It takes more than an hour to mark so much bamboo.

Jiang Zhimian didn't like this kind of rework very much.

But God has to make this rain, and she can't stop it!

Gotta redraw tomorrow.

With a depression in his heart, he didn't even eat a few bites of dinner, and Jiang Zhimian went back to the house.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, listening to the sound of water ticking outside the wooden window, I fell asleep.

But she wasn't at ease in the end, so she woke up before dawn the next day.

Turning over and getting out of bed, I went barefoot to the door to see that the rain had stopped.

Although the ground is still a little muddy, it is much better than last night's rain, and it is not a problem to work and walk.

Hurriedly went back to the house and got dressed, and went straight to Chi Mohan's house.

While it was still early, she went to remark the bamboos.

In this way, when the villagers come to work, they can start work directly, and they can also save time to do other things.

rushed over in one breath, and saw Chi Mohan walking out with Chasing Wind and the little ram.

Apparently to take them out to graze.

"How did you run like this?" Chi Mohan frowned, took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her.

Jiang Zhimian took it and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, a flush appeared faintly on his fair and tender face, and his lips opened and closed urgently, "I'm in a hurry." ”

"What's the hurry?" Chi Mohan asked again, his brows raised slightly.

Anxious to see him?

In the next moment, the little fox had already rushed to the stove, grabbed a charcoal and came out again, and his hurried appearance was unexpectedly cute.

"Didn't it rain last night? I'm sure I've lost the mark I made yesterday, and I'll have to fill it up before everybody gets to work. ”

After that, he walked into the bamboo forest.

I picked the nearest bamboo, squatted down, and was about to draw an imprint, but found that there was a black imprint on it.

Look at other suitable bamboos, which also have the same imprint.

It's a bit similar to what she drew yesterday, but it's not exactly the same.

Can......

The marked bamboo is exactly the same as the one she picked yesterday.

"Am I dreaming?" Jiang Zhimian reached out and pinched himself suspiciously.

Hiss, it hurts!

This is not a dream.

When he was wondering, he caught a glimpse of Chi Mohan next to him out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and his dark eyes were even more soft.

"You painted it?" Jiang Zhimian asked tentatively.

Chi Mohan was very refreshing, "Well, it's okay to wake up in the morning, so I'll make it up for you." ”

He thought about it when it rained last night.

Since the little fox bothered to draw a mark, it must be of great use.

If she needs it, then she shouldn't be disappointed.

Jiang Zhimian went to the bamboo forest again, and the marked bamboo was exactly the same as she was yesterday!

It's a god.

"How do you know that's it?" Jiang Zhimian opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise.

Chi Mohan's expression was indifferent, his eyes narrowed, and he fixed it on her face, "I happened to be watching when you were busy yesterday." ”

So that's it!

Jiang Zhimian couldn't help but kneel for him in his heart.

Is this still a human being, and his memory is off the charts.

If she could have this memory, she wouldn't be a medical ghost, she would just go straight to becoming a lawyer, throwing dozens of laws and regulations at every turn, and scaring everyone to death!

After a pause, his tone was a little lost, "I thought you were looking at me yesterday." ”

The gaze that followed her yesterday was not to look at her, but to see the bamboo she picked.

It's really a drunkard's intention not to drink.

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Jiang Zhimian: Just bamboo, dare to steal my limelight, I want to cut you all down!

Bamboo:???

Bamboo: I'm not, I don't, I'm wronged, he's just looking at you, I'm just a poor bamboo who came out to take the blame!