Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"Xiaojuan, Mom has made some clothes for you. Try them on and see if they fit you."

"Really? That's great, Mom, give it to me quickly, let me try it," Zhang Xiaojuan shouted impatiently.

"Don't worry, here you go." Zhao Shao handed her the clothes.

Zhao Xiaojuan took the clothes and immediately went into the house to change clothes. Five minutes later, Zhang Xiaojuan came out happily.

"Mom, does it look good?"

“Beautiful, exactly like in the picture”

"That's also because of my mother's good cooking skills!"

"Okay, stop flattering me. You're the only one who's sweet-talking."

"Mom, where's the other set of clothes?"

"Wait a couple of days. We have to do things step by step!"

"Mom, please don't work too hard. I don't want to tire myself out by making clothes for me."

"Stop being nagging and go have fun!"

"Thank you, Mom. I'm going to go play with my friends."

"Go! Run slowly," Zhang Xiaojuan's mother reminded.

Looking at Zhang Xiaojuan's receding figure, Zhao Fen couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Commander Jiang's youngest son can not only draw, but also design clothes. He is really a genius!"

In the early morning, the sun was bright and the air was fresh. Zhao Xiaojuan came to the square in a happy mood wearing the new clothes made by her mother. As soon as she appeared, she immediately caused exclamations from the girls around her.

"Jiang Yafei, look, Zhang Xiaojuan seems to have walked out of the painting!" a girl shouted excitedly.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yafei responded puzzledly, but still looked in the direction of the voice.

When she raised her head, her eyes suddenly widened - she saw Zhang Xiaojuan wearing the same clothes as in the painting, as if she had really walked out of the painting.

"Wow, I also want to wear such clothes, it's so beautiful!" Another girl looked at Zhang Xiaojuan with envy.

"Zhang Xiaojuan, are your clothes made according to the paintings?" a girl asked curiously.

"What nonsense! Of course it was made according to the painting, and it was done very well!" the person next to him echoed.

Zhang Xiaojuan was very happy to hear everyone's praises. She turned around happily and showed off her new clothes.

"This dress was indeed made by my mother based on the painting. Of course, the beauty of my new dress is mainly due to the good painting by Brother Weimin!"

"Hmph, you only say nice things." Jiang Yafei felt annoyed when she saw Zhao Xiaojuan's smug look.

All of a sudden, the girls gathered around to admire Zhang Xiaojuan's dress, which looked like a work of art. Zhang Xiaojuan became the protagonist in this beautiful scene, enjoying everyone's attention and love.

"My mother made two pieces for me, and the other one will be made according to the style of this painting," Zhang Xiaojuan proudly showed off the painting to her friends.

Her tone was full of pride and pride, as if this dress was the most precious treasure in the world.

"Xiaojuan, your mother is so amazing. My mother can't make such beautiful clothes."

"It's okay, I can ask my mother to teach your mother how to make clothes."

"Thank you, Xiaojuan. I'll go back and tell my mother."

Wang Liya looked at Zhao Xiaojuan who was surrounded by people, and a trace of jealousy flashed in her eyes. She looked at Zhang Xiaojuan's clothes with envy, and muttered to herself: "It would be great if I could wear such clothes!"

"Yes, sister, let's go home and ask mom to make two for us! They are so beautiful!" Jiang Yaning, who was standing by, excitedly pulled her sister's hand and said, with anticipation and desire flashing in her eyes.

Jiang Yafei seemed particularly decisive. She waved her hand and said, "Let's go home!"

Watching them leave, the remaining local children on the island showed envy in their eyes. They gathered around Zhang Xiaojuan and talked to her. Zhang Xiaojuan stood in the middle of the crowd, enjoying the envious gazes of the crowd, feeling extremely satisfied. She felt that she had become the focus, and this feeling made her intoxicated.

When Wang Liya saw this scene, she felt like she had lost something, and said to herself, "I'll ask my mother to make a few pieces for me so I can change into them every day." Then she turned around and ran home.

Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning ran back home excitedly. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Jiang Weimin painting with great concentration.

Jiang Weimin no longer needs to go to the square to paint for everyone. Jiang Yafei is now responsible for arranging the time and allowing them to come to his home in batches to paint.

