"It's okay, you're doing a good job, thank you, Ding Bao."

Ding Bao pursed his lips and smiled, walked to Jin Ting's side, lifted his skirt and squatted down, leaned in front of him, and watched him brush the carpet little by little.

The old and cracked carpet was even more devastated after such a brush, with a lot of debris and residue in the corners and corners, and most of the places near the legs and feet of the tables and chairs were worn out with holes.

Ding Bao sighed softly when he saw him working so hard to do useless work.

"If you brush like this, the stains will be cleaned, and the carpet will be wiped out by you."

Hearing this, the brush in his hand paused slightly, and the next second continued, his movements becoming more and more gentle.

It can be seen that he already loves this carpet very much, but there is no way, everything will dissipate under the passage of time.

In addition to the carpet, he kept everything in the castle and took care of it very well, clean and bright, although it was simple and vicissitudes, but a table and a chair could see the owner's intentions.

After being silent for a long time, Jin Ting said in a low voice.

"It was my mother's favorite thing when she was alive."

Ding Bao looked at him seriously, looking at a faint layer of sadness between his delicate eyebrows.

"Well, how about I sew it up for you?"

"No need."

Jin Ting refused without hesitation.

"Then you want to see what your mother left behind, as tattered as it is now?"

"You ......"

"Don't worry, when I'm at home, what I'm best at is sewing, and my dad can sell me a few more copper plates because the master takes a fancy to my craftsmanship."

Ding Bao told his past in a calm tone, without sadness, blame, or even any negative emotions, just like saying that the weather was good today, flat and relieved.

In this way, the two sat together by the fireplace that had been extinguished, one sewing things and the other sitting quietly drinking tea.

This is an extremely soft wool carpet, you can see the intention of the maker, every piece of stitching can not be seen in any stitches, although the pattern on the carpet is no longer clear, but you can still feel its new complexity.

Ding Bao sewed with wool products of similar texture, and a small needle and thread shuttled up and down flexibly on her hands, and each piece of sewn up and down did not show any traces of splicing except for the difference in color from the old and new.

She patiently hid the dense stitches in the soft wool, cut the pieces piece by piece, the warm summer sun gently hit her through the floor-to-ceiling window, and with the sound of the rocking chair gently swaying, the woman hummed a soft and quiet song low.

The empty and lonely castle has never had this kind of sound, it is a kind of peaceful tranquility, a sense of quiet flow of years, with the afterglow of the sunset, with the shadows of the trees swaying, the woman's voice has become more and more light and pleasant, like a soft and warm wool quietly wrapped around the heart.

For the first time, Jin Ting felt this kind of quietness without any sense of loneliness, and it was the feeling of companionship.

He couldn't see the appearance of a woman when she was sewing, but for some reason, he was sure that Ding Bao at this time must be a mixture of sunshine and rain and dew, sprinkled with warmth and refreshing moisture, he is used to being lonely for some reason, he likes it very much, really likes it, this afternoon feeling.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and he quietly turned his face to her.