He’s Super Sticky

Ready to get married?

The doubt on Bai Chen's face was so obvious that Biqing saw it at a glance. She was taken aback for a moment, and a thought flashed through her mind.

"Master doesn't know?" Biqing has been here for many days, occasionally going out to do laundry and talking with people in the village, so she naturally has some understanding of Bai Chen's past.

At this time, she only thought that Ruan's family was too squeezed and exploited Bai Chen, which led to him not knowing what he was now.

Biqing felt a little distressed, and explained to Bai Chen carefully and patiently.

"This is the custom of our Shu country. Whether you are a brother or a girl, you need to sew the wedding dress yourself when you marry. It represents a happy and happy life after marriage in the future. It is said that the embroidered wedding dress is more beautiful. , The life after marriage will be more harmonious, the husband and wife are so affectionate and have many children, and the husband's family also looks at the wedding gown to distinguish whether the daughter-in-law is skillful and industrious." Biqing said.

Bai Chen tilted his head slightly.

Listening to Biqing's words, he also extracted this information about marriage from the memory of the original owner.

However, the countryside is not so particular about it. Most of them are embroidered with a beautiful red hijab. Farmers are more economical and the red cloth for marriage is more expensive. Besides on the day of marriage, it is almost impossible to wear it at other times, so the wedding dress Usually you buy cotton cloth of your favorite color and embroider it with a few beautiful patterns, as a wedding gown, you can visit your relatives in the future, and you can wear it again during the holidays.

The relationship between Bai Chen and Zhao Yan does not need these foreign customs to prove, but since he is in the hometown, he doesn't mind following the customs.

Moreover, this kind of meaning represents the beauty between the two, and Bai Chen is even more happy and takes it seriously.

He asked Biqing enthusiastically: "Can you teach me how to make a wedding gown?"

Biqing smiled, "Of course it can."

Bai Chen immediately put down the medicinal materials to be processed in his hand, and Biqing went to find needlework and hand-training cloth.

Biqing first started to teach by cutting clothes. Bai Chen is a little white in this respect, but he is serious. Although his talents are very different in this respect, according to the template given by Biqing, when it gets dark, he is finally A complete piece of fabric can be cut out.

When Zhao Yan appeared in the evening, Bai Chen showed Zhao Yan the fabric he had cut beautifully, and said in a tone of flaunting praise: "Look, I will cut the clothes, and I will let Biqing teach tomorrow. I am needlework and I will make you a dress in the future."

His eyes were shining, looking at Zhao Yan expectantly.

Zhao Yan smiled slightly, his heart soft and full, and there was no gap filled by Bai Chen's smile and acting like a baby.

He stretched out his hand to embrace Bai Chen, did not stop Bai Chen's enthusiasm, and followed Bai Chen's intentions and said: "Baby is really amazing, the clothes made by the baby must be the best clothes in the world."

Bai Chen raised his head proudly, and took a bite on Zhao Yan's chin: "Of course."

"But, baby, be careful. The needle is so thin. You must hold it well. Don't hurt yourself. If you hurt yourself, your father-in-law will be angry and unhappy." Zhao Yan pinched Bai Chen's now more delicately raised In the palm of his hand, squeezed his fingers, exhorted.

Bai Chen nodded and responded obediently.

The next day, confident Bai Chen picked up the needle and began to thread the needle under Biqing's instruction.

Biqing's hands are very clever, the needle and thread in her hand are extraordinarily docile, just like her other hand, where to sew, and after Bai Chen got the needle, he reversed the spirit of the front. He has never lost in the sword and sword dance, but now he is defeated on a small embroidery needle.

Either the thread was entangled into a knot, or he accidentally stabbed his finger, and the stitches he sewed were twisted and crooked, not at all as good as the fine and flat stitches on Biqing's hand.

Bai Chen frowned tightly, looking at the cloth and needlework in his hand as if he was facing an enemy, with a serious attitude and a little reluctant to admit defeat.

"hiss"

The fingertip of the index finger was accidentally pierced by a needle, Bai Chen's face instantly tangled into a ball, a little angry and pitifully put his finger in the mouth to lick and suck.

Biqing on the side looked at Bai Chen and felt so distressed. This is not the first time that Bai Chen pierced his finger. One morning, after the two of them sat in the room and began to take the needle and thread, the voice did not stop. .

Bi Qing put down the needle and thread in her hand, pulled Bai Chen's hand, and watched that the pad of the index finger became red, and it was also covered with dense pinholes, and thin bloodshots gushing out from it.

"Master, let's go to school another day, I'll get some ointment to apply on you." Biqing's brows tangled into a ball, and quickly got up from the stool after speaking, and looked for Zhuo Lang in the yard to get a bottle of ointment.

Zhuo Langzhong heard that Bai Chen's hand had been stabbed because of needlework. Although he was a little confused, he still gave Biqing the best wound medicine.

Biqing also didn't notice the weird look on Zhuo Langzhong's face, so he quickly trot back to give Bai Chen medicine after taking the wound medicine.

As soon as he ran back, Biqing saw that Bai Chen was holding the needle and thread while he was sewing the clothes. He straightened up his face, stepped forward, and snatched the needle and thread in Bai Chen's hand: "The young master is hurt. How come you are still busy with your needle and thread."

