Taoist Master and the Cat - Chapter 177

Su Miaomiao: “Anyway, if you give one to Xu Shou, you should also give me one.”

Xie Jingyuan thought of Grandma Tao.

Grandma Tao was very good at knitting. She bought the most comfortable wool and knitted sweaters for him and Su Miaomiao that were even more beautiful than those sold in the mall.

Of course, that was all when they were children. Later, when Grandma Tao got older, Xie Jingyuan didn’t want to bother her anymore, so she just bought finished products.

However, Xie Jingyuan had also learned how to weave from Grandma Tao after so many years, and even secretly helped her when she was sleeping.

It took Su Miaomiao a week to weave it. Three hours should be enough for him to weave a normal length scarf.

After sending Su Miaomiao back to 802, Xie Jingyuan went back downstairs, walked around the Beijing University, and found the gift shop that Su Miaomiao had mentioned.

He bought three balls of white yarn, three balls of black yarn, paused before walking away, and took three balls of blue yarn.

Back in the community, Xu Shou hadn’t come back yet, and Gu Jialing was playing games. The weather was cold, and he didn’t even want to participate in the activities of the opera club recently.

Before seven o’clock, Xie Jingyuan locked the door, opened the book, and knitted a scarf while reading.

For those who were skilled in weaving, weaving scarves was a mechanical handwork that did not require brains.

When needing to flip the book, Xie Jingyuan only needed to use a little spiritual power, just like he used spiritual power to press the switch in Su Miaomiao’s room.

The speed was faster than he expected. At 8:40, Xie Jingyuan finished Xu Shou’s piece.

After meditating for twenty minutes, Xie Jingyuan continued to read and weave Su Miaomiao’s piece.

By eleven o’clock, the white scarf was finished too.

Xie Jingyuan put the key of 802 into his pocket, and went out with two scarves.

Gu Jialing was still playing games frantically in the room. The sound of clicking the keyboard was clearly audible, mixed with one or two curses.

He was a good person when he sang, and he didn’t use dirty words when he scolded people.

Xie Jingyuan went to knock on Xu Shou’s door.

Xu Shou had just washed up and was about to go to bed, when he heard the Taoist master knock on the door, so he came to open it immediately.

Xie Jingyuan handed him the black scarf, and said in a low voice, “It’s cold, I knitted a scarf, this one’s for you, I’ll give the other to Su Miaomiao.”

Xu Shou: “…”

He was taller and stronger than Xie Jingyuan, but at that moment, his eyes were uncontrollably moist.

Xie Jingyuan glanced at Gu Jialing’s door.

Xu Shou understood, and quickly swallowed the words from the bottom of his heart.

Xie Jingyuan then pointed to the living room and the hallway.

Xu Shou nodded, and watched the Taoist master go out, before returning to the room with the scarf that was warm to the touch.

The moment the door was closed, he heard Gu Jialing scolding the players who were playing games together again.

Xu Shou thought that the Taoist master was the most impartial and selfless. Gu Jialing was weaving a scarf for himself, but he still gave him the gift.

Speaking of which, he would also like to thank Su Miaomiao. If she hadn’t given the Taoist master a scarf first, the Taoist master might not have thought of returning the gift, and then specially knitted one for him.

Xie Jingyuan walked out of 801, stood in the corridor and called Su Miaomiao.

Su Miaomiao would not mute her phone unless she wanted to sleep. When the phone rang for the second time, she got out of bed irritably, and when she saw the screen displayed “Taoist Master”, she restrained her anger, but she was not very happy, “Taoist Master, what’s the matter?”

Xie Jingyuan could hear her sleepiness and asked in a low voice, “What time did you sleep?”

Su Miaomiao: “Eight o’clock.”

She finished her homework on Friday, and after she separated from Xie Jingyuan, she had a video chat with her parents, Grandma Tao, and chatted with relatives and friends in the chat group. When she started to feel sleepy, she got under the covers.

The colder it was, the sooner she fell asleep.

Xie Jingyuan knew that going there at that time would disturb her sleep, but he would use his spiritual power to make up for it, ensuring that her sleep quality that night would be higher than usual.

“I knitted a scarf for you, do you want to see it?”

Su Miaomiao’s heart skipped a beat, “Did you weave it?”

Xie Jingyuan: “Yes, it only took me two hours. If you want to see it, open the door and let me come in.”

Of course Su Miaomiao wanted to see it.

Xie Jingyuan hung up the phone, took out the key, and opened the door.

The living room was pitch black. Xie Jingyuan didn’t turn on the light, and after his eyes got used to the darkness, he went straight to the master bedroom.

When a knock fell on the door, Su Miaomiao, lying comfortably under the quilt, said, “Come in.”

When he pushed open the door,  she covered her head with a quilt in advance and asked him to turn on the light.

Xie Jingyuan turned on the light, looked up, and saw a snow-white quilt spread on the big bed, completely covering her.

After her eyes got used to the light, Su Miaomiao poked her head out and saw the white scarf in Xie Jingyuan’s hand clearly. She sat up with a smile and reached out to him.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved pullover pajamas. Although her long hair was messed up in sleep, against her rosy sleeping face, it only made her a little more lazy and charming than in the daytime.

Xie Jingyuan walked to the head of the bed and handed over the scarf.

Su Miaomiao looked at it, touched it, and said pleasantly, “It looks like grandma’s weaving.”

When she was young, Grandma Tao liked to knit sweaters for them, and asked her what patterns she liked. Su Miaomiao liked cats. There was a kitten on the clothes, scarves or gloves that Grandma Tao knitted for her, although the cat didn’t look like her.

Seeing her rummaging through, Xie Jingyuan explained, “I don’t know how to weave patterns.”