Being scolded by her relatives like this, Liu Wenying wanted to get out of the door, but she didn't dare.

"Auntie, that's the case, I found a job, processing some head ropes, just to bring my own sewing machine, my aunt also knows, where do I have the money to buy a sewing machine, but I can't always hang like this, all I want to ask my aunt to lend me the old sewing machine in your house, and I will return it to you when I buy a new one."

At this time, my cousin-in-law Su Mei came out of the house and said with a smile: "Oh, my relatives said that I haven't paid it back, so let's do it, what about this sewing machine, someone wanted to buy it for fifty yuan before, but my mother was reluctant, but you are my cousin, my mother will definitely be willing to do it." You can give thirty dollars and take it. ”

Liu Wenying looked at her aunt, and said ashamedly and embarrassed: "Auntie, I can eat all the food now, where is the money?" ”

"You use it first, and then you can bring the money when you earn it, and you won't need thirty, twenty." Aunt glanced at Su Mei, with a warning in her eyes, Su Mei leaned against the door frame and snorted coldly, but did not speak.

Liu Hua said to Liu Wenying again: "You and your brother should find something to do, don't live your life in a daze." ”

As soon as I walked to the door with the old sewing machine, I heard my cousin-in-law complaining in a weird way: "Mom, you are so soft-hearted, and people will not appreciate it when they are developed." ”

Softhearted? Appreciate? Liu Wenying only thought it was funny. Forget it, people are poor and short-minded, and they have to bear any anger.

The two families were not far apart, and it was only half past three when they moved the sewing machine into their room with a sweat.

Liu Wenying began to practice threading, she was actually not familiar with the sewing machine, but she only knew the general way to use it.

In the evening, the eldest brother came in with a bowl of rice and gave it to her, and saw that her hand holding the bowl was trembling, and the eldest brother didn't say anything, sighed and went out.

Liu Wenying hastily finished eating, lit a kerosene lamp and continued to practice, and did not fall asleep until the second half of the night.

The next day, Liu Wenying got up and washed her face with cold water, and practiced threading for more than an hour before carrying the sewing machine out.

As soon as they walked into the alley, the eldest brother came up to take over the sewing machine, and the brother and sister went to Yang Liu's house in silence.

Yang Liu got up early to brush his teeth and wash his face, and when he came back from washing, he saw that the water was boiling, fished out the hard-boiled eggs, and put the soaked sweet potato vermicelli into it to cook.

Zhong Fangjing, who was next door, opened the door to wash, and just saw Yang Liu scooping up the vermicelli and putting it in a big bowl, and the smell of lard was still wafting in the air, so he couldn't help but sniff it.

She is twenty-three years old this year, and she and Lin Zhiyu entered the school as teachers, she is beautiful, tall, and a little arrogant.

Lin Zhiyu came back with a porcelain basin, smiled politely at Zhong Fangjing, and then stood sideways and waited for her to pass, Zhong Fangjing rolled her eyes with disdain and walked away with her head held high.

Yang Liu stood behind and looked funny, Lin Zhiyu was puzzled: "I didn't offend her, right?" ”

"She can live alone in a single dormitory, which must be a bit of a factor. Some people are like that, they feel too good about themselves, ignore her, and next time we pretend not to see it. ”

After eating, Yang Liu took out a white shirt and black trousers for him to wear, the clothes fit very well, Lin Zhiyu was originally elegant, and this dress looked even more upright and handsome.

"So handsome!" Yang Liu leaned in and kissed Lin Zhiyu, Lin Zhiyu always felt that Yang Liu had become much gentler, and couldn't help but get tired of it for a few minutes before going out.

Putting the sewing machine at the door of Yang Liu's house, Liu Wenzheng frowned, obviously not optimistic about his sister's matter, but he was used to being silent, patted his sister on the shoulder and left.

Liu Wenying pulled her clothes a little nervously, raised her hand and knocked on the door, and knocked on the future for herself.