at the eldest brother's house in the county seat, and it was almost one meter eighty-one. At this moment, he remembered what his family had said, and he said:

"I hear the countrymen often say: Twenty-three, a sudden jump. This is talking about a false age, and I may have jumped a little. ”

In Zheng Xiaowen's heart, she felt that she and Yang Yilin were the Jinlan brothers, buddies, brothers.

She was still holding a sweater in her hand, and hurriedly stood beside Yang Yilin, looked at Yang Yilin's face, looked at Yang Yilin's head, compared her height with Yang Yilin, and said:

"That's it, that's it, you used to stand next to me and talk to me, I don't think you're that tall. Now, I see that you are almost 1.81 meters. ”

As Zheng Xiaowen spoke, she also looked at the sweater Yang Yilin was wearing, and couldn't help but think about it for a while.

She put the sweater in her hand into Yang Yilin's arms, reached out and took the woolen pants on the back of the chair, put the woolen pants into Yang Yilin's arms, raised her hand and pointed to the inner door, pushed Yang Yilin and said:

"Brother, go ahead, go inside and change all the old sweaters you are wearing, it's so cold, and you're really wearing a little thin. ”

When Yang Yilin heard this, he didn't hesitate, holding a sweater and pants in his arms, he was immediately fascinated, and hurriedly walked towards the inner door pointed by Zheng Xiaowen.

As soon as he stepped into the inner door, he heard Zheng Xiaowen in the outhouse say again: "I can't see the effect just now, you changed it and let me take a look at it again!"

For the first time in his life, Yang Yilin entered a girl's bedroom, and for the first time entered the bedroom of a girl he loved so much. At this moment, his body and mind were already panicked, confused, strange, and fluttering.

He steadied himself, looked into the room, put the new sweater in his arms on the back of the chair in front of the desk under the window, and then raised his hands and rubbed his face, and combed his hair a few times, and then felt that he was more conscious.

He looked around and saw that Zheng Xiaowen's bedroom was very fresh, very clean and tidy.

He saw a pot of orchids on the desk, and six purple flowers bloomed on the orchids. He leaned forward and sniffed, and smelled a fragrance:

Oh, the fragrance in this room turned out to come from here! He turned around, and then he clearly saw Zheng Xiaowen's bed.

Yang Yilin's eyes looked straight at Zheng Xiaowen's bed, he was a little confused, and whispered to himself:

"How did I get to the desk just now? I have to go through the path left between the foot of the bed and the wall of the compartment to get to the desk, how come I don't know how to walk this way?

"I can't fly, it seems, I must have been dizzy and fascinated just now, so I forgot about this journey!

"Ouch, Yang Yilin, you are a highly talented student, you are a big boy cadre in the school, you are the deputy director of the big workshop of the wood factory, you haven't married a daughter-in-law yet, why do you let the girl's anger charm you?!

"Yang Yilin, Yang Yilin, look at you here, you have forgotten the road you have walked, you really make me ridiculous! Haha, Yang Yilin, you really make me disgusting, hehehehehe!"

Yang Yilin was laughing at himself in his heart, and he raised his eyes to pay attention to Zheng Xiaowen's bedside scenery.

He saw that the head of the bed was leaning against the south gable, and there was a lamp on the bedside table here, and there was a small photo frame with a stand, and in the frame was a photo of Zheng Xiaowen.

He looked at the photo, reached out and picked up the photo frame, kissed Zheng Xiaowen's photo, and put the photo frame back in its original position.

Yang Yilin looked at the bedside table over there again, and saw that in the vase above, there was a bouquet of slightly open and blooming moon flowers. On the side of the moon flowers, against the back wall is a slip of high and low cabinets.

On the low cabinet near the back wall of Yuejihua, there is Zheng Xiaowen's half-length artistic color photograph that is larger than her real life.

He looked at this color photo, and sighed in his heart: Ah, so beautiful! My beloved girl is so beautiful!

He saw the big beautiful eyes in the photo staring at him, his face was a little unbearable, and he felt a little shy in his heart.

He thought about it for a moment: "Ahem, that's not a real person, what kind of shame are you!" He immediately looked at the photo and gave 'her' a flying kiss.