Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Magical Sewing Machine
Jiang Yuehua wanted to use a sewing machine, Liu Guifen was extra cautious, stood on the side and said, "If you don't know how to use it, let me come, don't break it, we only have this sewing machine, and if it breaks, I can't lock the edge ......of the cloth in the future."
"Mom, can you let me do it myself?" Jiang Yuehua looked helpless, so she could only look at Jiang Wen and ask Jiang Wen for help. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Jiang Wen comprehended, and immediately pulled Liu Guifen with a smile and said, "Mom, I suddenly remembered that the fragrant pancreas sold by the supply and marketing cooperatives are cheaper, let's go, I'll buy you a piece." ”
"No, no, what kind of fragrant pancreas do I use for my old face, don't spend money indiscriminately, save up to marry your daughter-in-law in the future." ”
"Mom, don't say it, this is my filial piety to you, you can go with me......"
Jiang Wenlian coaxed and deceived Liu Guifen out, and called Jiang Wu out to go to the supply and marketing cooperative.
Jiang Yuehua was the only one left in the house, she quickly closed the door, sat firmly in front of the sewing machine and began to run the thread.
This sewing machine is not used for some days, and she loves to card the thread when she walks the thread, so she found spindle oil to put some oil on the sewing machine.
When I sat down, I felt that the white line I used was a little thicker, so I changed to a roll of thinner white line.
Jiang Yuehua lowered her head and threaded the white thread through the needle nose of the sewing machine, who knew that if she was not careful, her index finger was suddenly pierced by the tip of the needle, and the red blood suddenly flowed out.
Jiang Yuehua was in pain, frowned, and hurriedly put her index finger in her mouth, just as she wanted to spew out the blood on her fingertips, who knew that the scene in front of her made her really taken aback.
The sewing machine, which was originally completely black, suddenly shone with a faint light, a hundred times brighter than the light bulbs at home.
What's going on?
Jiang Yuehua had never seen such a strange thing, her eyes widened all of a sudden, and she looked at the sewing machine steadily, her heart was beating very fast, she was both curious and scared.
Just as her heart was racing, the sewing machine turned into a door, and the door grew from the size of a sewing machine, little by little, until it was big enough to pass through a person, and then it stopped and didn't get bigger anymore.
This door emitted a faint blue light, and the light was particularly attractive, as if it could suck Jiang Yuehua in at any time.
Jiang Yuehua was dumbfounded.
What the hell is going on?
How can a sewing machine become a door?
Thinking she was dreaming, she pinched the back of her hand hard.
"Hmm......"
Frowning, it really hurts.
If she can feel the pain, it means that she is not dreaming, and everything in front of her is real.
The sewing machine had literally become a door, and it seemed to be waiting for her to open.
Jiang Yuehua's heart is pounding, she is a person who has been reborn once, to be honest, encountering such a strange thing will not scare her to death, but if she wants to push open the door, she is really a little worried.
What if there was something terrible waiting for her behind this door?
But a voice in my heart struggled, what if there was a treasure behind this door?
Jiang Yuehua swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She looked left and right, and suddenly realized that the light from this door was too ostentatious, and she didn't know if she could see it from the outside. After looking at it carefully, strangely enough, there was nothing to be seen in the courtyard, and the dazzling light seemed to be visible only to her.
It's also too weird.
Jiang Yuehua returned to the house and quickly plugged in the door from inside.
After plugging in the door, she stepped forward and looked at the door carefully, and the door was still closed, as if waiting for her to push it open.
To push away? or not to push away?
Jiang Yuehua frowned deeply, and her heart was entangled to death.
After struggling for about two minutes, she finally couldn't help her curiosity and reached out and gently touched the door.
Anyway, they're all people who have died once, what are you afraid of?
Jiang Yuehua comforted herself like this, and when her fingers touched the door, suddenly the door creaked open......