After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 131 Didn’t Turn into Stone Today (32)

"It's okay, you did a good job, thank you Ding Bao."

Ding Bao pursed his lips and smiled, walked to Jinting's side, lifted his skirt and squatted down, leaning in front of him, watching him brush the carpet little by little.

After such a brushing, the old and cracked carpet was even more devastated. There were many debris and debris in the corners, and most of the places near the legs of the tables and chairs were worn out with holes.

Ding Bao sighed softly when he saw him working so hard for nothing.

"If you brush like this, the stains will be cleaned, and the carpet will be wiped away by you."

When Jinting heard this, the brush in her hand paused for a moment, and continued in the next second, her movements becoming more and more gentle.

It can be seen that he has taken great care of this carpet, but there is no way, as time passes, everything will dissipate.

Except for the carpet, he took good care of everything in the castle. It was clean and bright. Although it was simple and vicissitudes, the owner's intentions could be seen from every table and chair.

After a long silence, Jinting whispered.

"It was my mother's favorite thing when she was alive."

Ding Bao looked at him seriously, seeing a layer of sadness shrouded in his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

"Well, how about I help you sew and mend it?"

"no need."

Jinting refuses without hesitation.

"Then do you want to look at the things left by your mother, which are as tattered as they are now?"

"you"

"Don't worry, when I was at home, I was best at sewing. My father was able to sell me a few more copper coins because the master took a fancy to my craftsmanship."

Ding Bao talked about his past in a calm tone, without sadness, blame, or even any negative emotions, just like saying that the weather is good today, flat and relieved.

In this way, the two sat together by the dead fireplace, mending things alone, and drinking tea quietly.

This is an extremely soft wool carpet. We can see the care of the maker. There are no stitches in each joint. Although the patterns on the carpet can no longer be seen clearly, you can still feel the freshness of it when it was new. Complex and colorful.

Ding Bao uses wool products of similar texture to sew. A small needle thread moves up and down flexibly in her hands. Every piece of sewed place is different from old and new, and there is no trace of splicing at all. .

She patiently hid the dense stitches in the soft wool, stitched them piece by piece and cut them little by little. The warm sun in early summer hit her body gently through the floor-to-ceiling windows. With the sound of the rocking chair swaying gently, the woman whispered. Low softly hummed a soft and quiet tune.

There has never been such a sound in the empty and lonely castle for many years. It is a kind of peaceful tranquility, a sense of the flow of time and tranquility. With the afterglow of the setting sun and the swaying shadows of the trees, the woman's voice becomes more and more intense. It is light and pleasant to the ear, as if soft and warm yarns are quietly wrapped around the heart.

It was the first time for Jinting to feel this kind of tranquility without any sense of loneliness, the feeling of companionship.

He couldn't see the appearance of a woman when she was mending, but for some reason, he was sure that Ding Bao at this time must have the appearance of a mixture of sunshine and rain, overflowing with warmth and refreshing moisture, he who is used to loneliness for some reason, liked it very much, I really like it, the feeling of this afternoon.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, he turned his face quietly and approached her.

(End of this chapter)