But the other party knew the password of the door lock in her room, so it was natural to come in.

"Why are you here?" she stood up suddenly and said.

"Come here when you're empty," he said, "Don't you like seeing me here?"

"No!" she said quickly, "It's just that when you come...well, you can say hello to me in advance so that I can be mentally prepared."

"Why do you need to be mentally prepared?" he asked.

"..." He Zixin was speechless for a while. OK, just do whatever he wants! "It's nothing, it doesn't matter if you don't say hello."

He looked at her and said after a moment, "What are you doing?"

"Ah?" She was stunned, and then she noticed that his eyes were on the sewing machine, "I plan to make two pillows."

"Pillow?"

"Yes, there are only two pillows at home, I'm missing a little, and I plan to make two more. Today I bought some ragged fabric from the fritters market and the cotton core inside the pillow. What do you think of this fabric? Do you look good?"

But he said a little strangely, "Why do you have to do it? Can't you buy it directly?"

"If you do it, it can be cheaper, and you can also choose the fabric you like." She said, "Anyway, this one is done very quickly."

As she said that, she sat down again. Her sewing machine was the old-fashioned one. It was used by her mother before. Later, after her mother passed away, she tried to use this sewing machine to sew some things by imitating her mother's appearance.

Seeing He Zixin skillfully stepping on the sewing machine pedals and falling needles onto her already cut fabric, Yi Qianci’s mind flashed with the scene from his childhood.

At that time, before the Yi family found him, her life was not easy. Her clothes and pants were torn, short or small, and she helped her repair them.

She was only two years older than him. At that time, she struggled to step on the pedal of the sewing machine with one foot and the other foot to stand on her body, and then repaired her clothes with the old sewing machine.

And the sound of the needle falling from time to time became a wonderful sound in his ears.

But later, after the Yi family found him, she no longer needed to sew him, and this old sewing machine did not appear in the new house of the He family.

I didn't expect that after so many years, I would hear this sound again.

When He Zixin finished the pillow cover, he looked up and found Yi Qianci sitting on the chair beside him, leaning against the back of the chair, putting his hands on a corner of the back of the chair, supporting his jaw, and his eyes were closed, as if he was asleep.

He...was he sleeping?

He Zixin walked forward, looked at Yi Qianci, couldn't help but raise his hand, and gently tweaked the bangs on his forehead.

His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils, and he looked at her quietly.

"Are you sleepy? Why don't you go to my bed to rest?" she said.

"Not sleepy, just close your eyes and you can hear the sound more clearly." He said.

"Voice? What sound do you hear?" she wondered.

"The sound of the sewing machine sounds very nice," he said.

She couldn't help but smile, remembering that when he was a child, he also said this, "When I step on the sewing machine from now on, you can listen more."

"Okay." He responded, gently pulling her hand off his forehead and rubbing it on his cheek.

It was as if he couldn't help but forget his feelings, but his body instinctively was still attached to something, "Let's go on a date." This was said from his mouth.
Chapter completed!