Brother Xia's favorite

Song Chen felt that Wu Xingye's recent behavior became more and more weird. Song Chen finally took some free time during part-time work every night, took out a stick and needle to ponder, and Wu Xingye sat with his legs crossed like a young master. Next to him, pointing fingers at Song Chen non-stop.

"What color wool did you buy?" Wu Xingye looked disgusted, "Is it gray and ugly?"

Song Chen was too lazy to talk to Wu Xingye, and seriously inserted the needles and threads. It took a long time to weave a small path, and the weaving was crooked, and the gap between each stitch was extremely uneven.

A senior who came to buy water couldn't stand it anymore, and pointed to Song Chen's gesture to correct it: "Song Xuedi is wrong here, use your index finger to pick up the thread."

Song Chen couldn't help wiping the thin sweat off his head and sighed: "Hey, this is too difficult, much more troublesome than studying. How do you weave here, senior sister? Is this kind of pattern difficult to make?"

Wu Xingye moved his head closer, and commented on the pattern Song Chen pointed to: "What did you choose, Song Chen? Did you wear it for the old man? The rhombus is too ugly. Pick the one with two lines."

Song Chen really wanted to send Wu Xingye eight big characters, it's none of your business, just stay aside.But considering Wu Xingye's purchasing power in the bookstore, Song Chen swallowed silently and held back.

A group of girls chattered around Song Chen, teaching Song Chen their experience in turn, and teaching Song Chen to weave a scarf hand in hand, pushing Wu Xingye, an idler, to the side.Wu Xingye was unhappy, and pulled the people away one by one with each hand, covered his face in front of Song Chen, stretched his arms around Song Chen: "Is it hot to be surrounded so tightly?"

Song Chen raised his head inexplicably, and stared at Wu Xingye with a puzzled face: "Brother Xingye, what are you doing to keep others out? Can you teach me how to knit a scarf? If you can't, just go and stay there. Don't mess with me here."

Wu Xingye was about to get angry, and a senior sister covered her mouth and laughed: "Oh, Xiao Wu, what are you doing so nervous, Junior Song? We won't eat him. Who did you weave this scarf for, Junior Song? Wouldn’t it be for Xiao Wu?”

Song Chen pursed his lips and smiled mysteriously: "I won't say."

The people in the bookstore laughed teasingly, Song Chen's expression was no different from that of a little girl who has lost her head in love.Song Chen's cheeks flushed slightly from the smile, and his black and white eyes became clearer and brighter.

Wu Xingye rested his hands on his cheeks and tilted his lips, looking at Song Chen with great interest. Although the scarf in Song Chen's hand was indeed not flattering, Wu Xingye seemed to be able to see the taste if he looked slowly. up.Song Chen's idea was to insert a gray-blue diamond-shaped pattern into the light gray background, which was a little dull, but it might be good for Wu Xingye to match with the heavy dark coat in winter.

Song Chen had been knitting for almost two months, and Wu Xingye waited anxiously for two months, watching with his own eyes that Song Chen went from being in a hurry to practice makes perfect later on, putting down the needle to make drinks, picking up the needle to weave patterns, from two fingers wide to Woven to a length of one meter.In the middle of the light gray cashmere scarf is a gray-blue rhombus pattern. Song Chen secretly wove a few letters on the back of the scarf. Every time Wu Xingye wanted to take a peek, Song Chen covered it. Scarves are not shown.

Song Chen touched the thickness of the scarf, tried it around his neck, and then nodded in satisfaction.Now that it's winter, Xia Yifeng can just use it.

When Song Chen was hiding in the corner of the bookstore secretly calling Xia Yifeng, Li Feng happened to be there.Li Feng pretended to be carelessly arranging the bookshelves, but actually eavesdropped on Song Chen's phone call with his ears pricked up.

Song Chen glanced at Li Feng whose back was turned to him, then lowered his voice and asked Xia Yifeng: "Brother, what are you doing?"

There was some panting in Xia Yifeng's voice, as if he was busy loading things at the other end: "Get ready to leave the car, Song Chenchen, I'm helping with the loading, wait for me for a while, I'll tell you about it in another place."

Xia Yifeng tilted his head and clamped the phone between his face and shoulders, called out to the workers in the factory to take care of him, picked a windy tree and wiped his hands on his body, then picked up the phone and smiled softly : "Okay, let's talk, Song Chenchen, don't want to die every time you call, don't get tired of people."

Song Chen also smiled lightly, Li Feng quietly turned his head to look, Song Chen's eyes were so gentle that water could overflow.

"I really miss you brother, I really miss you." Song Chen nervously picked at the bookshelf on one side, and asked Xia Yifeng expectantly: "Brother, are you coming back this Spring Festival?"

Xia Yifeng didn't think it through yet, so he took it vaguely: "Let's see when the time comes, if you have something to say, hurry up, Song Chenchen, they are urging me to go on the road."

Song Chen snorted twice, and quickly asked Xia Yifeng's address: "Brother, according to the address you mailed the clothes to, can you receive the things I send you?"

"Yes, that's my boss's house." Xia Yifeng was a little curious, "Song Chenchen, what do you want to send me?"

Song Chen was mysterious and refused to say anything, just kept laughing, and told Xia Yifeng by the way: "Brother, it's getting cold, wear more clothes."

"Understood." Xia Yifeng smiled and lowered his eyes, "I'm done, you're fine."

After making the phone call, Song Chen was still a little excited, wandered around the bookstore twice, picked up the scarf that was placed behind the bar, and planned to go out.Li Feng couldn't hold back anymore, he looked at Song Chen's gossiping face: "Song Chen, who did you call just now? I heard goosebumps almost popping out, look at your stickiness!"

Song Chen hugged the scarf and laughed happily: "I'm on the phone with my brother. Brother Li, I'm going to the courier to post something. You can look at the store first."

Li Feng waved his hands while muttering: "It's your brother, those who didn't know thought it was your wife."

When Song Chen returned to the bookstore after posting his things, he happened to bump into Wu Xingye wandering around the store as if he was looking for something.Song Chen looked at Li Feng in a daze, Li Feng shrugged and said that he didn't know anything.Song Chen put his hands in his pockets and watched Wu Xingye find the cashier from the bar in silence. In the end, Wu Xingye found nothing and asked Li Feng angrily: "Where is Song Chen's scarf?"

Li Feng was taken aback, then turned to look at Song Chen.Song Chen was also at a loss, opened his mouth and replied in surprise: "Sent it out? What's the matter, Brother Xingye?"

"Sent it?" Wu Xingye was even more surprised than Song Chen, "Can't you send it in person? Why send it?"

Song Chen smiled helplessly: "I think so too, isn't that why I can't give it out?"

Wu Xingye frowned tightly: "Is there anything I can't give you?"

After a while, Wu Xingye seemed to have figured out something again, and the corners of his lips were raised triumphantly: "Song Chen, Song Chen, you have a lot of thoughts, it's interesting that you can't do it in person. Ah Song Chen."

Song Chen's head was full of question marks, but before Song Chen had time to ask out his full of doubts, Wu Xingye had already dragged him out of the house shaking his head like [-] million people.