Xu Jiaren didn't sit for a while, and her grandmother came to the door and asked her to go back.

In fact, I have the impression that my grandmother doesn't like Xu Jiaren to go to other people's houses to "visit" and play.

"Xu Jiaren, I won't go to school tomorrow, is it okay to play the house wine with you?" Qiang Qiang stood at the door and asked cautiously.

"Hmmm......"

Before Xu Jiaren could answer, Aunt Zhao said for her: "Qiangqiang, we have to go out tomorrow." ”

"Then I'll play when you come back." Qiang Qiang said with some loss.

Following Grandma back to the house, Xu Jiaren asked, "Grandma, where are we going tomorrow?" ”

"I'm not going anywhere."

Grandma put down the cloth bag and said with a serious face: "Yadan, you are a girl, you can't always play with boys." Others will gossip when they see it. ”

Xu Jiaren: "......"

She is only four years old now, is it too much for grandma to worry?

"You're not like other people's children." Grandma sighed and continued.

Xu Jiaren couldn't help but ask, "Why is it different?" ”

Could it be that grandma can see that she is not 4 years old at all?

That's impossible.

"Strong people's parents are people with good jobs, your parents ......"

Aunt Zhao looked at Sun. The woman's clear and bright eyes suddenly couldn't go on.

My granddaughter is so cute, she can be carefree, but she just met such a father.

Hey, what a poor child.

"Yadan, grandma will cook for you."

Aunt Zhao didn't continue, rubbed Xu Jiaren's forehead, sighed and turned around to go out to burn the stove.

Xu Jiaren sat on the stool, always feeling that something was wrong.

There seemed to be a deviation between her memory and what was going on now.

Her father's memory was blank when she was a child, and she didn't have an impression until elementary school.

Since her parents work in the suburbs, and her grandmother lives in the city, she only comes to see her on her days off every week.

Although the father who stayed in his memory rarely met her, he occasionally came to see her a few times and would bring her a lot of delicious food.

Not too close, but not so distant.

Until my father had an accident and went to prison......

Now she is only 4 years old, and her father should still be a teacher at school at this time.

Mom's job is a salesperson, and my father is a teacher in a primary school in a suburban village.

Why is it that every time she talks about her parents, her grandmother always looks worried, and why does her aunt say that she has no father?

It's weird.

In the evening, when Xu Jiaren was eating, there was a quarrel next door.

The sound insulation of the tube building is not very good, and the sound of Gan Li's crying Xu Jiaren can be heard clearly.

Grandma was also sad, and said to herself: "Women are pitiful." ”

The crying continued for a long time, and it didn't stop until Xu Jiaren fell asleep.

The next day, Xu Jiaren met Qiangqiang's mother.

Her eyes were red and swollen like two walnuts with open mouths.

"Xu Jiaren, aren't you going out?"

"Grandma went grocery shopping, maybe she won't go out until later."

Xu Jiaren glanced at the door hidden behind Qiang Qiang, and asked in a low voice, "Is your mother okay?" ”

"My mom and my dad had a fight."

Qiangqiang's mood was very low, and he said: "They said that they want to divorce, and I may become a wild child who asks for food in the future." ”

Xu Jiaren was almost amused by these words, but considering the child's mood, she still couldn't help laughing.

"Is it just for the dress?" Xu Jiaren asked.

Qiang Qiang nodded sadly.

"Isn't it just a skirt?"

"It's not a dress, it's about dignity."

"Yo, do you still know dignity? Do you know what dignity is? ”

"If I don't have this thing, my mother will lose her job and will have no money to support me!"

I must have heard this last night when the adults were arguing.

After speaking, Qiang Qiang sat on the steps in front of the door, and sighed gloomily as an adult.

Xu Jiaren glanced at the crack in the door behind Qiang Qiang again, the bed inside was full of clothes and fabrics, and Qiang Qiang's mother stood in front of the bed and watched the fabric wiping her tears.

She really wanted to rush in and tell Qiangqiang's mother that it wasn't just a skirt?

What is there to cry about?

She can make it.

"You'd better not be impulsive. Don't forget you're 4 years old now! ”

The white shadow flashed in front of him, and the dog who lost his temper yesterday came out.

"What's the matter with you?"

Xu Jiaren was too lazy to pay attention to this grumpy dog.

The only beautiful part of her memories in the tube building is that the little boy named Qiang Qiang in front of her brought her.

The other children in the yard teased her, bullied her, and laughed at her.

Only this "strong brother" always invites her to be a guest at home, and will give her delicious food, and even accompany her to play with the house wine that only girls play.

So, now she really wants to do something for Qiangqiang.

Making a skirt was too simple for her.

She started from scratch step by step by making clothes, and a dress can be completed in a few hours in her hands......

"If you want to drink that old man's paper ash water, then I won't stop you."

The dog yawned lazily and said leisurely.

Xu Jiaren pursed the corners of her lips and hesitated.

That's what worries her.

She put on her own clothes and shoes, and her grandmother was so frightened that she thought she was entangled in dirt.

If she runs to make a skirt for Qiangqiang's mother, I'm afraid it will be more serious.

"Xu Jiaren? Go and see my snails? Haven't you seen it? Qiang Qiang asked.

Xu Jiaren nodded and followed Qiang Qiang into his house.

Gan Li saw the little girl on the other side coming again, pointed to the stool next to her, and said, "You two sit there and play, don't touch the things here." ”

Xu Jiaren didn't come to play at all, she walked to the side of the bed and glanced at the things on the bed, and asked, "Auntie, what are you doing?" ”

On the bed were two dresses with good flowers, and a few stacks of boxy "tweed" fabric.

This "tweed" fabric was also called "Mao Huada" and "Xinhua Tweed" at that time, because the fabric was expensive and very textured, and was mostly used to make suit coats.

At that time, I could only make a "Xinhua" dress during the holidays.

Gan Li was in a very bad mood, and the unit arranged for her to receive foreign guests this time, clearly stating that she should dress appropriately and generously, and asked to wear formal skirts.

But she didn't have a formal dress at all.

Hearing the question of the little girl next door, Gan Li said perfunctorily: "Auntie is tidying up the clothes." ”

"This must look good if it is made into a dress." Xu Jiaren pointed to a piece of dark blue material and said.

Gan Li glanced at the little girl's hand, it was the piece of material she wanted to make for the dress.

Unfortunately, yesterday she ran all over the tailor's shop in the neighborhood, and no one could rush her to make it.

"Auntie, my grandma can make skirts."

Xu Jiaren observed Qiangqiang's mother, and said angrily.

The dog jumped in front of Xu Jiaren, waved his paws, and scolded: "Xu Jiaren, do you really want to be caught in the temple as a monster?" ”

Xu Jiaren directly ignored the toothy dog in front of him.

Gan Li was stunned when she heard the little girl's words, she had been neighbors with Aunt Zhao opposite for two years, didn't she hear that aunt could make clothes?

But now, she has no other way.

Gan Li held the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and tried to ask, "Then can your grandma help me make a dress urgently?" ”

Xu Jiaren immediately nodded with a smile: "Yes!" ”