Cross Situ Jing

?On the morning of New Year's Eve, Situ Jing rarely woke up early; but the soft pillow and bed sheets next to her were already cold.Obviously this is not going anywhere early.

Lying on the bed, she could hear her disciples faintly laughing and whispering something; she didn't expect to hear the existence of Yin Ji, and she couldn't hear Wuhua either, the sense of existence was too weak, or the sense of vigilance was too strong , but I could hear Dudu’s milky voice asking Xiong Niangzi if the Spring Festival couplets were posted correctly.

And exploited child labor.

But Situ Jing is really grateful to Mrs. Xiong.Once, his arrival made Situ Jing's frozen and silent life suddenly come alive.A person who can talk to you and bicker with you no matter day or night will bring news that is no longer limited to one village, and can bring a lot of appliances and leisure things that make Situ Jing feel that the quality of life is beginning to be hoped.

Of course, Situ Jing knew that besides the lifestyle of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, and Shenshui Palace’s terrifyingly quiet lifestyle of whispering and whispering except for practicing martial arts and reading books on weekdays, there must be leisure and fun things in this era .But she couldn't see it, and couldn't find it in her memory.

But Xiong Niangzi, who is proficient in common affairs and is quite proficient in eating, drinking and playing, brought her; he can still keep her company.

When Situ Jing stayed in the village before, the New Year's atmosphere was actually quite strong, probably because it was a village inhabited by Han people.On New Year’s Eve, early in the morning, you can hear the households next door starting to sweep, change door gods, hang Zhong Kui, nail peach charms, put up spring plaques, and the men have to open ancestral halls to worship ancestors... This is basically in the city. It's quite rare for Situ Jing to celebrate the New Year. Apartments in the city don't even have Spring Festival couplets on the door; but every time it comes to this time, she finds herself out of place.

Gathering together with the family, opening a shrine to worship ancestors, is indeed a collective behavior with a sense of belonging, and then buying New Year's goods to hang up in addition to the occasion; the first two years were really boring.Dudu was too young to speak, and he could skip a few words at most, and the kitchen helper went home to reunite.There are not many firecrackers in the countryside, and there are only a few sporadic sounds in my ears.

In fact, as a generation who grew up in a modern city, Situ Jing may not pay much attention to the Chinese New Year; even if it is New Year's Eve and New Year's Eve, as she grows up, the shops often do not close.There are peers around who simply play games all night and don't bother to go to the living room to listen to the old man talking.

But when she left the place where she grew up, her parents, relatives and friends no longer saw her when she looked back, and she always felt a little deserted during the New Year and holidays; but she could still see it when she opened the online video and bought a ticket.But in this strange era, she was once very wronged and uncomfortable.Overnight, she was alone, so she was glad that she could still raise the babbling Dudu next to her.

So even though she felt that giving birth in ancient times was too unsafe, she still chose to give birth to Dudu.When there are no relatives, it is not bad to have one by yourself.In the end, she had Xiong Niangzi, a generally reliable relative, and even her own biggest backer, Yin Ji.

Also because of Yin Ji, Miao Seng Wu Hua actually appeared in her life, and the blurred, lonely and cold image gradually became three-dimensional.

As usual, it was a good time to stay in bed. Situ Jing took out the basically formed wool scarf from the small drawer beside the bed and poked a few more stitches lazily.Hey, she has a lot of credit, and she decided it was time to show her extra virtuous and handy side!Really, combining the original girl's ordinary handicrafts and the scumbag handicraft of scarf weaving in middle school, the pure wool scarf she wove is so smooth and delicate that even she is moved.In the past, she could not practice martial arts to improve her ingenuity skills. She finally believed that the Eastern leader was the best in the world, and her hand embroidery can be superb. The hand-eye coordination ability has been greatly improved. Could it be that the human cerebellum has been stimulated to evolve?

As for why a scarf hasn't been finished yet, and there is no pattern at all... Situ Jing categorically said that it was slow work and meticulous work, and there were no classic styles.

Oh, as for the little clothes in the belly, Situ Jing said that it's better to forget it.A child's skin is so delicate, it's better to wear clothes with fine and reliable stitches; her scumbag handwork should be tossed and spent (huh), or it will grow stronger in the future and then become a disaster.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she could rest assured that she would harm Dudu, oh, no, it was to let Dudu feel her mother's full love.

Probably today is the time when this scarf, which has been delayed for many days, finally came out, and Situ Jing finished weaving it with super skill; then Wuhua just came in.Situ Jing believed that it was because it was her normal time to wake up.

Speaking of it, people in the martial arts are not afraid to dress in white, or pure white.

