Only I Understand His Tenderness

Part 1

Chapter 1
In the tender years

Text/Mo Yanchuan

2018.4.28

It snows in Beicheng in April and the temperature drops sharply.

In the stormy weather, Ming Zhu held an umbrella and wrapped her coat tightly as she hurried past the express delivery room of the community.

The boss saw it and shouted: "Miss Ming, you have a courier!"

She paused and turned back to get the express, "Thank you."

When she got home, she glanced at the express delivery receipt and guessed what was in it. It was a cheongsam sent to her by her grandma. Grandma is a craftsman, an old embroiderer from the Jiangnan water town. Su embroidery is a gentle and delicate craft. Every stitch and line of embroidery is exquisite. Grandma started learning it when she was a child, and she has been doing this embroidery her whole life.

She opened the express delivery, picked up the cheongsam from the gift box, shook it open and took a look at it. She couldn't help but turn up the corners of her mouth. It was so beautiful.

The heating had stopped long ago and it was freezing in the room.

When she was hesitating whether to try it now, her cell phone rang.

This is from Tang Xin.

"Have you received the cheongsam?"

"received."

"I specially asked Master Lin to cut this cheongsam. When I gave it to your grandma, your grandma said that the slits in the cheongsam were too high and her thighs were exposed. She really disagreed."

Tang Xin smiled very happily, "Hey , if I hadn’t stopped her, she could probably sew a few inches on for you.”

Ming Zhu couldn't help but be happy: "Fortunately there is no seam, so I don't have to cut it myself."

Grandma always said that she would wear cheongsam regardless of the season, and her legs would always get cold in the future. Whenever she would show off the patterns on her cheongsam, she would always sew the slits of her cheongsam down a few inches.

Ming Zhu wanted to say that it would not look good if it was sewn up, but she was afraid that her grandma would complain about it, so she could only secretly cut it open without letting the old man know.

Tang Xin smiled: "By the way, I saw on the news that it's raining and snowing in Beicheng, but is it cold? I don't know when you can wear that cheongsam."

"I froze to death. Didn't you read what the Internet said? After surviving the winter, I almost froze to death in the spring."

Tang Xin chuckled over there: "Then I'll go back after the winter over there."

Ming Zhu glanced at the plain cheongsam in her hand.

The collar had delicate stitching patterns, which were exquisite and beautiful.

She lightly touched it with her fingertips, as if she remembered something, and put it down again, "I'm going back at the end of the month."

"Why are you back?" Tang Xin was curious.

"Go back and see grandma."

"Then you didn't come back with me before? I'm ready to go back now."

Tang Xin was speechless.

The two were high school classmates. She asked her to come back together a few days ago. She said she had something to do.

Ming Zhu took off her coat, took out her pajamas and prepared to take a hot bath.