Sun Jiaming and Li Zhi left, and they took Gu'er's heart with them.
No matter how worried Gu'er was, she couldn't let it show. To keep the two grandmothers from worrying, she could only sit on the *kang* bed-stove, knitting a sweater and chatting with them.
After knitting for a whole afternoon, Gu'er realized she had made a mistake. She had messed up the pattern and had to unravel her work.
"Look at you. You were the one who taught Xinghua, and now her needles fly when she knits. How long have you been working on that sweater for Jia Ming? At this rate, I'm afraid he won't get to wear it even after the New Year."
Grandma Dingzi teased Gu'er with a smile.
Gu'er was a little embarrassed. She only remembered to pick it up and knit a few stitches every now and then. She really couldn't compare to Xinghua.
"It's alright. It's the thought that counts. You're knitting it for Jia Ming, so no matter when you finish it, he'll be happy."