If they only need to finish one painting, let them take it away. If they need to paint multiple paintings, they can come back tomorrow to get them, and then Jiang Weimin will continue to paint based on the first painting.

In this way, he doesn't have to go to the square every day and be surrounded by people to paint. After all, that feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Brother, the painting you drew walked out of the painting today." Jiang Weimin looked at her in confusion, wondering if his sister was hallucinating.

However, Jiang Yaning explained: "No, brother! Zhao Xiaojuan's mother made the clothes in your painting, and Zhao Xiaojuan looks really good in them!"

Jiang Weimin smiled and was secretly proud of himself: "Of course! I have been influenced by modern aesthetics. Although these designs are common in later generations, they were definitely novel and unique in the 70s. And I have studied the color matching of clothes."

As he thought about it, he deliberately asked, "Can Zhao Xiaojuan's mother really restore the clothes I drew completely?"

"That's right! My sister and I came back specially to ask mom to make a few for each of us!" Her eyes were sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

At this time, Jiang Weimin was filled with a sense of accomplishment. He knew that his designs were recognized not only because of their uniqueness, but also because of the desire and pursuit of fashion in this era. And he just happened to be the one leading the trend.

"How many? Do you want to tire your mother to death?"

"None of your business. Is mom home?"

"Today, Auntie went to Uncle Ding's house to wash the sheets, and Mom is cooking in the house."

"Let's go find mom." The two of them ran into the house in a hurry.

"Mother."

"Mother."

Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning kept shouting, each one louder than the last.

"Why are you yelling? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Mom, please help us make some clothes."

"Whatever you want to do, aren't the clothes you are wearing new?"

"No, mom, Zhao Xiaojuan's mom made the clothes in Jiang Weimin's painting. They look so beautiful."

"Let's talk about that later. I'll cook first, and you guys come over and pull the bellows."

Jiang Yaning and Jiang Yafei walked over reluctantly after hearing what their mother said.

"Mom, after we finish pumping the bellows, you can make clothes for us!"

"We'll talk about it later. Don't negotiate with me."

Jiang Yaning and Jiang Yafei looked at each other and knew that this was not going to be easy, so they had to continue pulling the bellows.

"Mom, let me tell you, Zhang Xiaojuan looks so cool in the clothes my brother drew for her. How come the clothes are so beautiful?"

"Her clothes are beautiful. They are beautiful because they were painted by Jiang Weimin. Mom made them. They will look beautiful when we wear them."

Jiang Yaning and Jiang Yafei continued to pump the bellows while flattering him, and at the same time they fantasized about wearing the painter's clothes.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning started talking to their mother about making clothes again.

"Mom, look at this album. The clothes in it are so beautiful!"

"Yes, Mom, please make two or three sets for each of us!"

"Two or three sets? You two together need four or five sets. Do you want to tire me to death?"

"Oh, Mom, no! You're so good, you'll definitely be able to finish it quickly."

"No, each person can only make one set at most."

"Mom~"

"It's no use calling me that. If you keep talking to me about the conditions, I won't make any for you."

"Okay, then that'll be fine."

Seeing their mother's firm attitude, Jiang Yaning and Jiang Yafei had to compromise. But they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts: "What a stingy person, she only made one set for us."

"Sister, sister, let's choose quickly. Don't choose the same one, otherwise you won't be able to wear it in the future and I can still wear it." Jiang Yaning said to her sister with a smile.

Jiang Yafei gently poked her sister's forehead and said, "You clever little girl, you have such a nice idea." As she spoke, she began to choose carefully.

After a while, Jiang Yafei pointed to one of the drawings and said, "Let's choose this one." Jiang Yaning also said, "Then I'll choose this one."

The two sisters smiled at each other, then turned to their mother and shouted, "Mom, we have chosen everything, please help us make it!"

However, Anjie replied helplessly: "You two little girls are only thinking about good things. Even if you want to make new clothes, you have to take your time. There is no cloth at home now. I have to wait until tomorrow to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy cloth before I can start making it.

I have never made the clothes you chose before, so I have to ask Zhang Xiaojuan’s mother for advice on how to make them.”

"Well, when can I wear new clothes? I'm so envious!"

"Don't think about it, go back to your room and do your homework!"