As we get closer to the end of the year, the weather in Kyoto gets colder and colder, and the snow continues to fall. It's not the kind of blizzard, the snowflakes fall, densely and densely, with a fluttering feeling, and most of them melt as soon as they fall to the ground.

Every day before dawn, there are people in work clothes running machines on the road, rushing to clear the snow on the road overnight before people go to work, so as to ensure people's travel safety.

Because I was going to return to Shang's house for the New Year, Qingyuan didn't arrange and buy New Year's goods on a large scale, cleaning the house or something, cleaning every day, clean and clean, and I didn't need to clean it again.

Long Jingze went to the military headquarters in the morning, and after Shang Qian stayed alone in Qingyuan to sort out some of the teaching work of this semester, he gave the students good grades, and found a few balls of yarn from a small corner of the cloakroom.

This is a pure wool thread that is particularly soft to the touch.

Shang Qian has never knitted wool, and many sweaters are bought directly at the mall, so knitting by herself is a novelty for her.

After finding a few teaching videos from the Internet, she started with a simple two-sided method of knitting a scarf.

It is still a little difficult to weave a four-sided sweater like a one-dimensional body at once.

An hour later, a short white scarf appeared. The top is the simplest pattern, and it is the first time that Shang Qian can weave it like this, which can be regarded as some talent.

But when she closed the side later, she couldn't understand several videos after reading them. The video was put on the screen too fast, and she couldn't understand how to hook it.

Probably looking for a way to tie a knot. Shang Qian pulled out the wooden skewer in the wool, and some of the lines were instantly loosened, and he couldn't remedy it if he wanted to.

Shang Qian dismantled the failed product, took a bag of wool and put it up, went downstairs, and poured himself a cup of hot water.

After a few sips to moisten my throat, I snuggled up on the sofa and continued to knit. She still doesn't believe it today, she can't even knit a scarf.

Soon, it was time for the final finish, and Shang Qian held two wooden sticks in his hands, pondering repeatedly how to hit this last hit.

At this time, an older servant saw that the water in Shang Qian's cup was cold, and went over to change a hot cup for her.

Shang Qian was obsessed with how to weave and didn't notice this.

"Madame, you should wrap the yarn in your hand and pick the front needle to the back."

"Will you fight?!"

"The clothes of the children in the house are all woven by old women."

"Quick! Come and teach me! ”

The maid took the scarf in Shang Qian's hand, and the action was very beautiful, and soon, he closed a beautiful tail.

"It's beautiful." This tail is compared with the ones she knitted before, and you know that it is not from the same person.

"I don't have much wool at home, so I can only knit some scarves at the moment, and I'll let people go out to buy some in the afternoon, can you teach me how to knit sweaters?"

Shang Qian's eyes were shining and he looked at the servant.

"Madam, of course I can teach you, as long as you don't dislike the old woman."

"Don't dislike, don't dislike." She is much worse than her weaving, how can she dislike others.

Later, accompanied by the servant, Shang Qian knitted another one, and the lunch was brought to the coffee table in front of him, and after a few bites, he went to knit a scarf in a hurry.

This time it was better knitted than the previous two times, and it was worn around the neck for comfort and warmth.

In winter, the night comes early, the lights of Qingyuan are gradually turned on, the cold wind is bleak outside, and the villa is as warm as spring.