Lowering his eyes, looking at the shirt in his hand.

He made a comparison with himself.

It's not too big, it's not too small, it's just right.

He even knew that he could not wear the right outfit.

There was a guess in my heart that the clothes in my hand might have been made by Chen Mengtian himself.

However, thinking about the past three years, the other party has never done needlework at all.

He somewhat denied this possibility.

However, soon he remembered that in the morning, he saw Chen Mengtian take out his mother's sewing basket.

This made him inclined to the bottom of his heart, and the clothes in his hands were made by Chen Mengtian himself.

The other half may be made for him by Aunt Chen next door.

If you want Chen Mengtian to know what he thinks later, he will definitely strike.

God knows, she saved the time to read medical books to make him a dress.

Jiang Zebei compared his clothes, and he felt quite comfortable to the touch of the navy blue fabric.

When Chen Mengtian came out of the ear room, he saw Jiang Zebei holding a shirt.

She asked, "Is it still suitable?" ”

Jiang Zebei raised his head and met her gaze.

After a while, he shifted his gaze and replied, "Well, it's appropriate." ”

Chen Mengtian walked to the bed and said, "It will be done in two or three days, and I will wear it for the New Year, and the finished white clothes I bought for you last time, that dress is very beautiful, I think it is very suitable for you." ”

Thinking that Jiang Zebei didn't seem to have seen it, she turned her steps and walked to the front of the wardrobe.

Finding it out from inside, a white dress I bought last time in town.

The white finished clothes are embroidered with delicate patterns on the sleeves and skirts, and even the belt around the waist has delicate and beautiful patterns.

When she first saw this dress, the first thing that came to her mind was Jiang Zebei.

This man will definitely be very handsome when he wears a white dress.

Jiang Zebei looked at Chen Mengtian and took the white clothes out of the wardrobe.

In fact, he had seen it, but he had never refuted Chen Mengtian's words.

"Would you like to try on this outfit?"

Regarding Chen Mengtian's proposal, Jiang Zebei nodded.

He gently put the robe in his hand on the bed.

Since his mother left, he has never worn a new garment.

This year, his clothes feel a little tighter when he wears them.

Jiang Zebei walked towards Chen Mengtian and took the white clothes in her hand.

He was so big that he didn't seem to have even worn a white shirt.

Just as he was holding the white clothes, something familiar flashed through his mind.

The little hands were dirty and scratched at the white blurred figure, and the sound of childish laughter sounded in the ears.

A white vague figure bent over as if picking up a child, and a vague voice rang out.

The young children laughed very cheerfully.

Jiang Zebei touched his white clothes and fell into contemplation and confusion.

He felt familiar with the child.

As for the white blurred figure, it should be a person dressed in white.

Jiang Zebei ...... Jiang Zebei ......"

Chen Mengtian saw that something was wrong with him and called him.

It's a pity that the young man in front of him is as if he is unconscious.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian made a move and pressed his temple.

This time, let Jiang Zebei come back to his senses.

He looked at Chen Mengtian puzzled, and there was confusion in his eyes.

That scene just now is so real.

The joyful laughter of children, and later the voice of a man, it was a rough voice that belonged to a man.

It was a little vague, and it didn't really sound to him, but it was somewhat familiar.

Familiar is like a father.

But his father never wore a white coat.

In this Chenjia Village, there is loess everywhere, and no one wears white clothes.