I have 1 after wearing the chronology

The light in the room was not very bright, so Chen Yongyang turned on the light for Chen Wan.The dim yellow light shrouded Chen Wan's body, making his facial features softer. Chen Yongyang's eyes gradually fell on Chen Wan's face uncontrollably: "Little uncle, you are so pretty."

Children's standards for distinguishing between beauty and ugliness are very subjective and are not affected by any external factors. If they like it, they are good-looking, and if they don't like it, they are not good-looking.

"Thank you." Chen Wan graciously accepted his little nephew's compliment. He is indeed good-looking, so there is no need to be humble.

Facts have proved that whether the patch looks good or not depends entirely on the skill of the needle holder, and has nothing to do with the front and back.

The thread in the sewing basket was only black and white. Chen Wan cut the rags into the shape of a panda head, sewed two back and forth along the edge with black thread, and sewed out eyes on the top, center, and bottom of the circle. nose and mouth.

The last stitch was on the inside of the trousers. Chen Wan cut the black thread and turned the trouser legs over: "Put it on."

"Wow!" Chen Yongyang touched the panda's head on his knee curiously. Although he had never seen such a cartoon image, it didn't stop him from marveling, "What is this?"

"Panda head." Chen Wan answered the child's question, and Chen Yongyang asked what a panda is. Chen Wan dismissed Chen Yongyang with a universal phrase, "You will know when you grow up."

Chen Yongyang didn't feel that Chen Wan was perfunctory him, but he was more and more looking forward to the adults' world.

"Second sister, look at the panda head my little uncle sewed for me!"

Chen Yongyang couldn't wait to show off the patterns on his knees.

"Sister, look at the panda head my little uncle sewed for me!"

"Mom, look at the panda head my little uncle sewed for me!"

From the main room to the kitchen, Chen Yongyang's voice never stopped. If he hadn't eaten right away, he would probably go to the little friend's place again.

Chen Xing didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of curiosity. Chen Lu was not as calm as her, and the little girl looked at Chen Wan eagerly: "Little uncle, can you sew a panda head for me too?"

Chen Wan treats the three juniors equally, Chen Yongyang has some, and of course the two sisters are also indispensable.

The two of them had no clothes to sew, so Chen Wan asked them to bring their schoolbags and sewed the panda head onto the schoolbags.

Chen Lu smiled with crooked eyebrows, obviously very happy. Although Chen Xing's performance was not as loud as hers, it could be seen that she was happy.

Zhou Mei was a little surprised by Chen Wan's craftsmanship. She has been sewing and mending for so many years, and this is the first time she saw someone make a patch with a new idea. If she didn't say anything, she would think it was an existing design.

Chen Yongyang's trousers were stained with dust, and Zhou Mei changed him into clean ones when he went to school the next day.Zhou Mei refused, so he rolled around on the bed, howling that if Zhou Mei didn't let him wear it, he wouldn't go to school today.

Zhou Mei had no choice but to slap him on the buttocks, and returned the dirty pants to him: "Put them on, your classmates will laugh at you as a butcher."

Pig butcher here has two meanings, one is the real pig butcher, and the other is to describe people who don't like to be clean and are dirty all over.

Chen Yongyang didn't care, he had a panda head, and it was too late for his classmates to envy him, so how could they laugh at him.

Goudan's name is Chen Yongguang, the grandson of Chen Jinjin's fourth uncle, and Chen Yongyang's cousin.But the two children were born at the same age, and Chen Yongguang is not as tall as Chen Yongyang, so Chen Yongyang often calls him a dog in private.

Chen Yongguang's house was ahead, and he was standing by the side of the road with his schoolbag on his back, waiting for Chen Yongyang.

"Dog—" Chen Yongyang was about to blurt out the word dog, but changed his words when he saw the woman who turned out behind him, "Brother Guang, morning fourth grandma."

After Chen Yongyang shouted, he dragged Chen Yongguang and ran away. He didn't stop until he felt that Chen Siniang could not hear their voices: "Damn, look at me!"

He bent down and pointed to the panda head on his knee: "Is he handsome?"

Panda head can't be described as handsome, it can be considered cute at best, but if a boy wants to stand out, he must be handsome.

"Handsome." Chen Yongguang satisfied his vanity, "But I won't return the marbles to you."

"I didn't ask you to pay it back." Chen Yongyang was in a good mood, he didn't care about him, he seemed generous, as if he wasn't the one who lost.

When he arrived at school, Chen Yongyang successfully introduced the panda head to all his acquaintances, causing many children to go home and ask their parents to help him sew the panda head.

Parents asked what a panda head is, and the child gestured: "A round head with two ears, eyes and nose."

Good comprehension ability, relying on the description to sew almost the same, more similar in spirit but not in shape, round but not completely round.According to Chen Yongyang's appraisal, none of them could compare to the ones that Chen Wan sewed for him.

Chen Wanchao breathed a sigh of relief, getting used to the air-conditioning and heating, and deeply felt the power of the cold winter in the south.The temperature hovered around ten degrees at the end of December. His fingertips were red with cold, and his fingers were so stiff that he could hardly hold a sewing needle.

The cotton cloth was cut to the corresponding size according to the design drawing. Without a sewing machine, he could only sew it by hand stitch by stitch.

After her palms were slightly warmed, Chen Wan continued to make clothes.

All the fabrics went where they should go, and the messy and chaotic ink marks showed a unique beauty in Chen Wan's hands. Black and white, deep and light, were properly connected.

