Chapter 1468 Sweater

The weather is getting cooler. Mr. Jane's yard is already full of precious flowers of various colors.

Some flowers are only found in his yard in the whole world, because they were specially cultivated for him by his grandson and granddaughter.

Just this one, Mr. Jian's flower friends are all envious and jealous of him.

Recently, Mr. Jane found that his grandsons gradually began to wear turtleneck sweaters, the style he was very familiar with.

"Old woman, the sweaters that the children are wearing seem to be all new recently?" Mrs. Jane asked Mrs. Jane.

"Well, Xiao Jia gave them a new weave." Mrs. Jian had an expression she had known for a long time.

"Newly woven?" Mr. Jian asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you knit for me?"

"You dead old man, who said that back then, you didn't want the little girl to work hard?"

"You dead old woman, how many years ago do you still remember what you said?"

"What? So you've changed your mind now? Are you willing to work hard for the little girl?"

"How can there be! I was thinking, Xiaojiao wants to knit for those stinky boys anyway, so why don't you knit one less piece for the stinky boys and leave one for me. After all, there are so many brothers, and I am the only grandfather. Son. A look of arrogance.

"Okay, okay, don't eat the jealousy of your grandchildren. Your sweater, my little one has already knitted it for you." Madam Jian smiled wickedly.

"Eh? It's woven? Where is it?" Mr. Jian didn't know about this at all.

"Xiaojiao gave it to me two months ago." Madam Jian said.

"You damn old woman, you didn't even tell me when I gave it to you, you kept it secretly!" Old Man Jane complained.

"When the weather is not cold enough to wear a sweater, why would I take it out for you? You can't wear it. "Then I'll take a look at it. My little girl knitted it for me! "Old man Jane is very rare." Now that it's cold, it's time to wear a sweater! Hurry up and bring me the sweater that little girl knitted for me! "

"Okay, okay, I'll take it for you now, you, you can sleep with the sweater Xiaojiao knitted for you at night!"

"That's none of your business!" Mr. Jane hummed.

Mrs. Jian brought the sweater that Jian Yiling knitted to the old man. The old man was so happy when he saw it, he held it in her hand and was reluctant to put it down.

Maybe it's really like what the old lady said, the old man has to sleep with his sweater in his arms at night!

After a while, Mr. Jian suddenly remembered something: "Old woman, does the sweater knitted by Xiaojiao this time are shared by several stinky boys?"

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No, that little Nao child's..."

Mrs. Jian instantly understood what the old man meant: "don't worry, Xiao Nao also has a share, but ah, his weaving is relatively late, it may take a few days to get it."

Jian Yiling's sweaters were knitted piece by piece, and they were arranged according to grades.

The old man is the first.

Jian Yunnao was naturally at the back.

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Jian said repeatedly.

It's really cold. Jian Yunnao also noticed recently that the sweaters on the brothers have changed again, the color has not changed, but the style has changed. It is the most popular new style this year.

You don't need to ask him to know that it was made by his sister.

Jian Yunnao bowed her head slightly, although she knew for a long time that she would not have it, she was still slightly disappointed.

At this time, Zhang Yun came back from the hospital, and now she is the official doctor of Luohaisen Jingcheng Branch.

She held a paper bag in her hand.

The paper bag was placed in front of Jian Yunnao.

Jian Yunnao was stunned for a moment, seeing the sweater texture in the paper bag, Jian Yunnao's heart was hit hard, and a thought came out.

Jian Yunnao opened the paper bag eagerly and apprehensively.

A sweater, the same sweater as the rest of the brothers.

blue.

This is the color that Jian Yiling defined for him.

Jian Yunnao held the sweater in her arms.

Feel the softness and warmth of the sweater.

Finally... finally he was in her heart, just like everyone else.

My sister... finally recognized his brother again.

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