Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 60 This Purse...

Qin Boyi slowly turned around when he heard Song Qiange speak, but there was no Song Qiange, the little girl ran faster than a rabbit, and didn't even close the door.

Qin Boyi didn't think much about it, after all, no normal person would think that someone can disappear out of thin air.

He closed the door and went back to the bed.

Although the little girl only stayed for a while, the faint fragrance that remained made Qin Boyi's heart flutter and his chest feel hot.

Unable to fall asleep, Qin Boyi took out the purse that had been kept next to him.

This purse...

Every time he sees it, his heart will be hit hard.

The eyes follow the embroidery thread, draw one by one, look and look again and again, never get tired of it.

That day, because of the national mourning, the wedding could not be continued, so he could only send a wedding gift, and never thought about getting a gift in return, but the little girl had a heart, and when he passed by outside her yard, she threw the package to him through the window.

In addition to Supa sending lovesickness in the package, there is also this purse.

This mandarin duck, which looks like a watermelon, must have been embroidered by Song Qiange.

This girl's embroidery skills are beyond words!
Touching the faded embroidery thread lightly with his fingers, he recognized that it was the purse she hadn't finished embroidering ten years ago.

He remembered that Song Qiange had just learned embroidery at that time, and felt that threading was troublesome, so he always secretly pulled him along, and then threw the threading work to him.

Qin Boyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his daughter-in-law ordered her to do so.

It's just that after he finished his work, he found that Song Qiange had embroidered something strange.

Qin Boyi pointed to a white circle and asked, "Is this an egg?"

"This is a cloud, have you ever seen an egg fly into the sky?"

Qin Boyi asked the cyan object under the embroidered cloth: "Then this is grass?"

"It's a frog!"

Qin Boyi: "..."

Maybe seeing him smiling, Song Qiange was upset: "What are you laughing at? Is my embroidery not good-looking?"

Qin Boyi looked at Song Qiange and said, "It's beautiful!"

Although he was telling the truth, Song Qiange didn't believe it.

"Just wait, in the future I will be able to embroider quilts with mandarin ducks playing in the water, believe it or not?" Song Qiange raised his chin slightly, as if she would be angry if she didn't believe her.

"Mandarin ducks playing in the water." Qin Boyi was full of smiles, looked into Song Qiange's eyes and repeated, and asked, "Is it for me?"

Song Qiange's arrogant appearance immediately changed into that of a little girl. She lowered her head in a panic, pretending to be serious about embroidery.

Qin Boyi didn't expose her, and said, "Embroider me a purse."

Song Qiange was deaf, and only focused on embroidery.

Qin Boyi said: "It's hard to embroider a quilt. You can embroider a purse with mandarin ducks playing in the water first. When you become proficient, you can then embroider the quilt. We will use it when we get married, okay?"

Song Qiange still didn't speak, but turned around and straightened the embroidery thread, leaving only his back for Qin Boyi.

Qin Boyi was afraid that he would offend his wife by talking too much, so he wisely stopped talking.

He thought Song Qiange wouldn't take it to heart, but unexpectedly the next day she came to him to pick out floral cloths.

Song Qiange should still be shy, she didn't make it clear, but simply explained: "Pick one you like."

Qin Boyi picked out the cloth with wisteria pattern, which is Song Qiange's favorite flower, and the purse he brought with him is the best style.

After a few days, Qin Boyi couldn't hold back anymore, so he slipped over to look at Song Qiange's results, and it turned out——

Qin Boyi: "This mandarin duck... is a bit fat?"

He said it more reservedly, because he couldn't see what it was, but it looked a bit like a watermelon.

Song Qiange was very reasonable: "My mandarin duck is fat, do you have an opinion?"

Qin Boyi: "..."

(End of this chapter)