Situ Jing proudly showed him the scarf, then Wu Hua glanced and raised her eyebrows.Of course he had seen it before, when Situ Jing suddenly wanted to ask the herdsmen to sell her woolen thread.Although he never understood what the need for this was.But it can be seen that this is the female celebrity sample that Situ Jing thinks she can get the most out of. It is not understandable if it is not a pouch. The "scarf" is really intriguing.

Situ Jing thought that Wuhua was picking on its low technical content, and became angry from embarrassment: "Hey, this element is so in line with your taste. Moreover, it is very easy to see whether it is dirty or clean!" Using white is so witty.

Wu Hua followed her words and asked, "Then it's dirty?"

Well, Situ Jing wondered guiltily whether there was a substitute for wool detergent: "...do you dare to throw it."

Wuhua took it.Although successful martial arts practitioners are not afraid of cold and heat, they can still feel warm and cold, and need to keep out the cold and heat; the tentacles do feel soft and warm.But he still didn't know what it could do, even after hearing what Situ Jing had said.

But forget it, it was always something that Situ Jing seldom woven by hand.

But the most fortunate thing for Wuhua is that he didn't know what Situ Jing wanted to do, but he knew that Situ Jing, who could spend half a day in bed every day, would make a fuss about it. The thread of uneven thickness was rewound finely and sent to Situ Jing.

"Hey, do you know how to circle? I'll show you around." It's not that Situ Jing is boasting, she said that this is the most proud handmade product in her life, and the stitches are so beautiful that it can be sold in a jewelry store; as for whether she can Into the boutique...to discuss later.

As above, in view of the fact that this "scarf" has never been dragged out of the room by Situ Jing, and the left and right doors are also closed... Wuhua did not refuse after all.

After thinking about it, Situ Jing made the simplest style for Wuhua, with half in front and half around the back, and dragged Wuhua's soft and smooth hair in her hand to push the already thick long hair out of the scarf, so as to set off her The light-colored toga and long sleeves are not very out of harmony, but they are just as good as the fine clothes, and the essence of scumbag craftsmanship is still exposed.

Let's put it this way, even if the model has a good temperament, even Taobao goods can be worn with a sense of clothing; then the effect of famous brand designs on the upper body must be different from Taobao goods.But...Situ Jing looked at the simple but fine embroidery patterns on the corners of the flowerless clothes and the texture of the coarse cloth that was obviously different. Since when, this man who was used to wearing clean coarse cotton robes for many years was not fine cotton or silk. Woolen cloth.

She took off the scarf by herself, rolled it up in her hands a few times, glanced at her mouth, and muttered in frustration: "I'll try to knit it better." Don't even think about embroidery patterns, but solid-color ones are woven with the fineness of a precision machine. The expensive texture, she thought it was still possible now.But the wool is hand-kneaded after all, so it can't support her great goal; anyway, she has such good eyesight that she is not afraid of threading, so let's try another cotton thread that already has excellent quality, and there are different colors to choose from.

Wuhua took it from her hand again, without saying anything, just flattened and smoothed, the gesture was the same as the clothes that Situ Jing usually crumpled, then folded them a few times, and put them back into the drawer, but it was The ones with flower-free supplies; Seeing Situ Jing blinking her eyes and suddenly looked over with air, she curled her lips and said, "You should practice embroidery when you have time. But this kind of scarf is fine."

... This is to force her to use the cross-stitch skills at the bottom of the box, after all, Yuan's hand is no better than cross-stitch.

Grinding his teeth: "You can take it or not. I only have a scarf to give away." And I only give it in solid colors, it is so elegant and tasteful!

But she just happened to check out the craft in her mind from a picture textbook that was contemporaneous with her cross-stitch skills.Whoops, she doesn't know how to embroider, another day she can draw a base picture of a three-headed, cute little monk with big eyes and small mouth for others to embroider.Well, in order not to be misunderstood, let’s draw a little girl in ancient costume with big eyes and tender pink holding hands next to it.

Thinking about it this way, Situ Jing felt satisfied that she was still very talented.

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During the New Year's Eve dinner, Situ Jing saw the long-lost Nangong Ling.Nangong Ling is still the same Nangong Ling, even more active. With every move, Situ Jing seems to be able to imagine the style that the beggar gang leader standing in the grass and lakes should have, not the unweaned little milk who looks at her brother from time to time. Dog, seeing that Shi Guanyin is still absent from the retreat, he doesn't seem to care.

I don't know if this has something to do with Nangong Ling's prospect of occupying a seat in the small country in the Western Regions.

Or maybe he has never changed, but Situ Jing's perspective has changed subtly.

