Chapter 1288 (1/2)

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Jiang Ziliang's face turned red slightly, a little embarrassed.

Yang Zimei looked at his wrist and then at his own.

They all wear the same things. They are really like lovers.

If you are seen by an outsider, you will have an idea.

They are masters and apprentices, not lovers. What should we do?

”I have a way. Wait a minute!”

Zhen Zi, who has been silent, suddenly opens her voice.

Yang Zimei doubtfully saw that she took out the sewing box and the black cloth from her bag, sat on the stone bench beside her, and began to thread the needle and thread.

I have to admit that it's quite charming to watch Zhen Zi go through the needle.

Zhenzi has a quiet temperament and a lady's demeanor. Her fingers are flexible in threading needles on black cloth, which makes people quite ancient ladies.

Yang Zimei thought of how clumsy he had learned to do needlework with her before, and felt more and more that Zhenzi was magical.

However, Zhenzi is really amazing.

She is like a master of all trades. She can get out of the hall and the kitchen. She is as strong as an ox.

Zhenzi's behavior attracted Jiang Ziliang's attention.

He thought of his mother again.

In young memory, his mother often sat like this, making new clothes for him.

Although there is no shortage of money at home, there is no shortage of good-looking new clothes to buy outside.

However, every piece of clothing that he used to wear, even small socks, was knitted and sewn by his mother, with a unique style, which was praised by many people.

Looking at Zhenzi's downcast face, his hard heart like a stone suddenly swept by a feather, which produced some strange emotion.