The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Xia Shi had a headache.

The Xia family was so angry that they were about to go bald.

Lulu, look at me. I’m holding the needle between my thumb and index finger, and then I’m moving it back and forth nimbly …

Hey, hey, hey, no, no, it’s not shuttling through the fingers …

“There’s no hurry. Lulu, let’s do it again. Look, look again. Let’s use the embroidery needle to embroider its outline first. Hey, hey, not jabbing the finger Xia Shi’s voice rose slightly.

She had been teaching Lulu embroidery for an hour since dinner.

Now, she had only learned how to hold a needle.

Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes, and her fingers were pierced with several bloody holes. “Mother, am I a little stupid?” When she came here today, she saw that brother Lu Jiang’s clothes were torn. She wanted to embroider a flower for him, but after a long time, she didn’t even know how to take out an embroidery needle.

Xia Shi paused.

Learning needlework at the age of four was a normal age in aristocratic families.

However, after teaching her so much, this was the first time she realized that her young lady had no talent at all.

She was trying to figure out what she could say to not hurt Lulu’s self-esteem.

“Lulu, it’s too late tonight. When the sun rises tomorrow, mother will teach you again, alright? It’s getting late, it’ll hurt my eyes.” Without any explanation, he took the pattern and embroidery needle from Jiang huailu’s hand and put them on the table. He couldn’t bear to see those ten fingers.

Jiang huailu nodded silently with tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Xia wrapped her finger and kissed the girl’s forehead.

“Lulu, go to sleep. Don’t think too much. Not every girl knows how to embroider. Our Lulu can do other things. Right? Our Lulu really knows how to eat.” Madam Xia tucked her in, and when she saw the girl’s aggrieved appearance, she laughed.

It turned out that even a daughter with a photographic memory would have times when she couldn’t handle it.

As the saying goes, extreme wisdom is bound to hurt. She was just an ordinary mother, and she only wished for her children to grow up well.

When the Xia family came out, they couldn’t help but laugh. They didn’t expect

Lulu to fall so hard at such a normal time.

Jiang huailu fell asleep with disappointment.

It was late at night, and the cold air was getting heavier.

The little girl, who was wearing a thin layer of clothing, clutched the needle with an aggrieved expression. Her fingers were already bruised and swollen.

He stood alone in the hall of salvation, looking rather pitiful.

Lu huaijiang, who had decided to ignore her, could not help but sigh when he saw her tears.

I really owe you.

“Hey, short fellow, what’s wrong? Who made you angry? Tell me and I’ll take care of him for you.” Lu huaijiang’s brows twitched. He only said one sentence, but who knew that the short guy actually jumped into his arms with a cry.

“Wuwuwu … Lulu, Lulu is too stupid.” The little girl’s face was full of complaints, and her face was covered in snot and tears.

Her eyes were red and she was crying pitifully.

He stretched out ten fingers, and his hand was swollen.

it hurts! Wuwu, Lulu hurts. She stood on her tiptoes and stretched out her fingers in front of Lu huaijiang.

Lu huaijiang, the great evil who did not shed a single tear even when he bled, saw the swollen fingers and his mouth twitched. But seeing her cry so miserably, he couldn’t help but bend over and gently blow on her fingers. “Huhu, it won’t hurt anymore.” The young man was expressionless.

I’ve really seen a ghost.

What am I doing!

However, when he saw that the little girl had been comforted, he blew even more gently.

“Why is it so difficult to use the embroidery needle? It’s so difficult to embroider a flower. Am I stupid? Is Lulu not smart anymore?” The little girl’s tears fell.

Standing barefoot in the hall of salvation, the winter night was getting colder.

Lu huaijiang helplessly picked her up and sat her on his knees.

He took the embroidery needle from her hand..