Chi Mohan was neat and took off his robe.

handed it to Jiang Zhimian, without even blinking his eyelids.

Apparently unconcerned that the lichen would stain his robes.

Jiang Zhimian was a little hesitant and didn't reach out directly to pick it up.

"It's just a piece of clothing, just wash it, it's better to hurry, it's not early." Chi Mohan spoke.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhimian looked up at the sunlight between the cracks in the trees.

There are indeed signs of westward movement.

"I'll wash you up when I get back." Jiang Zhimian repeatedly assured.

Chi Mohan nodded, which was regarded as a promise.

Only then did the two of them speed up, pull up the lichen on the ground, and put it all in their robes.

After a while, only a few sporadic lichens remained.

"Almost," Jiang Zhimian clapped his hands and smiled contentedly at the corners of his eyes, "The rest will grow into a large piece again." ”

Mining with room for development is called sustainable development.

Although the opportunity to use the ground coat is very rare, it is difficult to guarantee that she will occasionally use it again in the future.

If you can't find it when you can't find it, then it's called sad.

Now that's it, it's good.

Chi Mohan naturally lifted the large pile of lichen and took the lead in the front, "Drag a little branch and slide carefully." ”

After going down the mountain, God actually changed his face.

The wind blew, the clouds blew thickly to obscure the sun, and the trees full of green leaves flew in the wind, cool, and followed.

The heavy rain before the arrival of summer is the expectation of the croppers.

This means that rivers and canals will be filled and left for the sun to shine before watering the crops in the fields.

It is said that Ruixue is a good year, and a rain that is planned in advance also heralds a good year.

But for Jiang Zhimian and Chi Mohan, this is not good news.

Seeing that the heavy rain was about to fall, they had just set off from Jiangjia Village.

Although he was wearing a coat and a hat, he was still likely to be drenched in soup.

"You'd better ride with me, so we can be faster." Jiang Zhimian proposed.

If it's really raining, it's a trivial matter to catch a cold, a fever or something, then it's just a matter of finding guilt for yourself.

Chi Mohan was not pretentious, mumbled, turned over on the horse, and encircled Jiang Zhimian into his arms again.

It's just that at this time, the hat seems to be a bit of a hindrance.

Jiang Zhimian simply picked up his hat, and with Chi Mohan's hat, he could be regarded as able to block the rain.

The brown horse was bumpy on the road, and the whistling wind blew across Jiang Zhimian's cheeks, blowing away part of the body temperature, but the warmth of the heart rose more and more.

Because of the hurry, she could clearly feel Chi Mohan's tightened arms and a loud voice ringing in her ears.

But the heavens still didn't make it beautiful, and the rain began to fall.

At first it was one drop or two, and then it became dense, like pearls that shattered at the touch of a touch, scrambling to fall on the hat and the robe.

The ground, which had been warmed by the sun for a long time, steamed up a faint smoke, hazy, as if stepping in the clouds.

In the end, two people share a hat, and the cover is not so thorough.

The broken hair in front of Jiang Zhimian's forehead was wet, clinging to his forehead, lining his skin more and more white.

"Looking for a place to shelter from the rain?" Chi Mohan asked loudly.

I'm afraid that if I whisper, I will be drowned out by the sound of horses' hooves and the rain.

But Jiang Zhimian was still confused, and turned his head, wanting to ask what Chi Mohan said.

As soon as I turned my head, the red lips covered the two soft lips.

Stunned, his apricot eyes widened.