Fortunately, Pei Xuan has been busy in the past two days, even during the day, he is rarely at home.

In this way, it is convenient for Song Shu.

Taking advantage of his absence, Song Shu pulled Yan and learned to make clothes.

"Mother, how did you get here? Why can't I understand it? ”

Song Shu's eyes were about to be pulled out, but when she turned her sleeves, she still didn't understand.

Looking back at Yan's, Yan's hand just held the scissors, and it was done in two clicks.

If you look at her own, the whole thing is not like it.

Thanks to Song Shu, she still has self-knowledge, so she first practiced with rags, otherwise she would not be able to cut such a good shape if she used all the cloth.

Yan Shi looked at her handwriting and couldn't help but hide his lips and chuckle.

"Mother, you're still young."

Song Shu pouted, her face full of boredom.

Why are you so stupid?

"You're just too anxious, look, put the scissors here, just follow the imprint, calm down and try again?"

Song Shu breathed a long sigh of relief, she closed her eyes and was silent for a long time before picking up the scissors again.

She didn't believe it, she couldn't do this little thing?

Anyway, she is also a scientific researcher, and if she can be stumped by a dress, she will have no face.

This time, Song Shu was cautious, looking at the corner place, she held her breath and stared, for fear that she would come out with a big mouth again.

With her movements, a beautiful bend was finally cut.

Only then did Song Shu dare to breathe.

She gasped: "Mother, look! Isn't that what it looks like? ”

Yan looked at it and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, Shu Niang is really smart, isn't this a good thing?"

Song Shu smiled, a little proud: "It's better to be taught by my mother, otherwise I won't be able to figure it out, but it's done here, what should I do next?" ”

This fabric can be cut, Song Shu took advantage of the good feeling and immediately cut out the fabric she needed.

Song Shu watched with satisfaction as she figured it out.

"Mother, quickly teach me what to do when I come down."

Yan picked up the fabric in his hand, took the needle and thread in his hand, and taught him stitch by stitch.

"Look here, this is the place that is most likely to crack, you should be careful, fix this place first, and then talk about sewing these subtle places one by one, like this."

Song Shu looked at it carefully, and she didn't dare to blink her eyes.

I have to say that Yan's work in hand is too good, and Song Shu is dumbfounded.

Holding the rags of the test, I tried it several times, but it was not as good as Yan's at all.

But looking at it, it still looks like that.

"What do you think?"

Song Shu puffed out her cheeks and hummed: "This thing is too difficult, mother, how did you learn it in the first place?" ”

Hearing her say this, Yan covered his mouth and smiled.

"This thing is just diligence can make up for clumsiness, do more, and naturally it can be like this."

It's easy to say, but Song Shu knows that this is very rare.

Song Shu sighed.

"Mother, it's really difficult to make clothes, before, you were really hard."

Hearing this, Yan smiled with relief: "Where is Shu Niang, for the mother, how can there be no one who does not make clothes for her son and husband, but Shu Niang doesn't matter, our family is not short of you to do this." ”

For fear that Song Shu would think too much, Yan made up for it later, but he didn't care about Song Shu at all.

"I don't believe it, this thing can still stump my genius!"

Yan Shi looked at her like this, and no longer bothered, seeing Yan Qing's eyes looking over, looking like he wanted to play, Yan Shi hurriedly stared at him.

Pei Xuan didn't come back all day, and Song Shu was making clothes in addition to cooking and eating.

I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to do it well, so I tried it on the rag several times, and only after I felt that I could still see it, I started on the fabric.

Every stitch and thread is Song Shu's own mind.

Several times when she pricked her hand, Song Shu grinned in pain, but she endured it.

Seeing that it was dark, Song Shu took the fruits of her labor and looked at the clothes in her hand with great satisfaction.

"Well, that's good! It's me! ”

Although some details are still distorted, if you don't look carefully, you can't see anything if you don't look closely.

"How is Shu Niang?"

Yan walked in, and saw that the clothes in Song Shu's hand, stitches and so on, were already in shape.

"Yo, Shu Niang's skills are good, when my mother first made clothes, she was not as good as Shu Niang."

Song Shu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows when she heard this, and said, "Really? Mother, don't lie to me. ”

"Naturally, it's true, Shu Niang's craftsmanship is good, I believe he will like it."

Hearing this, Song Shu snickered twice.

That's fine, it's not in vain that she was pricked with needles so much, if Pei Xuan doesn't like it, she is really holding back her anger.

"Mother, hasn't he come back yet?"

Yan Shi also looked up at the outside, frowning: "Xu has something to delay, it's okay, there have been before, he is a big man, there will be no accident." ”

Song Shu nodded, and didn't think much about it, she hid her clothes well, so that Pei Xuan would not come back to see it.

"Yanqing has already slept, Shu Niang, you also rested earlier, it has been cold for the past two days, and the charcoal basin in the house is burning, so you don't need to save it."

Listening to Yan's nagging, Song Shu kept smiling.

Such a heart-warming nag, even if she listens to it hundreds of times, she will not get tired.

"Yes, I know what my mother said, and my mother should rest quickly, don't hurt your body."

Yan smiled and returned to the room.

The candle flame was shaking in the room, and Song Shu was ready to go to bed after cleaning, and her mind was full of what the clothes would look like after they were ready, and she couldn't help but snicker.

Drowsiness hit, Song Shu's eyes couldn't hold it anymore, and she was about to fall asleep, when she suddenly heard a rush of footsteps outside.

Although the footsteps were very soft, Song Shu still heard them.

The drowsiness immediately dissipated, she sat up, wrapped herself in her clothes, got out of bed, and stood in the doorway, hearing a heavy wheezing.

Oops, it can't be a bandit, right? Or is Wen Tianyi coming to make trouble?

Just as he was thinking, there was a short knock on the door and Pei Xuan's voice sounded.

"It's me."

Song Shu's heart suddenly let go, she let go of the wooden stick in her hand and opened the deadbolt.

"Xianggong, why did you come back at this time?"

As he spoke, Pei Xuan had already entered the door.

His forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his steps were staggering, but the night was dark, and Song Shu didn't notice this.

Pei Xuan groped to the edge of the bed and sat down according to his memory.

The large amount of wetness on his chest made his vision blur a little.

Song Shu lit a candle and walked over: "Xianggong, but the things outside are over, you ......"

"Xianggong, are you injured? What's going on? ”

"Be quiet, don't let your mother hear it!"

Song Shu didn't care about anything else, she immediately put down the candle, and she pulled away Pei Xuan's clothes.

On Pei Xuan's chest, a wound the size of a copper coin was bleeding at this time.

And Pei Xuan's face was blue and very infiltrating.