It's a pity that Wuhua didn't cook the New Year's Eve dinner, Situ Jing and Nangong Ling thought the same about this.Situ Jing's tongue was really spoiled.Obviously, the cook cooks a table full of real fish and meat that she has been thinking about day and night, and the roasted mutton is also well prepared with crispy, fragrant peppercorns. In principle, it should be her favorite kind, but She actually felt that it tasted greasy and dry; braised elbows in thick oil and red sauce, she actually thought the cute elbows were not just right, they were light and moist, they were meat, but not vegetarian... Well, maybe it was because she was pregnant.She comforted herself, pregnant women don't like meaty things.Although her appetite has been super good this time.

Not satisfied with eating.But fortunately, the room is still warmed with fermented glutinous rice balls produced by Wuhua, all of which are made of milk, glutinous and chewy; there are also rice cakes with various fillings, ahaha, placed in delicate bamboo baskets Li Yewen is in the steamer, all of them are miniature and exquisite, and they are so attractive to girls that they are outrageous.She is no longer a person who only knows that Zhixin rice cakes are delicious.

Yes, maybe I can cook a rice cake hot pot to reward her dissatisfied stomach.

Well, that's right, she said reservedly that the above is her annual all-night dessert; Michelin three-star snack treatment.

Some disciples have already brought together to light firecrackers and set off fireworks.It is estimated that Mrs. Xiong has a large house of dangerous and flammable materials in the house, and everyone who comes nearby will have a feast of eyes. They will definitely be able to watch the fireworks tonight.But the most exquisite ones must be left to Dudu himself.

And since Dudu set off the fireworks, even Yin Ji wanted to join in and take a look.So everyone left the gate of Shenshui Palace.

Probably because the New Year's Day is a special day, Situ Jing was always in a good mood, but when she saw Duduteng moving her petite body and nimbly licking the medicine thread and then jumping back, she didn't know what touched her. Her eyes suddenly became sore.

Immediately, "Fat Baby" twisted its body, and there was a "bang" sound, and a cluster of gorgeous light-like flame threads like ears of rice spurted out, straight into the night sky where there were already sporadic fireworks. Under the light of fireworks that were as brilliant as thousands of flowers and chrysanthemums, Situ Jing suddenly remembered that Dudu Road was not walking very smoothly, and staggered to the yard to see the scene of those few small and sparse fireworks.

"Fat Baby" not only sprays out this one, but the next one is even more eye-catching, which is more dazzling and beautiful like the graceful and glorious appearance of peonies.

But the night sky was sparsely lit after all.

A single flower does not make spring.

She smiled and thought of the more distant time and space, the night sky full of flowers on the outskirts of the city, the fireworks over the city square, and the dimly lit night sky illuminated by brightly lit lights all night long even if it is not a festival.

"What are you thinking?" Wuhua suddenly asked softly in his ear.Even though a set of firecrackers was lit again, who asked Mrs. Xiong to bring back several sets; Situ Jing still heard clearly.This reminded her that she was different. She still vaguely remembered the broken picture of talking loudly with her parents during the New Year's Eve in the suburbs when she was a child.

So, she said that she doesn't like New Year's Day very much; it always reminds her that she is actually a stranger in a foreign land, even though it is vaguely the same land, but the difference is the difference.

Even if she has relatives again, they are not her biological parents.Relatives and relatives are always different.Although she knew that she should treat Yin Ji and Xiong Niangzi better so that she could bear the cause and effect; but in her heart, she couldn't lie to herself.People's parents have always only had that pair.And she is so lucky to have a pair of parents who love her so much.

She left too soon.

She was caught off guard by leaving their lives.

Fortunately, they should still have time to have a little brother or little sister; but they have to work hard again from babbling and raising to studying, and then worry about the child's marriage and childbirth again.

They couldn't see that she was really married and had children.

"I thought of Jiangnan." Situ Jing sighed exaggeratedly, her voice was also not loud, but Wuhua could definitely hear it, "I was disturbed by you, so I didn't go until now."

Situ Jing, or that modern girl who is not named Situ Jing, is actually from Jiangnan.Although the concept of Jiangnan in the modern regional concept is not so clear, Yanyu Jiangnan has always been hazy.Although, when Situ Jing grew up, he never saw misty rain, only smog.

She looked at the fireworks in the night sky, and murmured the familiar little words: "Jiangnan is beautiful, the scenery is familiar to me in the past, the river flowers are red at sunrise, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you not remember Jiangnan..."

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But when I thought about it, I felt something was wrong, so I couldn't help but laugh out loud.In fact, she has never seen the green water in the south of the Yangtze River.So, has she really seen Jiangnan?

She felt that Wuhua kept looking at her again.

There are people everywhere, and Dudu is already excited to order another fat fruit; don't go too far, although she thinks kissing under the fireworks still sounds very sexy, she reaches out and grabs the hand under the sleeve of the flowerless robe, clenched .

Then Wuhua glanced at the place where their hands were clasped under their robes, and held her instead.

Situ Jing raised the corners of her lips and lowered her eyebrows. ?