Yang Yongjin sat on the side with a golden knife, wearing a jacket inside.

There was a charcoal brazier in the house, but it wasn't very cold.

He looked at Cao Bamei, who was sitting sideways in front of him, holding clothes in his hands, and was burying his head in threading needles and threads to sew carefully.

A little distracted.

When he was young, he knew that his mother was different from other people's mothers.

My mother is deaf and dumb, and her brain is still a little stupid.

Before the separation, my mother couldn't cook a meal, and she couldn't sew a piece of clothing well.

When he was a child, his clothes were made of milk at first, and then by his third aunt.

Rarely did he sit still, waiting for a woman to sew and mend his clothes.

At this time, I was in a free period after lunch.

The guys are resting in the front yard hall, which is quieter.

In the house, the charcoal fire crackled, and a few sparks jumped out from time to time.

Yang Yongjin's gaze chased Cao Bamei's little hand and watched.

That little hand, so flexible, flying needle lead.

After a few clicks, those holes that were helpless in his eyes became so naturally bridgled together under her hands.

It's amazing.

Yang Yongjin sighed secretly.

His gaze followed the hand of the girl in front of him and moved to her face.

The girl hung her head down, and her eyebrow-length bangs covered her forehead.

From his vantage point, he couldn't see her eyes, only a thin face, a slightly collapsed nose, and lips pursed together.

On both sides of the bridge of the girl's nose, there are a few small freckles.

Under the reflection of the charcoal fire, it glows a faint red.

It's like a peach blossom, and it's really a little cute.

Yang Yongjin's eyes showed a trace of warmth that he couldn't even notice.

Soon, the clothes were sewn up.

Cao Bamei bit off the thread with her teeth, shook the clothes in her hand and stood up.

"Shopkeeper, try it."

She said, raised her head, and found that Yang Yongjin was looking at her with straight eyes.

The girl's face turned red and she bit her lip.

Yang Yongjin quickly looked away, "Well, okay." ”

He took the coat and stretched out his arms to put it inside.

Cao Bamei turned around, turned her back to him, and packed up the sewing box there.

Yang Yongjin looked at Cao Bamei's back.

This girl is really not tall, petite as a thin chick.

Visual...... Her head, I guess barely reached his shoulder, right?

"Eighth sister, I heard that your father and mother are no longer there?"

For the first time, he took the initiative to ask her about her family.

He had spoken to her in the previous days.

But it all revolves around the errand of the restaurant, and he teaches her.

Hearing Yang Yongjin's question, Cao Bamei nodded lightly.

She whispered: "A few days after I was born, my father died of illness, and half a year ago, my mother was gone." ”

"And what are you going to do in the future?" Yang Yongjin asked again.

I used to feel pitiful, my mother was a deaf and mute person, and I never said intimate words to my mother when I was a child, and I didn't get any care.

Now, compared to Cao Bamei, he feels that he really grew up in a honey pot.

In front of her, Cao Bamei turned sideways slightly and said softly: "Several brothers have driven me out, but fortunately, this brother and sister-in-law from Changping Village are good to me." ”

Yang Yongjin nodded: "There are still kind-hearted brothers and sisters-in-law in the world." ”

"Don't be too sad, in the restaurant in the future, we will all be your relatives and friends." He said.

Cao Bamei turned her head and threw a grateful glance at him.

"Well, thank you shopkeeper......"

"In the future, don't call me the shopkeeper, you will be like Qing'er, call my second brother!"

Yang Yongjin grinned.

Second brother?

Cao Bamei bit her lip lightly, her expression a little weird.

She is Dajie Xiaojie's aunt.

Qing'er and Dajie Xiaojie are cousins and siblings.

According to her seniority, Qing'er should also call herself an aunt.

Then Yang Yongjin and Qing'er are cousins again, does he have to call himself an aunt?

"Second brother? Are you sure I called you second brother? Or do you call me aunt? ”

Cao Bamei didn't know where the courage came from, so she actually joked with Yang Yongjin.

"What?"

Yang Yongjin was stunned.

He scratched his head and sorted out the intricacies of kinship.

"Oh my God!"

He let out a low sigh.

"According to the seniority, I really have to call the eighth sister, your aunt!" He couldn't laugh or cry.

"Giggle......

Cao Bamei also covered her mouth and smiled.

The sense of distance between the two, because of this acquaintance, suddenly narrowed a lot.

In the end, Yang Yongjin said: "It's better to do this, I don't call your aunt, you also call me the shopkeeper, second brother or something." ”

"Let's both call each other by name in the future, what do you think?" He asked.

Cao Bamei smiled and nodded: "I'll see it." ”

……

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoyu sat in a carriage on the way back to the village.

After buying so many New Year's goods, the two girls are very happy, talking and laughing all the way.

"Qing'er, when will your Tang son come back? Did you send you a letter? Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Well, the pigeon flew once, and it should be on the way back this time." ”

"Hehe, it's good to be back, I'm still waiting to eat your 'crossed' candy earlier." Light rain road.

Yang Ruoqing blushed.

"Don't talk nonsense, you haven't set a date yet." She said.

Xiaoyu said: "When you give the New Year's gift a year ago, isn't the next thing to be 'passing the door'?" After 'passing through the door', wouldn't it be faster to get married! ”

Hearing the word 'marriage', Rao is such a cheeky person as Yang Ruoqing, and he couldn't help but have hot cheeks.

"Let's not talk about this? Change the subject! She said.

Xiaoyu still giggled.

The two talked and laughed and returned to the village.

drove the carriage into the yard, thinking that Yang Huazhong was called to come over to unload the New Year's goods.

Not to mention Yang Huazhong, Sun is not there.

The family left Xiaohua to watch the house alone.

"Xiaohua, where are the third uncle and third aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Although Xiaohua Xiaoduo is the maid of the family, she should call Yang Huazhong to be the old lady, young lady and young master or something.

But Yang Huazhong and the Sun family are both authentic Zhuang families.

These terms are very useless.

So, Yang Ruoqing simply asked them to call the third uncle and three aunts.

"Sister Qing'er, the third uncle and the third aunt have all gone to the old house." Small ikebana.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised: "What are you going to do in the old house?" ”

Xiaohua said: "The master fought with someone......"

"Huh?"

Yang Ruoqing was so shocked that her jaw almost fell to the ground.

Old Yang Tou actually fought with people? Will you break your head?

"Qing'er, go to the old mansion and take a look, I'll sort out the New Year's goods." Xiaoyu hurriedly said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, then I'll go first." ”

With that, she turned and rushed out of the yard.

On the way into the village, I met a lot of villagers, three in a group, five in a group.

gathered together and exchanged heads, and seemed to be talking about Lao Yangtou's fight with others.

Someone saw Yang Ruoqing running over quickly, and shouted at her: "Qing'er, you run faster, your lord's head has been broken......"