The winter of Danxia Mountain comes earlier than elsewhere, and the cold air in the mountains is in the mountain village, and it is only November, and it is already as cold as the middle of winter.

This kind of weather is not conspicuous in the Lan Garden of the manor, there is the warmth of the hot spring, and the whole garden is like a spring day, slightly cool, but it makes people feel comfortable.

Under the morning sun, Ye Ziyi sat in the courtyard sewing a small pocket clothes, looking at Gongzi Cheng and his two sons who were practicing swords opposite, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

"The two sons get along better with the king. Ami watched with a smile on the side, her eyes full of envy.

"In the future, you and Fuyou will be in the same situation, children around their knees, living happily, every day will be so beautiful. Ye Ziyi looked sideways at Ami beside her, and looked up slightly at her red little face. "My Ami, I'm getting married. ”

"Master, you ......" Ami said to Ye Ziyi, her little face turned red, and seeing that Ye Ziyi was still looking at her with a playful face, she covered her face and stomped her feet, and trotted into the house.

Ye Ziyi watched her run into the house, covered her mouth and laughed, straightened the needle and thread in her hand, and embroidered the twisted patterns on the pocket at hand.

She had slept for seven days before waking up, the past of that world flashed in front of her eyes over and over again, and at that moment, she really felt that she was going back to that end, and that she would never be able to return to them, and that her son, her husband, could be reunited with them again, and she thanked God from the bottom of her heart.

After sewing a few more stitches of the strange pattern on the jacket, Ye Ziyi put down the needle and thread in his hand and stood up, closing his eyes and enjoying the warm sunshine.

Gongzicheng on the opposite side stood under the laurel tree, looking at Ye Ziyi, who had a quiet and gentle face under the sun, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"Father, what is my mother doing?" Yongyi watched Ye Ziyi slowly spread his arms with his small wooden sword, and almost dropped the sword in his hand and ran over, throwing himself into his mother's arms.

"Mother is having a nervous moment. Ah Fu raised his eyebrows and said to Yongyi. "Don't pay attention to it, I think she embroidered her pocket again, tsk, it seems that in this life, I can't wear the clothes made by my mother's own hands. ”

"Huh, doesn't my mother know how to make clothes?" Yongyi blinked her big wet eyes, very curious. "Big brother, you haven't worn your mother's clothes all these years, and you don't even have a belly pocket?"

"Alas, it would be a miracle if my mother could wear it. Ah Fu said, remembering Yong. "Let's go, don't look at it, she may come up with some idea to toss people in a moment. ”

"Wow, big brother, how do you know?" Yongyi looked at Ah Fu with a look of adoration, but he got a big white eye.

"I've been with my mother for all these years, don't you know her, where can ordinary people stand her out-of-the-box temperament?"

Hearing this, Yongyi couldn't help but look at his father, who was staring at his mother's eyes with a good mistake, looking at his eyes with fascination, Yongyi couldn't help but look at Ye Ziyi under the sunny sun again.

At this time, Ye Ziyi had long lost the quiet appearance of Fang Cai, she picked up the half-sewn belly pocket on the side, looked left and right in the sun, threw the pocket aside with her backhand, stretched out her arms, stretched out a big lazy waist, turned around and entered the house.

Yongyi looked at the clothes that fell to the ground speechlessly, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Mother...... Is this throwing away the garment?"

"Otherwise, do you think she can really sew a dress?" Ah Fu shook his head helplessly, and nodded with the wooden sword in his hand. "Let's go, let's go and practice the sword. ”

Yongyi looked at the light blue clothes on the ground in the distance and pouted, and said in a very low voice. "I want one, as long as my mother finishes it, I like everything. ”

"You think too much, where does my mother have that patience?" Ah Fu took Yongyi's little hand and said very unhappily. "I've been waiting for five years, and my mother promised me that I haven't sewed a pair of socks yet. ”

"No, my father has one, my mother is partial, and I don't want to make one for my father. Yongyi was chattering very resentfully, as soon as the words came out, Ah Fu stopped, raised his eyes to look at Ah Fu who shrugged his shoulders, Yong Yi shook his arm and said. "Big brother, what's wrong with you?"

"Mother, a big liar, and said that she had never made clothes for anyone, and she didn't want to do it? Hmph! No, she owes me socks and clothes, and I have to get them back!" With that, Ah Fu dropped the wooden sword in his hand with a dark face, and ran towards the small building with a fierce attitude.

Gongzi Cheng listened on the side, watched the two children leave in a hurry, smiled faintly, bent down and picked up the wooden sword on the ground, he walked leisurely to the door of the small building, and when he walked to the front of the building, picked up the light blue clothes on the ground, he stroked the lotus flower embroidered crookedly on his head, sneered, and entered the door of the building with his sword and clothes.

"Mother, I want socks too, and I want clothes!"

"Mother, you should promise me, you must honor it!"

Ye Ziyi sat on the edge of the couch, looking at the two precious sons jumping in front of her, she couldn't help but laugh. "Baby, when did your mother and I do this? In this way, I will let the best clothing shop in Fengcheng order it for you, okay? You can set as much as you want, and I will pay for it, ah, don't make trouble!"

