novelbin Chapter 344 - 334
Chapter 344 - 334
"Quick, try them on to see if they fit." Fang Ci held the shoes and squatted down to help her change them, murmuring, "It’s been over half a year since we last met, I don’t know if your shoe size has changed. I bought them one size larger just in case."
Yang Qingwen blushed, feeling ashamed.
Such strong affection from the elder was so apparent; how could she dismiss it due to her own overthinking?
"Grandma, let me do it myself, I’m grown up now..." Yang Qingwen couldn’t accept needing her grandmother to change her shoes at her age.
In Fang Ci’s eyes, she was still that little child.
"Alright, haha..." Of course, if the child wanted to do it herself, she wouldn’t object.
When Yang Qingwen tried them on, they were indeed a bit large, but it was fine; her feet were still growing, and it’s better for the shoes to be slightly larger now than too small to wear.
The full moon banquet was held with just two tables, a family gathering.
Afterwards, Yang Zhigang and Wang Pandi were preparing to move house. Coincidentally, Yang Dahai and Fang Ci were also there, and they wanted the two elders to stay on their son’s property.
Living in your own house feels different from staying at your in-laws’ place.
The little villa they bought was already renovated, just waiting for the family to move in.
When Fang Ci and Yang Dahai walked in with their luggage, following their son, they were beyond excited.
In a corner of the small garden, there was a pomegranate tree surrounded by a circle of rose bushes. This was the only part of the garden reserved for flowers; the rest had been transformed into a vegetable patch. Seeds had long been planted and were now growing robustly.
Past the garden was a double red lacquered door, heavy and imposing.
Pushing the doors open revealed a spacious living room, with an open space in the middle of the second floor where a round tasseled chandelier awaited hanging, dazzling brightly.
Besides the kitchen and bathroom, the first floor had two empty rooms. Fang Ci and Yang Dahai chose a large one, unpacked, and settled in.
Stairs spiraled upward to three varying-sized rooms on the second floor; to be honest, it was more than enough for a family to live in.
Wang Pandi was there for the first time, truth be told, she was very satisfied.
In 1983, the country’s situation and policies were improving steadily.
Private enterprises of all sizes were emerging like bamboo shoots after rain.
After her confinement period, Wang Pandi also pondered what she could do. Since she had to take care of the child, her options were limited.
What she truly enjoyed was making clothes, taking a beautiful outfit from design to reality gave her a great sense of achievement and satisfaction.
When Cheng Xue got married, she was very fond of the dress she wore, knowing the design was drawn by Wang Miaomiao, and the dress was made by an experienced embroiderer. At that moment, she thought of learning embroidery.
When she mentioned it to Wang Miaomiao, she immediately expressed her support. Embroidery is a traditional craft of China, and she hoped more people would learn and study it to prevent it from being lost, so more beautiful and unique clothes could be made.
After her confinement, Wang Pandi made it a priority, bringing gifts to visit the old embroiderer with Wang Miaomiao.
Currently, the old embroiderer had about ten apprentices learning the craft. Hearing about their request, she gladly agreed. In her view, teaching one or a group made little difference; a master leads apprentices in, but it’s up to individuals to practice diligently. To truly master a craft, both talent and effort are essential. Among the current batch of about ten, only two showed potential, likely able to achieve something noteworthy in the art.
And in the near future, it would become clear that Wang Pandi was the third one with talent. Through her tireless pursuit of perfection, she found her own path and achieved significant accomplishments in embroidery.
After Wang Miaomiao dropped Wang Pandi off, she too got busy with her own affairs. Recently, she was preparing for her graduate thesis defense, with the workload and pressure quite heavy.
Another night of burning the midnight oil.
Wang Miaomiao sat at the desk, sometimes writing furiously, sometimes scratching her head. The desk was strewn with piles of materials.
"Snap..." Frustrated, Wang Miaomiao threw down her pen.
"What’s wrong?" Jiang Yan was sitting at a nearby round table reading, keeping her company.
Seeing her unsettled, he gently closed his book and quickly went over. Seeing her hanging her head, looking dejected, his heart ached.
He stepped forward and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, starting to massage, "Don’t rush, it’s already late today, why don’t we continue tomorrow?"
His hands seemed to have magic, pressing gently yet firmly on her shoulders, easing her fatigue, and Wang Miaomiao’s irritation diminished by half. She grabbed his hand, placing it on her head, "Honey... please massage here, my head hurts."
"Haha..." The word ’honey’ melted his heart, making him willing to do anything, so he gently started to massage her head, "You’re too exhausted; let’s go to bed and rest, and continue tomorrow, okay?"
Wang Miaomiao softly agreed. Listening to his magnetic, deep voice made her feel at ease. The massage made her feel incredibly comfortable, and slowly, she felt sleepy. She had been too tired these last few days...
Before long, she was softly snoring.
Jiang Yan tenderly picked her up. She felt so light, as if she weighed nothing; it seemed she really was staying up late every night, which wasn’t good. He frowned, thinking about how to help her or persuade her not to work so hard.
He gently laid her on the bed. She didn’t wake, but with muddled awareness, she turned to find a comfortable position, buried her face in the blanket, and became still.
Watching her, Jiang Yan sighed helplessly. With her staying up so late every day, all he could do was keep her company. This period made him feel thoroughly neglected.
But all he could feel was helplessness...
He hoped the thesis defense would be over soon.
Jiang Yan climbed onto the bed, carefully drew her into his embrace, inhaled her unique scent, and slowly drifted to sleep.
No sooner had dawn broken when Wang Miaomiao awoke on schedule, but he was gone; she only heard the sounds of children and him exercising in the yard.
These days, she was so busy that her sleep was severely lacking, and her morning practice sessions were skipped. But the kids were persisting every day...
After thinking it over, since she felt pretty good today, she gritted her teeth and got out of bed.
Quickly tidying up, Wang Miaomiao left the room.
Stepping out, she saw five people, young and old, neatly exercising in the courtyard, preparing for a run.
Xiao Xuanxuan, being sharp-eyed, was the first to spot her when he looked up, "Mom, how come you’re up so early today? Are you joining us for exercise?"
"Yes..." Wang Miaomiao hopped over to join them, lining up to do exercises together.
"Great..." The kids cheered in unison. They’d indeed hoped their mom and dad would join them in these activities.