Lin Zeng did not find a handmade garment making shop near his residence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This old-fashioned garment shop has long been completely defeated by the prosperous and cheap garment factories.

However, the so-called bright village is his current true portrayal.

When chatting with Jiang Hua, he mentioned this matter slightly, and found a solution from her.

"Dressmaking, what kind of clothes do you want to make?" Jiang Hua's farm had not been taken care of by herself for a long time, she ran to the mountain behind the farm, repaired the canal and pond, and when she chatted with Lin Zeng in her spare time, she happened to know that he was looking for a handmade clothing workshop.

"Just like the previous padded jacket, it doesn't need to be too thin, just two layers of material with a thin layer of cotton wool. Lin Zeng listened to Jiang Hua's questioning, and suddenly thought that maybe in Qinghe City, which is developing more slowly than Beijing City, he can find this kind of clothing store.

"Oh, then you can send it back, there is a professional pattern making on Taobao, and there is a sewing machine in my hometown, I can make it for you, it's not difficult." Jiang Hua directly took this matter to himself.

"Huh?" Lin Zeng was stunned for a moment, but he was finally not as surprised as when he saw Jiang Hua raising bees, doing carpentry, and repairing water towers by himself, "You are amazing, I am not surprised that you will go to the moon to grow vegetables next time." ”

Lin Zeng felt that after resigning, after Jiang Hua got rid of his 7-to-5 teaching career, he didn't know how terrible his action would be and how many amazing "hobbies" he would develop.

"Ahem," Jiang Hua thought that when he was celebrating the New Year in Jiangfeng Town, he secretly made a pair of antique pajamas for Lin Zeng, and he was embarrassed to take it out at the time, and it shouldn't be too late to say it now, "In fact, it's just imitating ready-made templates, making simple clothes, and asking me to innovate designs, so it's not very easy." ”

"Then I'll send you the cotton wool right now. "The light warm velvet is directly handed over to Jiang Hua for production, with her craftsman's spirit, Lin Zeng can rest assured.

"Okay, uh, what's that ......" After Jiang Hua responded, it was rare to be a little stumbling.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zeng asked with concern.

"That, what, I made a pajama by hand a while ago, and it just so happens that the weather is warm now, and the thickness is just right, I'll send it to you later." Jiang Hua paused, and was a little hesitant at first, but after saying it, he simply let it go and said it directly.

"Give it to me, I want it!" Lin Zeng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, full of warmth in his chest, and every pore of his body seemed to be brushed with sweet honey. He was now tempered to a stable and calm state of mind, and he couldn't suppress the joy that fluctuated in his heart, and he couldn't wait to say, "You gave it to me early, and I'll put it on now." ”

"Hey, hey, hey!" Jiang Hua thought of the men's pajamas that had been pressed in the suitcase for almost two months, and didn't dare to tell Lin Zeng the truth, smiling and sloppy.

After the call with Jiang Hua, Lin Zeng's mood remained sunny, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes.

Sitting on the sofa, he rarely cared about Lehe, and even forgot to write the arranged painting work.

It wasn't until outside the door of the residence that several crisp doorbells rang one after another, that Lin Zeng was brought back to reality from the fugue state where he was so happy that he couldn't find the north.

Even so, Tang Wenjing and Xu Pengxiao, who were standing outside his door, saw Lin Zeng who opened the door and came out, with a silly white sweet smile on his face, and they were stunned for a moment, and they all choked back with the words they had prepared.

A thought flashed through their minds, there is nothing wrong with this young man, right?

"Eh?" Lin Zeng was full of spring breeze and smiling faces, and saw Tang Wenjing and a thirty-year-old man standing side by side at the door, Xiao Yuan, who still didn't have much expression on their faces in front of them, was holding a potted plant ten centimeters high, standing silently, "Is it Xiao Yuan's mother?