Those ink blots no longer seemed to be the result of a mistake, but an elaborate design.

The closer it was to the end, the more fortunate Chen Wan was. Fortunately, Zhou Mei didn't realize it at the time, otherwise this piece of cloth would not have fallen into his hands—it's not easy to make clothes if it's black and white, and it's fine to dye it all black.

As the saying goes, those who are fans of the authorities, the incident happened suddenly, and they didn't turn their heads at that time.

"Hiss—" the needle tip was inserted into the pulp of the finger, and scarlet blood instantly gushed out and stained the white collar. Chen Wan sucked in her finger and caught the rust-like smell on the tip of her tongue.

The blood dripped into the fabric, like a red plum. Chen Wan dipped in water and wiped it repeatedly, leaving faint traces.

Enduring the dull pain at the needle point, Chen Wan finished the finishing work. He shook off the thread on the T-shirt, held it up and looked at the sun.In order to hide the stitching marks as much as possible, Chen Wan controlled the stitches to a millimeter, so that she almost went blind from the stitches.

With the advancement of sewing technology in later generations, pure hand sewing has become a symbol of high-end. Chen Wan squeezed his sore shoulders and missed the sewing machine in the studio very much.

If it doesn't work, just give him an old-fashioned sewing machine from this era!

He, designer Chen, designed, cut, and sewed it himself. This T-shirt, no matter what, can be considered a high-end item, right?

Chen Wan was having fun while looking at Zhou Mei's half-empty sewing basket, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Does he count as a prodigal who used his own things to secretly subsidize his sweetheart?

Fortunately, rags were not worth much, so Chen Wan thought to himself that if he came across rags that didn't cost tickets at the next fair, he would help Zhou Mei grab some more.

Chen Wan was not in a hurry to return the sewing basket to Zhou Mei, he always maintained the novice persona, and "slowness" made sense.

In addition, he was waiting for a reason, a reason to give the clothes to Xu Kongshan.

The finished T-shirt was tried on by Chen Wanwan. Except for its size, it had no flaws. Putting it on Xu Kongshan, the only flaw would become an advantage.Imagining the effect of Xu Kongshan wearing it.Chen Wan's recent fatigue and pain are no longer there.

Folding the T-shirt and putting it next to the pillow, Chen Wan stretched.

"Liu'er, don't sit in the room all the time, be careful of hurting your eyes." Zhou Mei took out the sweet potato buried in the stove, and patted the ash off the skin with left and right hands, "Come out and eat a roasted sweet potato for a rest."

The steaming roasted sweet potatoes exuded a sweet smell. Chen Wan sat on the fire bench and ate the roasted sweet potatoes while absorbing the remaining heat from the stove. The temperature of the stove warmed his whole body.

Wanting to sit here all day, Chen Wan was greedy for the temperature of the stove, and moved the fire bench closer to the stove.

Zhou Mei chopped two lettuces from the vegetable patch, peeled off the skin and cut them into slices on the cutting board.

"Want the fire now?"

Chen Yongyang's three siblings didn't eat at home at noon. With their foot strength, they had to go back and forth for nearly two hours, which was not enough time for a lunch break.So Zhou Mei would fill their enamel jars with rice and vegetables in the morning, hand them over to the cafeteria at school, and they could have hot food at noon.

"Burn it." Zhou Mei patted a few cloves of garlic, and picked three dried chilies and cut them off.

Chen Wan took out a match and ignited the dry pine needles, and sparks exploded.

It was really warm, Chen Wan stared at the fire in the stove, he couldn't describe in words what kind of color it was, neither red nor gold, gorgeous and warm.

The water at the bottom of the pot gradually evaporated. Zhou Mei scooped up a small piece of snow-white lard with a spatula and melted it in the pot. The temperature of the oil gradually increased.

swoosh-

The stir-fried lettuce slices come out of the pan quickly, with red and green colors, which looks extra appetizing.

The rice was cooked yesterday, mixed with yellow corn flakes.The fields in Ping'an Village grow everything, from wheat to rapeseed, to corn and sweet potatoes, and there is no gap throughout the year.

No way, people have to eat.The land can't stop for a moment, the fertility is pulled out by the crops, and it becomes poorer every year. If you want to have a good output, you must keep up with the fertilization.

When Chen Qianjin came back at the meal time, Zhou Mei picked up her apron to dry her hands: "I'm going to call you, is the ground ready?"

"It's finished, so why don't you grow radishes?" Chen Qianjin washed his face and poured water into the drain behind the kitchen with a basin.

"Well, there are more varieties. If you can't finish eating, you can soak sour radish."

When the two of them talked about the planning of the private plot, Chen Wan couldn't get in the way, so she listened silently, which felt fresh.

After dinner, Chen Wan opened the original textbook and began to combine the two memories to prepare for the college entrance examination next summer.

If he wanted to completely change the fate of Xu Kongshan and the Chen family, staying in Ping'an Village was not the right way, he had to go out.In the era when you still need a letter of introduction for travel and accommodation, passing the college entrance examination to develop in the city you want is the fastest and most stable way, there is no one.

Perhaps putting aside emotional factors, he could use the power of Chen Jianjun in the army to arrange for Xu Kongshan to join the army, but he couldn't.

He didn't want Xu Kongshan to go to the army to suffer, and once Xu Kongshan went to the army, how could he sleep with Xu Kongshan, no, live.

That's right, Chen Wan is that straightforward, he didn't work so hard to chase someone because he was a widow.

The author has something to say:

Chen Wan: As I said, I'm greedy for his body.