Bai Chen is not angry either, Biqing is doing him good: "I think I can do a good job."

Bai Chen justified himself.

Biqing sighed, took Bai Chen’s finger and applied the wound medicine, and said, “Needlework cannot be learned overnight. The young master shouldn’t ignore his body like this, not to mention that he won’t be able to hold his hand if he is injured. Needle, it is said that Young Master Zhao will feel distressed if he sees it."

I don’t know which sentence convinced Bai Chen. After that, Bai Chen did not pick up the needle and thread anymore, but moved the stool to Biqing’s side and looked at Biqing embroidery carefully, and Biqing patiently explained one by one. .

When Zhao Yan appeared in the evening, he really found a pinhole on Bai Chen's fingertips. He was distressed and angry: "I didn't agree to it yesterday, so why is it hurting like this today?"

He was distressed, holding Bai Chen's fingers and blowing, trying to blow away the pain on Bai Chen's hand.

Bai Chen was a little guilty: "Yes, not careful."

Zhao Yan hugged Bai Chen and looked at him seriously: "You are not allowed to touch needles and threads in the future."

Bai Chen was anxious: "I said I would make clothes for you."

"That's also based on the condition that you won't hurt yourself."

"But I am a novice."

Zhao Yan stared at Bai Chen: "No, you can see that your fingers are swollen."

Bai Chen Jiao Jiao crawled onto Zhao Yan's body, printed a wet kiss on Zhao Yan's lips, and rubbed Zhao Yan's arms coquettishly: "Don't be aggressive with me, your fingers hurt quickly. It will be fine. I will be careful later. I want to make clothes for you, and I will make my own wedding gown."

Zhao Yan was almost bewildered by such Bai Chen and responded, but he broke away from Bai Chen's temptation in time and tried to maintain his serious face: "No, I won't be able to touch it anymore. My clothes can be touched directly. Buy it online, and I've already asked someone to customize your wedding gown."

Bai Chen puffed up his face a little angrily: "Why are you doing this? Brothers in this world always make wedding dresses by themselves, and I just want to make a dress for you. I haven't made any dress for you yet. He climbed down from Zhao Yan and turned away from Zhao Yan: "You are fierce to me, I am angry, I am very sad now."

A small mouth was also pursed high, almost pitifully tight on the oil bottle.

Zhao Yan leaned forward and looked at Bai Chen with his back to him. He suddenly softened his heart when he saw Bai Chen’s grievances. He sighed, and first accepted: “I’m not good, I shouldn’t be fierce. Baby, don't be upset baby, okay?"

Bai Chen pouted and said nothing.

Zhao Yan helplessly hugged Bai Chen: "If the baby wants to touch the needle and thread again, then wait until the injury on his hand is healed, but next time you hurt yourself like this, then you will never touch it."

With permission, Bai Chen immediately laughed and rubbed against Zhao Yan's arms coquettishly.

Zhao Yan rubbed Bai Chen's head: "Little villain, now I know that I was bombed, and I know I can't bear it."

Two days later, Bai Chen's fingers were finally fully healed under Biqing's stern gaze, and he was allowed to touch the needle and thread.

It's just that he is really not talented in needlework, and even the value is negative, but after a while, he was pierced with a few more pinholes.

Biqing, who had been solemnly instructed by Zhao Yan, immediately took the needle and thread in Bai Chen's hand and did not allow Bai Chen to touch it again.

It was the first time that Bai Chen encountered such a difficult problem that he could not overcome. He refused to admit defeat. He wanted to continue, but was severely stopped by Biqing. The two were bargaining, and there was a lively noise outside the house.

Then the closed courtyard door was knocked.

Zhuo Langzhong changed into a new cyan gown, the whole person was neatly taken care of, and he walked out of the room radiantly. Biqing took a look and suddenly recovered from the needle and thread teaching, remembering what day it is today, and immediately I didn’t pay attention to Bai Chen on the side. He stuffed the things in his hand into the basket on the side. He pulled Bai Chen back to the room, and told Bai Chen that no one would call him out. Then he closed the door and stepped forward. Standing on his legs, he ran to Fuzhuo Langzhong and sat down in the yard. Then he sorted out his clothes and walked over to open the yard door.

As soon as the door opened, you saw Zhao Yan’s handsome face, and behind him were several red wooden boxes of carts, all of which were tied with red silk, and even the horses pulling the carts. With big red flowers, uniformed servants stood beside the cart, with beaming smiles on their faces.

On both sides of this battle, there were many villagers watching the excitement. Most of them went to work in the fields or mountains, with farm tools on their shoulders. At this time, they all stopped and looked at Zhao Yan. There were also excited discussions about the red wooden boxes on the carts, and not far away there were many villagers coming here who heard the noise and came to see the excitement.

Ruan Ah Ma was wearing a festive red dress and a big red flower on his head. He cheerfully took the sugar to the surrounding villagers and children. He said festive and auspicious words. The villagers and children who had received the sugar also responded. With words of blessing.

Seeing the door opened, Ruan Ama handed the sugar in his hand to a servant on the side to let him continue to divide. He raised his hand to fix the big red flower on the top of his head, and walked forward quickly. Called up, I'm happy to come from Zhao's family. Can everyone Zhuo be here? Zhao Langjun is here to propose a marriage!"