COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 18

Autumn in the south comes later than elsewhere. The flowers were still blooming, the vegetation was still green, and after staying under the sun for a long time, you would even feel hot.

Pon and Benz sat under the loquat tree in the yard, each one on a small chair, one painting and one doing manual work.

Benz was very energetic. After sitting for half an hour, he couldn't bear it anymore.

He stood up and stretched, then ran into the house to get two popsicles and gave one to Pon.

After eating his own, he began to eye the one that Pon had just opened and hadn't bitten yet.

Pon simply handed it to him and then picked up the brush, "Eat it, my stomach is uncomfortable and I don't want to eat ice."

Benz accepted it happily, took a big bite, looked at Pon's painting and said thoughtfully, "If you paint well, you should also be able to cross stitch, right?"

Pon didn't understand this logic, "Cross stitch, isn't it sewing a fixed-color thread onto a fixed grid?"

"Oh, don't make it sound so unattractive." Benz swallowed a mouthful of ice, "You have to embroider with enthusiasm to make it look good and it won't work if you don't put your heart and soul into it. If one stitch is tight and the other is loose, it definitely won't work."

Remembering the few times he had done needlework before, Pon thought it made sense and nodded, "It's easy to see and hard to do, but the finished product must be beautiful."

Benz's eyes lit up, "Brother, are you interested in trying it?"

Pon understood that Benz was tired of embroidering and wanted to pull him in as a helper.

Originally, it was not a big deal to help and he happened to have nothing else to do anyway, but thinking of who was on the embroidered cloth, Pon backed away, "No, I'm clumsy, I'll ruin your work."

Benz, who was deeply influenced by Aonn, opened his mouth and praised, "My brother won the gold medal in the painting competition, he has wonderfully dexterous hands, how can he ruin it?"

Pon's face felt hot as he said, "But, but these are two different things."

"It's almost the same," Benz waved his hand and stuffed the embroidering cloth into Pon's arms.

"Here, just start the embroidery from here. I have already picked out the thread I need and placed it next to it. There is a number on it... I'll go in and sleep for a while."

When Pon recovered, Benz had already disappeared.

What should he do? He bit the bullet.

Pon folded the embroidering cloth into a piece as small as possible so that he could not see the whole face. Holding it in his hand, he slowly moved the needle, thinking that he needed to adapt to being praised in the future.

'You can't become stupid when you are praised and agree to anything in a daze.'

But it was okay to embroider and with all his attention on the rows of small grids in front of him, he didn't have time to think about what the whole picture looked like.

When Benz came out after taking a nap, he saw that Pon had embroidered a lot and exclaimed, "How come you embroider so fast? I was going to save the eyes for the last, they are P'Sai's eyes, ahhh!"

Pon said that he could help him remove it but he was not happy. He stroked the neat stitches, pursed his lips and said, "Since you embroidered my P'Sai's eyes so beautifully, forget it."

Pon breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he wouldn't ask for his help again in the future.

Benz beside him suddenly unfolded the embroidered cloth with a swish, admired it for a while and asked with a frown: "Isn't our P'Sai super-handsome?"