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Lin," Tang Wenjing came back to his senses, raised a cartoon round box in his hand, handed it to Lin Zeng, and said sincerely, "Thank you for the potted plant you gave to Madoka, he likes it very, very much, he takes it with him every day, and he has to put it at the head of the bed when he sleeps." I baked some butter cookies myself and gave them to you, thank you very much. ”

"You're so polite. Lin Zeng took the round box and asked the family of three to enter the house, "Come in and sit down!"

The host invites him, and it is naturally inconvenient for the visitor to turn around and leave.

Lin Zeng brewed a pot of Jianghua's sun-dried honey spirit aromatic lavender flower tea, added a spoonful of spirit fragrant honey, and cut a plate of fruit to serve guests.

This young couple, who had not yet come into contact with the special plants cultivated by the breeder, suddenly drank Lingxiang nectar flower tea, which was sweet and sweet, and they were almost intoxicated and unable to return to their senses.

Even the little round children, who have never been enthusiastic about anything, are holding potted plants in one hand and watermelons on the coffee table in the other, eating deliciously.

Lin Zeng, Xu Pengxiao and Tang Wenjing chatted, although the content of the conversation was still at the level of knowing each other, but Tang Wenjing and his wife were both outgoing and cheerful personalities, and their interactions with Lin Zeng were simple and simple, Lin Zeng could chat happily with them, and the cold appearance when he traded with Qian Mingyu a while ago was like two people.

Xiao Yuan, who was eating the fragrant little watermelon, stared at the potted plant in his arms, blinked his dark eyes, and then turned his gaze to the paper that Lin Zeng placed on the living room table.

On the top of a white paper, there is a very peculiar pattern, the pattern is composed of countless dense lines and various graphics, the handwriting is inky blue, seemingly disorganized, but there is a very special beauty when you look closely.

Xu Pengxiao and Tang Wenjing didn't notice the pattern on the dining table, but their son, under the guidance of the potted plant of the Soul Dancer in his hand, stayed on the pattern for longer and longer.

Tang Wenjing and Xu Pengxiao were chatting with Lin Zeng about the flying flakes brought by the two million female poplar trees in Beijing every year, Tang Wenjing suddenly felt his son sitting quietly in his arms looking at the potted plants, turned around and jumped off her knees, and ran to Lin Zeng's dining table.

The child's rude behavior made Tang Wenjing a little anxious.

Children with autism do not know how to recognize other people's emotions, and sometimes they will behave inappropriately in public, affecting others, attracting accusations and strange eyes from others.

Tang Wenjing thought that Xiao Yuan was out of control again, afraid that he would destroy the things on Lin Zeng's table, so he hurriedly wanted to stop his movements.

"It's okay," Lin Zeng didn't have any dissatisfaction on his face, and said indifferently, "It's just some random drawings on the table, the child likes it, let him play." ”

To Tang Wenjing and Xu Pengxiao's surprise, Xiao Yuan ran to the dining table, climbed on the dining table and chairs, and did not touch any paper on the table, but just looked at the strange drawing with a calm expression.

Although Lin Zeng said that he didn't mind, Tang Wenjing and his wife were still afraid that Xiaoyuan would destroy Lin Zeng's things, so they got up and walked over to prevent their son from making sudden movements.

Lin Zeng also stood up and walked to the little boy with autism, observing the child's expression.

He remembered the first two times he had seen him.

His eyes are hollow, wandering around, and he doesn't know where to focus.

The expression is indifferent, no crying, no laughter, no sadness and no joy.

It is as if he is a numb soul who has gone through countless tribulations, rather than a childish child who has just come into contact with the world.

However, this time, Lin Zeng found that there were some different changes in the little boy's eyes.

made his swarthy eyes appear brighter, as if the soul had returned to the body, and it was agile and energetic.

"Madoka, do you like this painting, do you want to learn to draw with me?" Lin Zeng asked, pointing to the unfinished wisdom pattern on the paper.

The small round leaf of the mind dancer in the boy's hand shook gently, and after stopping the subtle movement, Xiao Yuan suddenly raised his head, stared at Lin Zeng, and between his lips and teeth, he struggled to squeeze out a somewhat indistinct pronunciation.

"Talk (think)!"