This mountain is mine

"Okay!" Zhou Lingjun happily agreed when he heard that Zhao Yixin wanted to learn to be a female celebrity.He took out the cloth and needlework from the box, and began to teach Zhao Yixin how to cut the cloth.

"Master, who taught Master this craft, she looks very skilled." Zhao Yixin asked while watching Zhou Lingjun cutting the fabric.Zhao Yishen was very curious about where Zhou Lingjun learned female celebrity, he seemed very skilled.

"Your teacher's father taught this. Your teacher's father was a famous embroidery man in Cangzhou before he got married." Cheng Hao said leisurely, "Your teacher inherited the talent of your father-in-law."

"So that's the case, then I have to learn from my wife." Zhao Yixin smiled, and then he got all the energy to watch Zhou Lingjun's demonstration seriously.

"Make the clothes first." Zhou Lingjun said while laying out the cut fabrics, and then threaded the needles.

When doing these things, it is completely impossible to see that Zhou Lingjun is a mentally unsound person.Moreover, inexplicably, it also makes people feel reverent and serious.

"Next is sewing." Zhou Lingjun took the needle and thread and began to sew. "Be careful, the needle hurts."

What Zhou Lingjun meant was to tell Zhao Yixin not to prick his hand, otherwise it would hurt.

Zhao Yixin understood what Zhou Lingjun meant, and followed Zhou Lingjun's steps carefully.

Although Zhao Yixin was already very careful, as a novice, he still got stuck with needles from time to time, but luckily it didn't hurt very much.

Zhao Yishen staggered and sewed a short section, and couldn't help laughing when she looked back, the stitches were crooked, sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, and it was ugly.

"Master, look..." Zhao Yixin laughed because of his poor technique.

"..." The talented Zhou Lingjun had never seen such a stitch before, and couldn't think of any words to describe it.

"Yixin, your movements are too fast, you should do it slowly, one stitch at a time." Cheng Hao, who was watching, saw Zhao Yixin's problem, and reminded him.

"What the master said is true." After Cheng Hao's reminder, Zhao Yixin also realized his problem.It was because he was a little impatient and wanted to sew a section, so he didn't care about how well the sew was.

Knowing where the problem was, Zhao Yixin removed the thread and re-sewed it.This time, he took stitches slowly, deliberating each stitch for a long time before taking it.

In this way, the effect is much better.Although the speed is very slow, it can be sewed well.Zhao Yixin looked at her work and couldn't help feeling proud.

"It's not bad this time." Cheng Hao also praised him.

Zhao Yixin looked at the dense stitches in his hand, he could see every stitch clearly.Suddenly, Zhao Yixin thought of a line in the poem "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, and the clothes on the wandering son".

Although he is not a loving mother, his feelings for his children are the same as those of thousands of mothers in the world, who always want to give their children the best.

Zhao Yixin couldn't help stroking her belly, trying to feel the presence of the babies.But because the fetus has not yet started to move, Zhao Yishen can only feel the swollen belly.But even so, Zhao Yishen still felt the happiness of being a father.

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Here, Zhao Yixin makes clothes for the baby.But Shen Yangqing, who was busy with work, returned to the room but did not see Zhao Yixin coming back for a long time.

"Where did you go?" Shen Yang Qing wondered, while going out to search.

Shen Yangqing guessed that Zhao Yixin should be at Cheng Hao's place, and sure enough, as soon as he arrived at Cheng Hao's place, he saw Zhao Yixin sewing non-stop with a needle and thread.

"Yo, Yi Xin, your husband is here." Cheng Hao saw Shen Yang Qing coming, and his words were teasing.

"You go back first, I don't have it yet." Zhao Yixin raised his head and said, but he quickly lowered his head and continued to work.

Shen Yangqing, who was chased back by Zhao Yishen with only one glance, didn't say a word, but stood still, as if Zhao Yishen would not leave unless Zhao Yishen left.

Seeing this, Cheng Hao had no choice but to say: "Yixin, it's time for a lunch break, so come back in the afternoon."

"Okay." After hearing Cheng Hao's words, Zhao Yixin realized that he was a little sleepy, so he stopped his hands and got up.

"Take these back to practice your hands." Cheng Hao said, looking at the fabric and needlework in Zhao Yixin's hands.

"Then I'll leave first, so I won't disturb my master and wife's rest." Zhao Yixin took his things and said goodbye, and went back to the room with Shen Yangqing.

As Zhao Yixin walked, he showed Shen Yangqing the little clothes he made with great interest.

"Yang Qing, what do you think?" Zhao Yixin asked.

"Very good." Shen Yangqing took the unformed little clothes from Zhao Yixin's hand, and looked at them carefully.

"I hope the babies will like it." When Zhao Yixin said this, he was already imagining how the babies would look in the clothes he made by himself. They must be very cute.

"They will like it, this is made by their father." Shen Yangqing said.

"That's right." Zhao Yixin smiled cheerfully. "But I have to make two sets once I do it."

Because there are two children in her belly, Zhao Yixin has to make two copies. This is not a small challenge for Zhao Yixin who is not very skilled.What a sweet burden.

"I'll help you." Being a female celebrity is very troublesome, and Shen Yang Qing couldn't bear Zhao Yixin's trouble.

"You know how to do it?" Zhao Yishen thought it was a novelty, Shenyang Qing is a big man who can be a female celebrity, I'm afraid no one will believe it if he tells it.

"Yeah." Shen Yangqing nodded, "I sewed and mended the clothes of the third child when I was young."

As Shen Yangqing, the oldest child in Yunyin Village, there are more than twenty younger brothers under him.So as the boss, he has to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of them.Children are naughty, and their clothes will inevitably be torn, which is all done by him.Anyway, Shen Beihe's gang of adults can't be counted on, Shen Yangqing can only learn by himself.

"Amazing." Zhao Yishen looked at Shen Yangqing with disbelief, this man is all-rounder.

"It's nothing. I did a lot when I was young, so it will happen naturally." Shen Yang expressed his humility.

For some reason, a miniature version of Shen Yangqing sewing clothes with a needle and thread appeared in Zhao Yixin's mind, surrounded by children with bare buttocks one after another, clamoring for him to mend clothes.

"Pfft!" Zhao Yixin was amused by his own imagination, he couldn't help looking at Shen Yangqing, imagining how he would shrink.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yangqing didn't know what Zhao Yixin was laughing at.

"It's nothing, I just miss the way you sewed clothes when you were young." Zhao Yixin stopped smiling and said.He guessed that Shen Yangqing also had a facial paralyzed face when she was a child, with a little baby fat on her face, she was very cute and well-behaved.But he has no expression on his face, and he sews lovelessly, surrounded by a bunch of little kids.

"..." Although she didn't know what Zhao Yixin had imagined, Shen Yang Qing felt that it must be a bad picture, otherwise Zhao Yixin wouldn't be smiling so happily.

"I'm so sleepy, let's go back quickly." After yawning, Zhao Yixin quickened his pace, usually he was already sleeping at this time.

"En." Hearing this, Shen Yangqing held Zhao Yixin's hand tightly, and strode forward with him.