Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 919: :The cannon fodder children of the Hou family after the disappearance of their mother (22)

Wei Jia's tuberculosis healed that day, and from that day on, both Wei Jia and Wei Yi became much stronger.

Wei Yi firmly believes that the person who silently guards her and her elder brother must be mother.

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Outside the house, a girl with a tulle face was sitting on a stool, she lowered her eyes, and her crow-colored eyelashes cast a nice shadow on her eyelids, her slender fingers twirled the needle and thread, and fluttered on the silk cloth. A magnolia flower is lifelike.

The sun shines on the ground of the yard in front of her eyes, the girl is in the shade, the light is good but not strong.

The room behind her was in a gloomy shadow, with an inexplicable hint of tide, and the light inside was not good.

Wei Yi often gets outside when she embroiders.

The girl embroiders with her eyes downcast, she is quiet and beautiful, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

Outside the courtyard, Wei Ya glanced at the dilapidated courtyard with disgust in her eyes, she hesitated for a while, then stepped into the courtyard, looked up at the scene, her gaze was heavy.

Bitch, you are so disfigured and still so seductive!

Wei Yi embroidered so intently that she didn't even notice that someone was walking towards her.

On the silk cloth, pink butterflies were lifelike, flapping their wings to fly. She stopped her needlework and stroked gently with her fingertips. Under the veil, a slight smile appeared on her lips unconsciously.

Wei Yi was in a daze, vaguely remembering that in the past, his mother held her, sat on her lap, and taught her to embroider stitch by stitch.

Niangqin has a flamboyant personality, bright and lively, as if she can't calm down for a moment, she is good at riding and shooting, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but Wei Yi knows that the mother's best is embroidery, even the embroiderers of the court Can't compare.

Wei Yi's embroidery skills were taught by Da Xiaoniang herself.

Wei Yi is quiet and gentle. She likes to embroider and can sit still. Sometimes she can sit quietly in one place and embroider for several hours.

"Mother, didn't you say that you still have a lot of embroidery skills to teach Yi'er? Yi'er has been waiting, why haven't you come back?" Wei Yi murmured, his clear almond eyes filled with sadness and longing .

"How can a dead person come back?" A voice sounded suddenly, the silk cloth in Wei Yi's hand was ripped away, the action was rough, Wei Yi didn't notice, the needle stuck into her fingertips, she gasped .

Looking up, her gaze touched Wei Ya's face, her heart tightened, she subconsciously wanted to refute, and then she remembered what her brother said, under the veil, her pink lips were tightly pursed.

Wei Ya looks at the pink butterflies on the silk cloth. The fine needle corners and beautiful shapes all reflect the superb skills of the embroiderers.

Thinking of her inexperienced embroidery skills, and comparing it with the one in front of her, Wei Ya's face is gloomy, destroying the original beautiful face.

The daughters of the big families in the capital, besides the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, are the female celebrities.

Wei Ya from the modern age can't do anything.

She has the conditions to learn, and Liu Piaopiao also hired a female husband for her, but she is not patient, and she is not interested in these things.

But she wanted to create a good name for herself.

He put his mind on Wei Yi.

Nvhong is one of them.

She asked Wei Ya to hand in a batch of embroidery on a regular basis every month, and if she couldn't deliver, she would make trouble for Wei Ya and Wei Jia.

As for those embroidered works, Wei Ya regards them as her own and gives them to some close friends in order to win a good name.

Even the purse that Wei Ya gave to the fourth grandson Yin Yang was embroidered by Wei Yi.

Wei Ya pinched the silk cloth, caressed the white butterfly on it with her fingertips, condescendingly looked down at Wei Yi who was cowed by her ridicule and did not refute, feeling comfortable.