"No, I don't want others to do it, I want my mother to do it!" Yongyi was the first to object, and then Ah Fu also spoke.

"How can what others do compared to the mother? No matter how unbearable the mother is, the child must too!"

"Yes, yes, no matter how bad it is, children can wear it!" Yongyi echoed on the side, saying it categorically.

Sighing helplessly, Ye Ziyi pinched the little faces of her two sons, her dark eyes swept back and forth on them, and she raised her chin and said. "Okay, since you say so, I'll do it for you, but, but if you say it, if you really make it, none of you can say that you can't wear it, but your mother will check it. ”

"Don't worry, mother, the child will definitely wear it! Wear it every day!" Yongyi smiled so much that his eyes were bent, and he couldn't see his teeth.

Ah Fu hesitated slightly, looked at Ye Ziyi with some distrust, and flattened his mouth. "That's what my mother has to do. ”

"Tsk, what do you think I'm going to let me do?" Ye Ziyi also flattened his mouth and pinched Ah Fu's chin. "Stinky boy, do you know how difficult it is for your mother and me to make a coat?

"Needlework is a woman's work, I'm a dignified man, how can I do this?" Ah Fu glanced at Ye Ziyi with disgust, and said very unhappily. "A pair of cloth socks, my mother owes me three years, but I have done a good job for my father, hum! If I am perfunctory, it will not be easy!"

"Tsk, haven't you never practiced this needlework well? You really can't bear to let me work when I was so sick in the past? What's wrong with a pair of cloth socks, how can it be so easy to do? My hands are about to be tied into a sieve, and people say that things stained with blood can't be worn by relatives, so haven't they never been done?

Ye Ziyi took Ah Fu's little hand, smiled and hugged him into his arms, and said warmly. "Why did my little Ah Fu remember this?"

Ah Fu hadn't spoken yet, and Yongyi on the side frowned with his fingers and said. "It takes three years for my mother to make a pair of cloth socks for my eldest brother, so this time I promised my eldest brother and me, isn't it to make us and the crown? So, how many years did my father's clothes take to make it? Could it be that my father and my mother grew up together?"

"What did you grow up with? What happened to your father's clothes?" Ye Ziyi was confused by Yongyi, leaned over, and asked him. "Yongyi, what are you talking about?"

"It's the clothes that my mother made for my father, and how many years has my mother made them?" Yongyi looked like a curious baby, and blinked wide-eyed. "My father used to wear it, and he said that his mother made it, and he cherished it. ”

"Clothes? I haven't made any clothes, which is strange. Ye Ziyi was wondering, but Yongyi took off her hand and ran to the box in the corner of the house, Ye Ziyi didn't know why, so she got up, took Ah Fu's hand, and stepped forward to open the box for Yongyi, who was struggling to carry the lid of the box.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you find it. Ye Ziyi stroked Yongyi's soft hair, and glanced at the neatly folded clothes in the camphor wood box with the lid of the box.

"It's an old garment, a blue profane garment made by my mother for my father. Yongyi picked up the edge of the box and looked inside, his little hand rummaged between the dark robes on the surface, and he tried to tiptoe again in frustration.

"Okay, my mother will find it for you. Ye Ziyi pressed the small shoulder that Yongyi was holding on the edge of the box, and bent down to find it one by one.

Turning over the clothes in the box to the end, Ye Ziyi finally saw the old light cyan fabric at the bottom of the box, and carefully pulled out the clothes, she shook it open and looked at it, and couldn't help but be a little confused.

This dress, she still has some impressions, this is six years ago when she was in Yecheng Station, she wanted to make it for Gongzi Cheng to wear, but at that time, her ability was really limited, and she was sloppy in Mali.

"That's it, that's it, my father won't let anyone touch it, and I wear it every day, and I don't put it away until I see my mother. Yongyi took a step forward, picked up the fabric and touched it, and said with a smile. "Mother, you can also make me such a dirty garment. ”

The corners of Ye Ziyi's mouth twitched, and she looked down at Yongyi, who was expecting to please, and said embarrassedly. "Son, this is a robe. ”

Eternal Memory: "......"

Ah Fu: "......"

"Ahem. Ye Ziyi coughed and raised her eyebrows. "That...... Originally, I wanted to make a robe, but it seems that the size is not quite right, and it is difficult for your father to wear it as a profane garment for many years. ”

"That, mother, your body is just right, don't worry about it, in fact, my clothes have always been taken care of in the palace, and I don't need my mother to be tired. Yongyi grinned, laughing more ugly than crying, took a step back, and greeted Ah Fudao on the side. "Big brother, let's go out and practice swords. ”

"Well, good. Ah Fu nodded, took Yongyi's little hand and walked out, and threw Ye Ziyi a sentence before leaving. "Mother, don't make a mistake about the size, if not, if it spreads, Daqi's face will be lost. ”

"Tsk, stinky boy, do you think I'm willing?" Ye Ziyi stomped her feet angrily, pinched the clothes, and looked at her son's dragging appearance, until the roots of her teeth itched.

"If my mother puts more thought into it, she can do it. Ah Fu replied lightly and led his younger brother out of the door slowly.

Ye Ziyi gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, looked down at the old cloth in her hand, and after a while, a star of tears flashed in her eyes.