Chapter 17 Part 2

Hearing her, the movements of Chi Yao’s hands paused for a moment.

Then he stood up, stepped on his slippers and squatted down in front of her – with this man’s height, even when the two squatted together, their line of sight wasn’t even. He shoved the needle and yarn into her hands, “Take it.”

With Chi Yao squatting, Lin Zhexia’s eyes fell on his open collar again.

She took the needle and yarn, and said, “And then?”

Chi Yao reached out and helped her adjust her posture, “And then I teach you, little blindie.”

Of course, things like knitting scarves could only be taught hands on.

The youth put his fingers on her hand and led her to hook the yarn.

Chi Yao’s fingers are longer than hers and they completely covered hers, this was more direct and lengthy than any previous contact between them.

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…

Even the faint breaths.

Lin Zhexia’s fingers became stiffer and stiffer. She even forgot the steps she had memorized.

The air seemed to have stopped flowing.

She was at a loss in the stagnant atmosphere.

It was when Chi Yao realized that she kept knitting wrong, he stopped.

Lin Zhexia caught that moment to capture a breath, she broke the atmosphere and said, “You… have you really not secretly learned this before?”

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows unintelligibly, as if to ask why he would secretly learn this.

Lin Zhexia said slowly, “Because you want to show off your awesome scarf knitting skills in front of me and enjoy crushing me.”

After hearing her words, Chi Yao was silent for two seconds.

Then he said, “I did learn before.”

“I have been knitting scarves in a textile factory since I was one year old.”

“From the age of three, I was able to knit fifty scarves a day and became an excellent employee in the factory.”

“What do you think about this answer?” Chi Yao said. “If you’re not satisfied, I’ll change it.”

Lin Zhexia shook her head and said, “You don’t need to change it, this answer is already outrageous enough.”

Chi Yao lowered his eyes and looked at the messy yarn in her hand. He could not bear it and said, “Look at what you knitted.”

A complete mess.

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhexia suddenly stood up.

“I, I’m tired from knitting.”

She stammered a bit, “I’ll leave it off here for today, I’m going home.”

When Lin Zhexia left Chi Yao’s house, it was already dark outside. As if covering something up, she stood at the door and said a lot of nonsense to Chi Yao, “Remember to help me hide my needles and yarn, don’t let it be found out. If He Yang comes to your house and is seen by him… although he won’t tell other people but I just don’t want him to know anyway. No one else can know, you have to hide it well.”

She didn’t wait for Chi Yao to answer her.

She turned, opened the door of the building and ran home.

After returning home, she went to the kitchen to get a cup of water for the shock.

It must’ve been because they were too close just now.

She wasn’t used to it.

No matter what, Chi Yao is also a boy.

It’s normal to feel awkward.

No matter how good of brothers they are, it will still be somewhat awkward.

Mn.

Awk, ward.

She took a deep breath and drank the glass of water.

While holding the cup, she accidentally noticed that the light in the bathroom was on and there were some movements.

It seemed like… someone was vomiting.

The dim light, the woman’s faint vomit, and finally a burst of water.

The door unlocked with a ‘click’.

Lin Zhexia bumped into Lin He’s slightly exhausted face.

“Mom, are you feeling unwell somewhere?” She asked anxiously.

“It’s nothing,” Lin He was a little surprised to see her, she said with a smile, “I don’t know what I ate recently, it’s not digesting well, I’ll be fine after I take some medicine.”

Before, Lin He had to go to work and take care of Lin Zhexia alone. She often didn’t eat on time, and her stomach became unwell for a period of time. Even though she has been taking care of her stomach since then, there has been no significant improvement.

Lin Zhexia didn’t think too much and poured a cup of hot water for Lin He, reminding her, “Then you must remember to take medicine. If you still feel uncomfortable, let’s go to the hospital tomorrow.”

–

In the following days, Lin He didn’t have any abnormal reactions.

Lin Zhexia reminded her several more times, and then went to Chi Yao’s home to prepare the gift.

However, the scene at Chi Yao’s house was completely different from the previous few days.

Lin Zhexia knitted two rows, but found that the following steps became increasingly difficult, requiring her to make stitches. She really couldn’t do it, so she decisively gave up. She huddled on the sofa, holding a bag of potato chips in her hands, and acted as a supervisor instead, “You did a good job with these two rows. Maybe you can really go work in a textile factory in the future, keep it up.”

​​There were several balls of yarn beside Chi Yao, with needle and yarn in his hand, he asked with a cold expression. “Have you rested enough?”

Lin Zhexia, “Not yet. I might have to rest a bit more, you can help me knit it first.”

“You need to rest for three whole days? Did you break your arm?”

“It’s an internal injury,” Lin Zhexia said, “I really do need to rest.”

Chi Yao tilted his head slightly and asked, “Whose gift is this supposed to be from?”

Lin Zhexia, “Me.”

Chi Yao, “So why am I the one knitting?”

Lin Zhexia replied cautiously, “…Because, the capable should take on more work?”

“But I really can’t learn to knit,” Lin Zhexia explained, fearing that he would throw the needle and yarn at her. “I really want to knit too. And I thought about changing a gift, but it’s too late now, the delivery might not make it in time.”

Plus.

Chi Yao’s teaching method.

She didn’t have the courage to try a second time, so she subconsciously avoided it.

Before Chi Yao could refuse, she quickly tore a piece of paper from her workbook on the coffee table, wrote two lines on it, and handed it to him, “Take it, your payment.”

Chi Yao thought that the paper would say something like “one million” or the like.

When they were younger, Lin Zhexia often used these kinds of “checks” to fool him.

But when he took it and looked at it, he saw that it said “Wishing Card”.

Underneath it, the next line read: “You can make a wish to me.”

There was a bracket behind this line of words, can’t be anything illegal, can’t be anything against my will.

He scoffed lightly, but still put away the wishing card.

After finishing the potato chips, Lin Zhe Xia picked up her phone and went through it.

She saw several messages sent by a female classmate.

Female classmate: What are you doing

Female classmate: Have you done the set of test papers for winter vacation? I want to check the answers with you.

Lin Zhexia wiped her hands and prepared to reply: I’m at Chi Yao’s house watching him knit a scarf, I don’t have the test papers with me.

As she was typing, she paused and thought for a moment, then decided to delete it.

Chi Yao’s persona in school is the unapproachable kind.

If she tells her that she’s watching him knit a scarf.

To this classmate, it might seem quite creepy.

Lin Zhexia thought to herself, then raised her head to look at Chi Yao.

It really is difficult to associate this face with the three words “knitting a scarf”.

Even while knitting a scarf, the youth looked careless. There was a hidden sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes. His hands, which had been used to punch people, were now holding needles and yarn.

She felt a little bit scalded, she retracted her gaze and replied, “I’m at a friend’s house. I’ll take a picture for you when I get back.”

Just after she finished replying.

Chi Yao noticed her line of sight, “Don’t bother looking, you won’t understand anyway.”

Lin Zhexia instinctively retorted, “Who’s looking?”

“If it’s not the scarf you were looking at,” Chi Yao’s tone paused slightly, “then could it be me?”

Lin Zhexia reacted like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, “Don’t be so narcissistic. I’ve been looking at your face for so many years, it’s not anything new anymore.”

Chi Yao finished knitting the row he was working on, then put the yarn aside and planned to take a break. He leaned back lazily, pinched his finger joints and said, “Sorry, I forgot you’re blind.”

“Since you’re blind, it’s normal not to appreciate something even if it’s right in front of you.”