Inside, song Xijiao put the dragon blood hairpin into the drawer. Since Zhong Chun doesn't want to let her know, she doesn't want to explore the answer. This is her trust in him and her respect for him.

Just when sleeping, the bottom of my heart is always vaguely worried.

It must be no small matter that Zhong Chun can be so out of control.

If it is solved as soon as possible, I don't know whether it will lead to any disaster sooner or later and break the peaceful and beautiful life now.

And what are the things he said that need to be dealt with? Why do you have to marry her?

With these questions, song Xijiao gradually fell asleep.

It rained suddenly in the night, accompanied by lightning and thunder, which awakened many people for a time.

As soon as Zhong Chun opened his eyes, he got up and closed the window. After thinking about it, he went into the room again. Seeing that the window was already closed, he went to the bed again. It was funny to see song Xijiao curled up in a small group.

Sleeping really heavy However, this is also because of the tired during this period of time, coupled with the morning's "exercise", it is difficult to sleep well.

He helped song Xijiao cover her thin quilt, touched her cool cheek, printed a gentle kiss, then got up and sat down at the table, opened the drawer, and took out the dragon blood hairpin.

Through the lightning, looking at the bright red color, his eyes flashed hatred, indifference, and finally, all turned into light warmth, smoothed in the heart.

Unexpectedly, this dragon blood hairpin will fall into song Xijiao's hands.

At the beginning, when the mother said that she would give the hairpin to her daughter-in-law, she probably didn't expect to have this day. What he thought was lost eventually fell to his wife.

In the dark, maybe there is providence!

The next morning, the rain had not stopped, but it was a little less.

What song Xijiao hated most was rainy days, because the coir raincoat and bamboo hat were just decorations, which could not prevent rain. The umbrella made of bamboo leaves and bamboo shoots could only keep out the light rain. The rain was a little severe, and it was immediately smashed and drenched.

If it is better in winter, a piece of sheepskin and cowhide is sewn under the coir raincoat, which can resist a little bit. But in summer, it is sultry. If you put on a piece of leather, you still don't cover the prickly heat? So more people would rather wear raincoat to leak.

If only there was an umbrella.

All of a sudden, her eyes lit up. Isn't there a kind of umbrella called oil paper umbrella?

Now that she has bamboo paper, what is the difficulty of making oil paper umbrella?

It happened that she didn't want to go out on a rainy day, and there was no business in the store. She simply took out a few pieces of bamboo paper and studied it. There are many kinds of bamboo paper after her transformation. There are thin and thick, soft and hard, and various colors. It is not difficult to make all kinds of beautiful paper umbrellas. The difficult thing is how to make waterproof oil paper.

There are many kinds of oil. The vegetable oil you eat is definitely not good, not to mention that it can't stick to the paper. If it sticks, it won't be dried in the sun, so it can't play the role of isolation and protection.

In addition, there is tung oil for ink making. This kind of oil is quite good. Since ink making writing can be adhered to paper, it must be good to apply it directly.

Thinking of this, she immediately found a bowl of tung oil, with a small brush on the front and back of a piece of paper, put it to the window to dry. After about a cup of tea, she came to wipe it gently, and the surface of the bamboo paper really became smooth and tough.

She took the oil paper and put it in the rain. After about half an hour, she took it in again. Although there was a lot of rain on one side, the other side was still dry and unaffected.

Is that what success means?

She was overjoyed and immediately began to design.

The umbrella stand can be made by Zhong Chun. For the umbrella surface, Zhong Chun can also write a word and make a simple painting. As for her, she is responsible for applying tung oil. Thinking of this, she immediately found Zhong Chun and told him what she thought.

After hearing this, Zhong Chun could not help admiring.

How many ghost ideas are there in this little head? Can you think of it all?

He sat down at the table, picked up his pen and asked, "what do you draw?"

Song Xijiao thought for a moment that she could not keep the first umbrella for herself. She had to give it to a person who had an identity and who often haunted large families and could attract other women to follow suit.

After thinking about it, Lin Wan'er is the only one who belongs to this person!

She doesn't know what Lin Waner likes, but she knows that Lin Waner wants to marry a good family. If she wants marriage, she draws it for her. So song Xijiao said: "painting peach blossom."

Zhong Chun eyebrows a Lin, think of Ling Ziqing in Jinzhou bamboo paper farm yard of peach blossom, dissatisfied with a look at her: "why draw peach blossom?"

"Oh, it's a long story. You just paint."

"How long?" "In Huizhou, I don't need to go up the mountain. You can say it slowly."

Song Xijiao didn't know what kind of madness he was taking, so she had to listen to it. She had to tell him what she had talked to Lin Wan'er yesterday.Hearing that Lin Wan'er was interested in Hu que, Zhong Chun finally showed a few smiles on his face and said, "Lin Wan'er and Hu que are very well matched."

"Do you think so?" Song Xijiao leaned over his shoulder with a smile, "I also want to fix them up! Lin Wan'er is beautiful and generous. She has a good temper and likes to talk. Hu que is a bit frivolous, but she has a good nature and knows how to be proper. They will be very happy when they are together. It is... "

Zhong Chun saw that she said half of what she said, but he couldn't help but wonder: "what is it?"

"The last time I came to Huizhou, Lin Wan'er said something about her and her cousin in front of Hu que. I don't know if Hu que would mind."

"Mind?" Zhongchun didn't care, "he's in love, and he has a lot of romantic debts in Jinzhou City. There's no right to mind. "

"Romantic debt? Why don't I know what kind of romantic debts I have? "

As soon as Zhong Chun's voice fell, Hu Que's voice rang out at the door.

Song Xijiao's hair stood on end. She said bad things about others behind her back. It was hard for her to be caught. She immediately got up, kept a certain distance from Zhong Chun, and said to herself, "he said it, it has nothing to do with me!"

Zhong Chun just lowered his eyes and pretended that nothing had happened and continued to paint.

Hu Que's face was ugly. Song Xijiao asked, "do you believe that?"

When song Xijiao saw the look of Hu que, she didn't dare to believe it. She immediately shook her head like a rattle drum: "don't believe it or not, don't believe it!"

Hu que was amused by her funny appearance, half seriously and half jokingly, and said, "Xijiao, I told you that although I often haunt the streets and alleys in Jinzhou, I guarantee with my personality that I have never done anything more than half the time, nor have I ever had anything with any woman, let alone the so-called romantic debt. I'm clean and upright! "

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