Feng Nanshu sat up in confusion and looked at the table below, where there were soy milk and steamed buns, as well as a plate of pickles and red chili oil: “Wen Hui.”
Gao Wenhui raised her head: “Huh?”
“My academic uniform is missing.”
Feng Nanshu stretched out his hand and pointed to the crossbar on the right side of the table where clothes were hung.
The school issued bachelor’s uniforms yesterday, and she hung them there, but they are no longer available.
At this moment, the door of 503 was pushed open from the outside. Yuan Youqin walked in with a bachelor’s uniform and couldn’t help but hammer her knees.
“Nanshu’s mother is back?”
“I’m back. Let me tell you, their school’s supermarket doesn’t even have anyone selling needlework. They only sell weird things.”
Wang Haini’s mother smiled: “How can children nowadays do needlework? It’s different from our time. I guess they don’t even know what a thimble is.”
Yuan Youqin couldn’t help but smile, then sat on the chair below Feng Nanshu, took apart the sewing kit, threaded the needle and threaded it, and began to sew the shawl for the bachelor’s uniform.
When she came this morning, Feng Nanshu hadn’t woken up yet, and the academic uniform was hanging underneath.
Yuan Youqin picked it up and compared it, imagining how it would look on Feng Nanshu’s body. However, she found that the seams of the shawl were a little open, so she went downstairs to the college supermarket to buy needle and thread, intending to sew it up for her.
Needlework was really not for sale in school, so the salesperson searched for a set for a long time.
At this time, Yuan Youqin was sitting underneath, sewing clothes, and finally bit it off with his teeth, then raised it to take a look.
The morning sun shone on the academic uniform, bringing with it a bit of golden light, making the fiery red flowers on the shawl even more blooming.
Lindai has become rich in recent years and cannot spend all the funds, so bachelor’s uniforms are no longer recycled. They are basically sent out by those with deep pockets. They are also designed by themselves, which are particularly slim and beautiful.
But as he looked at it, Yuan Youqin discovered that there was a small face peeking out from above. It was fair and rosy, with a pair of bright eyes, a bit like a koala.
“woke up?”
“I thought I saw it wrong.”
Yuan Youqin reached out and pinched her little face: “His father and I came here last night, but we didn’t let Jiang Qin tell you. We said we wanted to give you a surprise.”
Feng Nanshu pursed her lips: “Brother is a bad person.”
“Come down and eat.”
“Auntie, where’s uncle?” Feng Nanshu climbed up from the bed and asked in a low voice.
Yuan Youqin hung up her bachelor’s uniform and reached out to hold her: “I am Nanshu’s mother today, so you can’t call her aunt, you have to call her mother.”