Song Tingchuan rarely let go of his pride and humbly asked Su Nan for advice, but Su Nan only asked him to bring a knife and some ropes.

And then

Well, Song Tingchuan flipped through it, and there was no knife in his equipment bag, a rope

Song Tingchuan walked up to Su Nan with a handful of mountaineering ropes, "Is it enough?"

Su Nan ""

They're going to collect firewood, not to climb the mountain, what do they want this thing for?

Su Nan silently took Song Tingchuan's mountaineering rope, put it down, and then walked straight to the other side, signaling Song Tingchuan to follow.

It was clear that Su Nan didn't say a word, but Song Tingchuan just felt that he seemed to be despised.

When he walked to the edge of the forest, Song Tingchuan looked at the dead branches and leaves all over the ground, and understood what Su Nan's sentence "If you stay well in the book, you can drop it so cheaply for you to pick it up".

It is true that he can't pick up branches, only leaves.

Su Nan had a black bag around his waist, and when he got to the tree, Song Tingchuan saw Su Nan take out a big sickle from it

Song Tingchuan was dumbfounded.

Although Song Tingchuan has not been in the countryside, he has really never done such a thing as chopping wood.

Song Tingchuan touched his nose, he felt that he was about to play a soft rice man who followed a female bandit.

However, the fact is that Song Tingchuan once again thought too much.

Although the trees on the mountain are still green in general, there are also some dead branches mixed in with this green.

The weather is dry, and those dead branches have been exposed to the wind and sun for most of the autumn and winter, and they are already fragile, and the sickle in Su Nan's hand is not used to cut down trees, but to hook or knock down those already brittle dead branches.

Song Tingchuan didn't have a knife, and Su Nan didn't let him be idle, she got the branches down in front, and Song Tingchuan was in charge of "picking up" firewood in the back.

When it was almost time, Su Nan would stop, take out a thin rope from his bag, and motioned for Song Tingchuan to tie it up and put it aside, and then continue.

Song Tingchuan remembered his previous mountaineering rope, and inexplicably felt that his face was hot.

It's a shame

However, looking at the large bundle in his hand, Song Tingchuan was a little incomprehensible

"Just cook a few meals, so much firewood is enough."

The movements in Su Nan's hand did not stop at all, and only said lightly

"It's not just for cooking."

Song Tingchuan""

what

"What else to do"

Only then did Su Nan stop, and the sickle was placed on his shoulder, looking at it from Song Tingchuan's perspective

It's really a bandit.

"We have to have someone keep vigil at night, it's winter, and it's on the top of the mountain, the temperature is very low at night, and there is not enough firewood for the night watchman to keep warm, what if something happens to the cold?"

Song Tingchuan""

No way

There will also be a vigil

Su Nan ignored Song Tingchuan's surprise, and after finishing speaking, he began to wield the sickle again.

Song Tingchuan looked at Su Nan's movements, I don't know if it was because Su Nan was good-looking or for some other reason, the rude behavior of chopping wood, under Su Nan's hands, still exuded a comfortable pleasing sight.

Soon, Song Tingchuan knew the reason for this pleasing to the eye.

Because Su Nan is too skilled, as long as his movements are not clumsy, they are generally not ugly.

Song Tingchuan stared at Su Nan's white-skinned and slender hands holding the sickle and was stunned for a moment.

He has seen it, Su Nan's fingers are slender and good-looking, and he usually has an aura when he holds the pen, so it is certain that it is not rough at all.

But Su Nan is not wearing gloves at the moment, how did she do it