Lin Shuang knew that he was not a clever person, and his memory was not very good, so he deliberately went to the dormitory next door early the night before leaving to get a scripture.

It took a lot of effort to make the heads of the classmates next door hurt before I was finally able to make a look, in order to prevent forgetting that she replayed every stitch and every movement in her mind over and over again. It wasn't until I revisited it for the seventh time that I felt that it was almost over, and I was content to lean against the window and fall asleep.

It wasn't until I got home that I found that all the stitches in my brain were mixed together, and I couldn't get anything from recalling for a long time, and I really forgot everything.

After dinner, Lin Shuang locked herself in the room, secretly took out the black line, studied it for a long time, and still had no clue, so she had to helplessly take out her mobile phone and call Qin Qing.

"Hello? Just called me when I got home, is Shen Muhan angry with you? I just said that he would be unhappy, you still ......" As soon as the phone was called, Qin Qing was so excited that Lin Shuang interrupted her impatiently before she finished speaking.

"It's not like that, I just wanted to ask you how to weave that scarf, I forgot" The voice behind it became smaller and smaller, and Lin Shuang felt a little embarrassed.

Qin Qing was silent for a long time, and then crackled and counted a lot of her, Lin Shuang moved the phone a little away, and didn't listen to a word, only two minutes later, Qin Qing sighed hatefully, "You...... I was so defeated by you."

Lin Shuang hurriedly returned to the topic, "So tell me how to get it", she quickly brought the needle and thread, and fiddled with it for a while, "How did you start?" ”

Qin Qing slammed to the floor, "Oh my God, how did you survive with a broken IQ until now?" It's okay if you don't remember later, why don't you even remember the beginning? ”

“……”

"You wait a while, I'm a little hungry after playing the game, go down and find something to eat, and I'll tell you when I come back" Without waiting for Lin Shuang to agree, Qin Qing ran out with her mobile phone, and she could clearly hear the footsteps.

Lin Shuang sat at the table and obediently waited for her to come back.

"Hey, Frost, you don't remember anything?" Then there was a loud snort, the sound of food bags being torn open.

Lin Shuang snorted, "I don't remember."

Qin Qing was silent for a while, and then he didn't know what he was eating, and said inarticulately, "Start, you first wrap the thread on the needle."

Lin Shuang sighed and began to wrap the thread on the needle, and finally wrapped her fingers around it for a long time, she was a little embarrassed, "I forgot how to wrap it?" ”

Qin Qing was probably so angry that he couldn't speak, and it took a long time before he spoke, "I'll give you my little sister's mobile phone number, you can ask her yourself."

"Forget it, it's too troublesome" Lin Shuang frowned.

Qin Qing was silent for a while and suddenly said, "Or Baidu?" I see some tutorials on the computer, and there should be a way to weave a scarf."

"Then I'll take a look" Lin Shuang still frowned annoyedly, hung up the phone and walked to the bedside to take the notebook, connected to the hot spot, and Baidu took a look at the tutorial for weaving scarves, and sure enough, many pages came out.

She picked a few points in front of her and looked at them, but she couldn't understand them at all.

Lin Shuang tugged at her hair irritably, and was about to close the computer, but the mobile phone on the table vibrated wildly at this time.

She took her phone and looked at the caller ID. Xie Lulin.

It took a moment to get on the phone.

Xie Lulin didn't speak immediately, and didn't ask softly until Lin Shuang was puzzled and "hey", "That, Shen Muhan didn't have anything to do with you, right?" He seemed to hesitate for a moment and asked cautiously, "Did you quarrel?" ”

What can Shen Muhan do to her?

Lin Shuang smiled, "No, it's good."

There was silence for a while, and then Xie Lulin smiled, "Fortunately, there was no contradiction, otherwise my sin would have been great."

Lin Shuang smiled again and did not speak.

Xie Lulin was also silent for a while, "Then, I'm hanging?" ”

"Well, go to bed early" Lin Shuang took advantage of this gap and boarded QQ without obeying the call, then clicked on the familiar group, and finally stopped at Shen Muhan's avatar.

The avatar is gray and he's not online.

Xie Lulin hung up the phone and stared at the phone screen for a while before pressing the lock screen button, throwing the phone on the bed, he lay on his back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his heart was suddenly empty.

In the past, he was also saying that she was listening, but he never had this sense of powerlessness, like no matter what he said, she couldn't arouse interest, and even laughed perfunctory.

Yes, he forgot that she had someone she wanted to like, and that person was what she saw, thought, and thought, and the flattery of other people racking their brains was not as good as that person's "um", an "oh".

But what to do, he happens to be "someone else" too.

Lin Shuang stared at Shen Muhan's avatar for a moment, and then the ghost sent a ghost to open the chat record. There were only less than three pages, but she read it several times, and just as she was about to see it, someone knocked on the door of the god's room a few times, "Frost, open the door, what are you hiding inside?" ”

Lin Shuang was startled, hurriedly got off the line, and returned to the clean desktop.

"I'm going to sleep, it's so late......" she said as she got up to open the door, but stopped abruptly in the middle of her words.

Hurriedly ran over and opened the drawer and stuffed the thread and needles into it, and her mother knocked a few more times, quite like breaking the door.

"Open the door, what's the matter with such sneakiness?" There were a few more knocks on the door.

Sure there were no clues, Lin Shuang stepped on her slippers and ran towards the door, and quickly opened the door when her mother raised her hand again to pound on the door.

"Mom, you haven't slept so late?" Lin Shuang barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

Lin Ma glanced at her suspiciously, "It's only eight o'clock, where is it late?" What do you do with the door locked? Didn't you do something that you can't let your mother know? ”

Lin Shuang trembled weakly, and hurriedly waved his hand, "No, no, what can I do?" It's time to go to bed and close the door."

She felt that this lie was very natural, but her mother looked at her even more strangely, and only after a while did she half-believe it, "Really? ”

Lin Shuang hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"I just heard you talking on the phone on the stairs, who are you talking to?" He glanced at her and went straight into the room, looking at the whole room with a blazing eye.

Did something be discovered?

Lin Shuang's hands and feet were numb, and the whole person tensed, and then she saw her mother walk to her bedside and lift the quilt and the pillow.

Her head was dazed, and a cold sweat was about to come out, and she almost subconsciously glanced at the writing desk, and this time she was caught.

Before Lin Shuang could react, the drawer had been opened, and her mother was carrying two balls of black wool in her hands and looked back at her.

Lin Shuang's eyes darkened, and he laughed stiffly.

"It was Lin Lin's phone call just now, right?" Her mother dragged the stool back and sat down directly, looking like she was going to talk to her about life.

Lin Shuang laughed dryly again, but the next conversation caught her by surprise, her mother came over with a smile, "Lin Lin told me, you want to knit a scarf for your father, your father knows that he has been happy all day, this child, what is there to be shy about sneaking"

Lin Shuang was stunned.

It turned out that she hadn't found anything, she was relieved, but suddenly she felt a little guilty, it was just a scarf, her father was happy all day, but it wasn't for him.

She suddenly had a sour nose and was a little sad.

During the National Day holiday, Lin Shuang learned to weave scarves at home, almost from morning to night, and gradually became familiar with the technique, and it took less than seven days to weave a good look.

On the day she returned to school, she threw the black scarf at home, and was embarrassed to give it to her father, so she got on the bus to the train station.

When she turned back, she suddenly saw a figure under the fence opposite the bus, her father wearing navy blue overalls and a hard hat, sitting on a motorcycle and looking at her through the glass. Not a word.

He was there until the bus drove away.

She looked back at his figure and gradually faded, and suddenly felt a little like crying.