Jiang Zhimian's small mouth was deflated, and loss flashed in her clear and translucent eyes.

These small movements, Chi Mohan saw them all.

was about to open his mouth to correct his words, but he heard Jiang Zhimian jump the topic again.

"It's a good thing you didn't do it yourself, otherwise the wound would have collapsed."

Just kidding, she didn't have to wait for Chi Mohan to say that she was amorous.

The early morning crit hit very much to affect the mood!

Rather than that, it's better to change the subject yourself.

After decades of life, why can't you get along with yourself?

Hearing this, Chi Mohan's eyes were closed, his head was slightly bowed, his thin and moderate lips pursed, and he said, "You have explained." ”

If you don't let him do it, then don't do it.

"That's good." Jiang Zhimian smiled like an old mother and patted Chi Mohan's shoulder.

Chi Mohan's gaze moved down and landed on his shoulder.

There, holding Jiang Zhimian's little hand.

From the first time we met by the river, this little fox has rapidly emaciated, and the back of the hand that used to be able to see the fleshy nest is now distinct, slender and delicate.

It's beautiful.

Just thinking about it, the chasing wind and the little ram on the side were gone, and they pulled the rope vigorously and stretched out their heads to hook the grass on the side.

Chi Mohan dragged it back, "I took them out, and by the way, I went up the mountain to see the trap that I put a few days ago." ”

"Okay." Jiang Zhimian nodded.

Standing outside the fence, watching Chi Mohan go away.

Only then did I think about it, it seemed that Chi Mohan had watched her leave before, and this was the first time it was her turn to turn around.

The mood seems to be a little complicated.

But complexity is complexity, and work still needs to be done.

Seeing the sun on the other side of the mountain, Jiang Zhimian went home, waited for the villagers, and took the men among them to saw the bamboo.

On the ridge of Jiangjia Village, such a scene appeared.

A thin little girl, looking immature, but fifteen, sixteen or seventeen years old, walking in front of the majestic and high-spirited.

Behind him, there was a group of men with five big and four thick, some with saws, some with axes, and some with scimitars.

The four brothers of the Jiang family, who got up early to go to school, saw it from afar, and their eyes were full of little stars of worship.

"The third sister is so amazing! When I grow up, I will be like the third sister, and I will take everyone to cut people! Jiang Gufu stomped her feet excitedly.

Jiang Yuan hurriedly corrected, "It's chopping bamboo!" ”

What kind of person to cut, the third sister is not a bandit leader!

Although, it does look a little bit like it......

……

With the big guy, Jiang Zhimian went outside Chi Mohan's yard.

"It's this bamboo forest, the bamboo to be cut has been marked, at the bottom, a black bar, you can see those." Jiang Zhimian commanded.

But everyone looked at each other, but no one moved.

Jiang Zhimian was puzzled, so someone approached her and whispered, "Mianmian, why don't we change places, there are also a few bamboos at the back of the uncle's house, all for you, okay?" ”

"Uncle Dahe, the point behind your house is not enough, this side is almost suitable." Jiang Zhimian was puzzled.

Uncle Dahe looked at the empty house again, "This bamboo is Chi Mohan's, if we cut it, what should he do if he gets angry?" ”

Although Chi Mohan has never had any conflicts with people in the years he has been in Jiangjia Village, he is not willing to interact with people.

Always with a cold face, alone.

If you get angry, you're in trouble.

Jiang Zhimian laughed, "It's okay, Uncle Dahe, I told him everything, he still helped me make up for these black bars!" ”