Isn't life just spent in such a day-by-day waste?

While the scissors in his hand were cutting along the lines, the servant walked in with a box in his hand.

"Old lady, Mr. Yan has sent something again."

Long Qingxin's hand paused, then continued to crop, and said lightly, "Put it there." ”

"Yes, old lady." The servant put the box on Long Qingxin's workbench and asked, "Old lady, don't you still see Mr. Yan?" ”

"Nope." Long Qingxin replied quickly, I don't know if he was telling it to the servant, or if he was afraid that he would regret it temporarily.

"Then I'll go back to Mr. Yan." The servant nodded, turned and walked out.

After she left, Long Qingxin was still 'calm' cutting the material, her face was light and light, and she didn't even move the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

Outside the house.

The servant walked to the door, and sure enough, he saw Yan Youcheng still standing on crutches.

"Mr. Yan, it's windy here, so you'd better go back first." didn't directly say that Long Qingxin didn't want to see him, but this answer meant the same.

Yan Youcheng listened, although there was a disappointed expression on his face, he didn't have any obsession, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

He sighed lightly before he said, "It's been cold lately, so let's use the heating in the house as soon as possible." Also, don't keep letting her go to the horse farm to wander around, be careful of catching a cold. ”

After speaking, he looked into the depths of the gate again, and then turned around and left in disappointment.

The maid was also sad to look at.

During this period of time, Mr. Yan always came to deliver things every once in a while, either in person or by sending someone, but every time the old lady did not see him, although he accepted all the gifts he sent, none of them were opened and seen, let alone returned gifts......

After sending Yan Youcheng away, the servant went back to his life, "Old lady, Mr. Yan has already left." ”

"I see, let's go down." Long Qingxin was measuring the size, his brows furrowed very tightly, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

The servant can go back.

The tranquility of the studio.

But Long Qingxin couldn't calm down anymore at the moment, and he measured the size several times, but it was always wrong.

Throwing the ruler irritably, Long Qingxin took a deep breath and turned to look at the box that had been on her workbench.

After a long silence, she walked over and opened the box.

What was delivered today was a delicate blue cloth.

Long Qingxin reached out and touched it, and immediately knew that this was a high-grade fabric from Belgium.

Diamond powder is mixed into wool yarn and spun into 150 wool fabrics to achieve a luster that is unparalleled by any other product.

Knowing that she likes to make clothes, he digs his heart and looks around for these top-quality fabrics.

However......

Such intentions came thirty years late.

Long Qingxin put the fabric back, closed the lid, and placed the box under the workbench.

Under the workbench, there were countless such boxes stacked large and small, all of which were sent by Yan Youcheng.

She never let the maid clean the corner, and she never touched it herself.

It's like a little dark room hidden in her heart.

It has become a part of her life, but she has been excluded from daily life.

You can't throw it away, you can only hide it.

The deeper you hide, the better, and it's best not to uncover it again in this life.

clothes, categorically, I don't have the heart to do it anymore.

Long Qingxin sighed lightly, and instead sat in front of the window, looking at the pool of lotus flowers and lotus leaves that had already withered at his feet.

Facing the wind, I unconsciously shed tears.