Thinking like this, the curiosity in my heart was so troubled that I couldn't eat anymore, so I just wanted to see what my grandfather was doing.

Thinking about it, I put down the dishes and chopsticks and secretly walked to the door.

I put my ear to the door and listened carefully to the sound inside, and there was a sound of sooting inside, as if I was packing something.

What is Grandpa doing in there? There is also that bright red cloth, although it represents festivity, but in the past few days, I have seen a lot of blood, coupled with the appearance of the sunspot covered in blood, that red, how weird to think about.

Just when I couldn't figure it out, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the door, it seemed that my grandfather had found out, I was startled and hurried to the kitchen door.

Running to the bench, I grabbed the steamed buns and started eating, and secretly looked at the door as I ate.

Grandpa has already opened the door, his face is very ugly, iron and blue, I don't know if it's because of the yin qi or what, it looks a little weird.

Grandpa held a soft ruler in his hand and stared at me for a while, and that look made me look straight and weak, grandpa shouldn't have noticed me, right?

"Mianmian." At this time, Grandpa suddenly spoke up.

I was so shivering that I almost didn't choke, I hurriedly swallowed the steamed bun in my mouth and pretended to be indifferent and said, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"Come here." Grandpa waved his hand at me.

I hesitated for a moment, then walked over hard, I didn't dare to look at my grandfather's eyes at all, lowered my head and asked, "Grandpa, what did you call me?"

"Come in with me." After Grandpa finished speaking, he was the first to enter the house, and I could only follow in.

When I entered the room, I found that the curtains were drawn, and the room was a little dim, but on the table, there were needlework, scissors, some sewing tools, and the red cloth.

As soon as I entered, my grandfather didn't speak, and began to measure the size of my body with a soft ruler, just like my grandfather made clothes for me before.

I felt very wrong, and I always felt uncomfortable looking at the dim and dark room.

Although grandpa is a grave keeper, usually grandpa doesn't like such a dim and dark environment the most, what's wrong with today?

And now grandpa's actions, is it possible to make clothes for me?

My eyelids suddenly twitched a few times, and I couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, are you going to use this big red cloth to make clothes for me?"

Grandpa's hand paused, and then nodded: "Yes, for you to make clothes."

"But it's not yet the time for the New Year, how can you wear red clothes?"

Grandpa didn't speak, measured the size for me, and after memorizing it, he took a piece of paper next to him and handed it to me: "Look at it, which one do you think looks good?"

I glanced at the piece of paper, on which were sketches of clothes, simple lines, but also with verve.

But each one seems to be the kind of Chinese dress skirt, and today's brides rarely wear it.

But my grandfather asked me to choose, and I tried to watch.

I looked at it for a while, then I pointed to one that looked better and said, "This one looks good."

Grandpa nodded after hearing this: "Okay, I see."

Hearing my grandfather say this, I was even more worried, what is Grandpa going to do?

After Grandpa put the paper away, he began to unfold the red cloth and began to compare on it, and after looking at it for a while, I could see that it was made according to the style I had just picked!

At this time, Grandpa said slowly: "This is for you to make clothes."

After a pause, Grandpa added: "It is used to make a wedding dress."

Make me a wedding dress?