Chapter 1851 Tell a Story 1
"The city of Beijing is not too close to this place. Does Uncle Zhou have relatives here?" Xiao Zijie asked.

Zhou Yan smiled, "There are no relatives, but there are some friends."

Han Xiaoye doesn't like to go round and round, "Let's not talk about these meaningless things, it's a waste of time! Uncle Zhou, you should know us?"

"Han Xiaoye, Xiao Zijie." Zhou Yan answered Han Xiaoye's question directly using their names.

"It seems that Uncle Zhou knows our family very well." Han Xiaoye frowned, "But we don't know anything about you, Uncle Zhou."

"What do you want to know?" Zhou Yan asked.

"If I want to know everything, Uncle Zhou, will you tell me everything?" Han Xi also said bluntly.

"Not necessarily." Zhou Yan looked at the ink landscape curtain hanging on one side, "I can tell you if you can. I know...you are all juniors that Ming Zhi likes."

"Why don't you drink tea? The taste is very good, you should like it." Zhou Yan looked at them and said.

Han Xiaoye pursed her lips, took a sip from the teacup, then put the teacup down, "I drank it, tell me!"

Zhou Yan looked at Han Xiaoye's eyes full of charity and nostalgia, "You and Mingzhi are very similar in temperament!"

"Yes." Han Xiaoye nodded, "My parents are both busy, so I grew up with my grandma. My grandma would often tell me about my aunt, and she would always accompany me when she was not busy. The more you get in touch, the more you will look alike, right?"

She moved her chair and stood next to Xiao Zijie, and looked sideways at the curtain over there, "Did my aunt embroider this?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yan nodded proudly, "Isn't it beautiful? Mingzhi's hands are very skillful, and many things don't need to work hard. You can get started with just a few glances! When I came here, I took my mother with me. I bought a handkerchief, but because of some accidents, the handkerchief was lost, so Mingzhi embroidered this curtain for me."

Xiao Zijie looked at the curtains, and then thought about how the pattern would look on the handkerchief... The handkerchief must be pitch black, right?

Han Xiaoye can understand Zhao Mingzhi's thoughts, "My aunt probably thinks that the handkerchief is too small, so it is easy to lose it, and the curtain is a big one, so it is easier to store. She enlarged the ball on your handkerchief and put it on the curtain ?”

As she said that, Han Xiaoye walked towards the window and touched the pattern on the curtain with her hand.

The style of this curtain is very ordinary, but it can be understood if you think about it casually. At that time, it was estimated that buying cloth and using cloth tickets, it was very difficult to be different.

Even if my aunt is skillful, it will take a long time to embroider such curtains.

"My family used to have a door curtain that was a little smaller than this one, and it was also embroidered by my aunt, but it was colored!" Really, is it great to embroider a curtain for you?Does her family have something too?
And my aunt Zhao Mingzhi not only embroidered curtains for their home, but also made clothes and shoes!
Naturally, Zhou Yan would not have the knowledge of a jealous child, "Let me tell you a story!"

Han Xiaoye leaned against the wall, hugged Zhizhi who crawled into her arms, and checked to see if the little coal ball and the little fox were naughty, then nodded, pretending to be listening carefully.

Can she not be serious?

Isn't the purpose of their sneaking here is to learn about aunt's past and help aunt find happiness?
Of course, the premise of all this is happiness!
(End of this chapter)

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