Shimizu Village, a small village with about 20 families.

The village is beautiful, the people are simple, every household has livestock, it is the reason for the remote village, the tax here is not too heavy, and the county government is far away from this journey, so it is also a paradise.

Qing Ning followed the bell to shuttle through the alley, and saw a plum blossom planted in the yard of a family, which was blooming brightly, she put on her tiptoes, and saw a few children running in the courtyard, laughing and playing with the dogs.

A woman came to the alley, her stool was broken, and she was about to go up the mountain to find Yu Qing to repair it.

"Who is this?" Aunt Zhao looked at Qing Ning, her eyes were a little surprised, when did such a beautiful woman come to Qingshui Village.

"Just call her Jingjia." After Wan Ling finished speaking, Qing Ning was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

"I don't know where I am from, where I live, but I look at my face." Aunt Zhao said with a smile, she thought that such a peugeot character could just help Yuqing talk about her relatives.

"She is the maidservant of Yuqing's family, and she came to my house today to learn to be a female celebrity." Wan Ling said for her.

Aunt Zhao was a little surprised, then she smiled, and stared at her a few times when she left.

The place where she lived was a small hut where she and her mother-in-law lived. Although Granny Chen was old, her hands were very skillful, and the yard was covered with some shabby linen, some of which had been sewn and turned into a garment.

"Grandma, the maid of Yuqing's family is here." Wan Ling said.

Granny Chen was sitting in the courtyard, the chickens and ducks on the side were walking in the courtyard, the vines of melons and fruits were crawling on the ground, and Qingning followed behind Wan Ling, and she stepped forward timidly.

"Reach out and show me." Granny Chen asked solemnly.

Qing Ning stretched out her hand to show her, but saw that Granny Chen's face sank, and said, "Who did the rough work at home?" ”

Seeing that her fingers were thin and long, her skin was tender, white and red, and it was not a maid's hand at first glance.

"Yu Qing." Qing Ning lowered her head and said ashamedly.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

Drops of snow fell from the eaves, and the winter snow began to melt. In the afternoon, the sunny winter day was a little warm, and Qing Ning was packing up his things and was about to help him take the torn clothes to Granny Chen's house at the bottom of the mountain to sew them together.

"Don't go, rest at home." Xiao Jingyi glanced at her hand and said, since she was a girl, her fingers have always been punctured by needles, covered with large and small wounds, and he has to give her medicine every night.

"No, I made an appointment with Wanling." After Qingning cleaned up, he went down the mountain.

When she came to the village, Granny Chen saw her coming and immediately asked Yunling to pour her a cup of tea.

Qing Ning picked up the clothes he had knitted for a long time, and the stitches were of different thicknesses, but he could still see that it was a piece of clothing.

When I started to be a female celebrity, time flew by, and occasionally a gust of mountain wind blew, and suddenly the clouds were thick, the sky was dark, and the wind and rain were coming.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Qing Ning put down the clothes in his hand, stood up and looked at the sky, dark clouds shrouded the east, and the wind was raging.

"Let's go later, if it rains heavily and gets wet, you're going to get sick." Suzu said to her.

It was getting late, the wind rustled the huts, the people in the village hid in the houses, and the people who went out returned home one after another, and suddenly the village was quiet, and the lights of the ten thousand homes were lit up, drowsy and quiet.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the rain poured down, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on the hut, crackling, breaking the silence of the night.

"Let's go after the rain." Granny Chen also said to her.

Qingning's clothes have been ready, although they look unsatisfactory, but it is rare for her to have this heart, Granny Chen saw that this girl was clever and cute, so she liked it more and more.

"That's fine." Qing Ning dispelled the idea of returning home, and she sat down with some loss, holding the newly made dress in her hand.

It wasn't long before the smoke of the hut rose, the rain was still falling, and there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" Wan Ling asked.

"Me." Only a muffled voice was heard coming from outside the door.

Yun Ling looked back at Qing Ning a little shyly and said, "It's Yuqing." ”

Qing Ning's mood jumped, she hurriedly ran over, Wan Ling opened the door, and Granny Chen also staggered over.

"The rain is so heavy, why is it in such a hurry." Granny Chen blamed him.

"Let's go home," Xiao Jingyi said with a faint glance at her.

"No." Qing Ning smiled, she quickly packed her things and followed him out.

Xiao Jingyi was holding a dark yellow oil-paper umbrella, the rain was blown crooked by the wind, and it fell obliquely, and it didn't take long for his clothes to get wet, Qing Ning held his sleeves tightly, only to see him leaning the umbrella towards her, his feet were muddy, and the mountain road was very difficult.

The winter rain hit her body with the cold wind, and the cold wind blew, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Back at home, Xiao Jingyi was boiling hot water, Qing Ning had changed into dry clothes, and was sitting on the couch covered with a blanket, looking at his busy figure with a leisurely face.

"Ahh Qing Ning was surprised, and Xiao Jingyi immediately looked over.

"These days, Granny Chen's woman is red, and she sewed a new dress for you, which is not very good-looking, but ...... It may be different when it is worn on you. Qing Ning took out a gray linen garment from a pile of fabrics and handed it to Xiao Jingyi.

Xiao Jingyi stood up and watched her hand him the clothes with an expectant expression, he was stunned for a moment, patted the dust on his hands with some embarrassment, and took her clothes.

"Would you like to try?" Qing Ning smiled, and then hurriedly ran back to the couch, urging him to change his clothes.

No one noticed that Xiao Jingyi's face was red, his eyes were also red, and his rough hands clutched the clothes in his hands tightly, looking at them like treasures.

After a while, Xiao Jingyi had already put on the clothes of Qing Ningxi, but he didn't expect it to fit, and he suddenly had a feeling of wanting to find the bronze mirror, some excited, some excited, but it was only faint.

"Yay!" Qing Ning ran over from the couch and looked at the sackcloth on Xiao Jingyi's body.

"I'll just say it's the right size!" Qing Ning said with some pride, she circled around Xiao Jingyi several times, although this dress was not as well woven as Granny Chen and Wan Ling, but it was also woven by herself, and a sense of pride spontaneously arose.

At night, the birds are asleep, the people are sleeping, the bamboo charcoal in the wooden house is crackling, the quiet night is sprinkled through the window into the bright moonlight, and the woman beside her comes the sound of even breathing.

Xiao Jingyi still hadn't fallen asleep, he was lying on the couch and pondering, he raised his right hand and stared at the sleeve, the needlework was uneven, dense, if he had changed before, he would not have thought that he would be so happy to receive a new dress, or a linen dress that was not very good-looking.

Immediately, he sighed, put his hands behind his head, and enjoyed the unique peace of the moment, as if he remembered the once unruly youth again.

When he rode a horse and walked on the long street of Jin'an, how flamboyant and presumptuous, as if he had left all his troubles and sorrows, but now he ...... really responded to the words of Liu Qi's "Youth Tour":

The ancient road of Chang'an is late, and the high willows are hissing. Outside the sunset bird, on the autumn wind plain, the eyes are broken for four days. Guiyun is gone without a trace, where is the early stage? He is unfamiliar with the drunkard, not like when he was a teenager.