In the afternoon, Buping didn't go out again, because Granny Lin also needed someone to accompany her. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Well, Bu Ping has to admit that it was Granny Lin who deliberately let Bu Ping stay.

"The girl of the step family, mother-in-law, my eyes are not good, you thread a needle for me" Granny Lin said unceremoniously, with an irresistible force in her tone.

Lin Xia threw Bu Ping a look of self-begging, and then pulled Lin Yu to play without knowing where to run.

Originally, I came back to accompany Granny Lin to dinner, but I didn't expect to be left behind, which made Bu Ping, who was thinking about wood carving, a little anxious, but Bu Ping also knew that she couldn't refuse Granny Lin, so she tried to calm down and help Granny Lin thread the needle.

"Don't underestimate this needle, ordinary people usually use it, that is, there are so many kinds, mother-in-law is different here, you try it first" Granny Lin spoke very directly, and as she spoke, she found a needle and asked Ping to take it, and then the thin thread.

Bu Ping thought secretly when she heard this, it was just a needle, how could it be different, and after taking the needle and thread, she began to thread the needle.

"Huh?" Bu Ping was a little unsure, looked at the sun, and felt that this needle was not easy to wear.

After a closer look, I found that the hole of this needle was too thin, and the thread given by Granny Lin, although it was also very thin, was twice as thick as the needlehole.

And it was only after Bu Ping drank the spiritual spring water that she became deaf and clear, so that she could see the size of the pinhole.

"Mother-in-law, this needle and thread don't match" Bu Ping looked at Granny Lin suspiciously, she wanted to say if she had taken the wrong thread or needle, but when she thought of Granny Lin's words just now, there seemed to be some mystery hidden.

"Hmph, my wife has been holding needlework for most of her life, and she hasn't missed it" Granny Lin ignored Buping after she finished speaking, and only held an insole as if she was thinking about a trick.

Bu Ping was helpless, and guessed in her heart that this should be done by Granny Lin on purpose, but this pinhole is too thin, how can she pass through.

Granny Lin's personality is not very clear, but since she can raise a son like Lin Dajun, compared to not having a bad temperament, at most she is a little withdrawn.

Thinking like this, Bu Ping calmed down and experimented according to the general needle threading method.

Dip your fingertips slightly with water, let the thread gently rub the thread, and when the thread appears a tip, use the tip to pierce.

Failure, failure, failure.

After many failures, Bu Ping didn't continue to try, but began to think.

The deepest impression of needle threading should be the time to set the quilt at home, the needle and thread used at that time are very thick, but what is the difference with the difficulties in front of you.

Bu Ping once again looked at the pinhole in the sunlight, it was very thin, like an extremely thin oval, right oval, why is it an oval, existence is inevitable, this shape must have a reason.

The same is true for the needles at home, the needles that Buping has seen are like this, and the threads at home are also thick and thin.

Time passed slowly, Granny Lin had long ignored Bu Ping, and took a needle and thread to fix the insole, just observing carefully, it seemed that the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Ah, I know" Bu Ping said suddenly, and then looked at Granny Lin, seeing Granny Lin's indifferent appearance, Bu Ping decided that after she succeeded, she would talk to Granny Lin again.

It is still wet, rubbed the thread, and then pierced.

"Mother-in-law, I went through" Bu Ping said with a little pride, holding the needle in front of Granny Lin.

Granny Lin squinted at it, expressing her disgust, "Well, it's finally dressed, it takes so long to thread a needle"

was complained, Bu Ping pouted, but she was still happy in her heart, and she finished it anyway.

"Thread all these needles well" Granny Lin took out several rolls of thread, and a needle was inserted into each coil of thread, which obviously corresponded one-to-one.

Bu Ping took the needle and thread without saying a word, anyway, the trick has been mastered, even if there are a few more volumes, it will be the same.

Sure enough, this time, it only took a few minutes for Bu Ping to complete Granny Lin's task.

"Mother-in-law, why do you wear so many needles, can you use these?" Bu Ping asked humbly.

Granny Lin looked at Bu Ping with a smile, Bu Ping suddenly felt a little weak, feeling that Granny Lin understood her subconscious meaning, and she was complaining that Granny Lin deliberately found a job for herself.

"I don't know how to pick up the needle and thread after I'm dressed, and I'm waiting for my wife to clean it up," Granny Lin said nonchalantly.

Bu Ping appointed to start cleaning up, of course, this is not a restoration, I have seen Bu Ma do needlework Bu Ping knows, this is to insert the needle in the original position, but to keep the thread well worn, so that it will be very convenient when you use it next time.

"Well, it's a bit of a heart," Granny Lin nodded when she saw the needlework that Buping had packed.

"Do you know how to draw?" Granny Lin asked.

"Forget it, just look at your appearance and know if it won't" Without waiting for Bu Ping to answer, Granny Lin's words had already come out, so that Bu Ping could hold it in her heart, and she couldn't go up or down.

"Let's start learning now" After speaking, Granny Lin stuffed a handkerchief into Bu Ping's hand.

Unfolding the handkerchief, Bu Ping's eyes lit up, and the orchid on the handkerchief was slim, and the simple and quiet feeling was immediately conveyed to Bu Ping's heart.

But how to learn.

"Mother-in-law, I don't have paper and brushes" The paper and pen Buping brought, but if you learn to draw, it is not suitable.

"What do you want to paint paper and brushes, draw on the ground, do you see it, there, just pick up a stone" Granny Lin raised her chin and motioned to Bu Ping to look at the corner of the yard, where there were many small stones.

Hehe, Bu Ping looked at Granny Lin with some suspicion, where did she learn to draw like this.

"Hurry up, if you can't do it, just say it, it's not uncommon for the old woman to accompany you," Granny Lin said coldly.

Bu Ping subconsciously wanted to stand up and leave, but she was unwilling, the handkerchief was still in her hand, Bu Ping took a look, it was a very simple orchid, even if it was a person who couldn't draw, it was estimated that she would be able to learn it soon.

Forget it, it's just to carry forward the style, whoever makes the family an old man, it's normal to have a weird temperament, and whether you are really only eight years old or not, you can't stand this idea of cold words.

Seeing that Bu Ping went to pick up stones, Granny Lin showed a smiling face, but unfortunately Bu Ping, who was facing away from Granny Lin, didn't see it, otherwise she thought that the sun was coming out in the west.

After Buping picked up a few stones that she felt could be used and turned back, Granny Lin lowered her head again to make insoles, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

The sound of the stone scratching the ground was really harsh, and Bu Ping helplessly looked at Granny Lin, who was unresponsive, could it be that people are old and their hearing is not good.

You must know that Bu Ping's ears are better than ordinary people, and this is not comfortable.