There was nothing to do in the afternoon, and after Jiang Zhimiao cleaned the house again, he ran to collect firewood again.

At present, the pots are burned with firewood, boiling water for cooking three meals a day, firewood is used quickly, and more firewood is used at home.

Seeing that Jiang Zhimiao went to pick up firewood, Wen Zhuqing said something to the family, and followed her to the forest to pick it up.

The forest is full of dead branches and trees, and you can pick up a pile of them at will.

The people who went to the market to buy supplies in the last day came back one after another, and one cart after another entered the village, and the laughter and laughter in the village could be heard from afar.

A while ago, Wen Zhuqing helped Jiang Zhimiao pick up firewood, and after a while, a pile of firewood was piled up on the ground.

Seeing that he pursed his lips and didn't speak, working silently, Jiang Zhimiao thought it was quite interesting.

The first time I saw him, it was in the prison, he was a nobleman with a clear appearance, thinking that he should be a clear stream person who didn't listen to things outside the window and only read the books of sages, just like her third uncle.

In the past, in Jiang's house, Jiang Xingbo claimed to be a scholar, and he talked about sage books all day long, but in addition, all the things at home were ignored, there was no intersection, and Jiang Zhimiao couldn't get used to it.

Subtly, since she was a child, Jiang Zhimiao thought that readers like her third uncle were all above the top, and her whole body revealed a clear and lofty reading person.

Wen Zhuqing's sweaty appearance quickly appeared in his mind, and he recalled the one he saw at the beginning, the contrast was so great, Jiang Zhimiao couldn't help but smile.

Although Wen Zhuqing was surprised that she had been looking at him, she didn't dig too deeply, and after a silly smirk, she picked up the firewood again.

Seeing that half of his ears were red, Jiang Zhimiao smiled and withdrew his gaze.

Picking it up, Wen Zhuqing only felt that the surroundings were a little dry, his mouth was dry, and even the cold wind blowing was dry, and he was extremely uncomfortable with the heat.

After being silent for a while, the two gathered enough firewood and went home together.

The cold wind was blowing, and the laughter of children was heard in her ears, Wen Zhuqing was holding the rope that bundled firewood, and her palms were sweaty, wet, and uncomfortable.

Jiang Zhimiao saw that he was uncomfortable, thinking that it was Fang Cai's scrutiny that shocked him, but if he thought about it carefully, there had been no shortage of such scrutiny before, why was it awkward now?

Jiang Zhimiao didn't understand, and he couldn't think about it, and when he saw that he was about to get home in less than two steps, he grabbed the rope on his shoulder and dragged it to the side.

Wen Zhuqing was dragged unsteadily, almost falling down, and behind him was a yellow muddy house, although it was not strong, but it was really beaten, he frowned, and couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Xu is reaction to Fang Cai's strength was too great, Jiang Zhimiao hurriedly let go of his hand, adjusted his posture, and even said with some apologies.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I had too much strength, I didn't control it, I didn't hurt you just now, did I?" Unloading the firewood on his shoulder, and taking a closer look, Jiang Zhimiao said.

Firewood plays a certain role in buffering, if it weren't for this bundle of firewood at the bottom, Wen Zhuqing thought, maybe it would not be light.

Just now he was a little uneasy, and now he has been pulled a few times, and now his heart is even more confused, faintly, and he seems to be able to hear the beating of his heart.

Especially, when Jiang Zhimiao wanted to move forward again, Wen Zhuqing panicked, and couldn't help but want to retreat, who knows, there is a wall behind him, and there is no way to retreat.

In a panic, he only felt that the air was drier, and he couldn't help swallowing, struggling to suppress this vain dryness.

Wen Zhuqing's heart was complicated for a while, and he looked around, but he didn't see anyone, so he hurriedly said: "Jiang, Miss Jiang, this, you, do you have something to say to me?" ”

There was the laughter of his family behind him, only a wall away, and somehow, Wen Zhuqing only felt extremely uncomfortable.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung his head, looking like he didn't dare to look at him, but the palm hidden in his sleeve clenched a little unconsciously.

The distance slowly widened, and the dryness in the air disappeared a lot, and in a trance, I only heard her say: "Wen Zhuqing, Fang Cai, I really didn't mean it, I, I look at you, it's because you were born well, I didn't want to offend you, you, you shouldn't be angry, right?" ”

"I saw that you had red ears, and I knew that you were shy, so I didn't look at it, but you didn't speak for half a sound, and you walked with the same hands and feet, I knew that I was looking too much, I, I'm sorry, I really saw that you were good-looking, so I didn't control myself."

Hearing this, Wen Zhuqing's face suddenly turned red, and she was ashamed from the bottom of her heart, and she was in a hurry, and said in a panic: "No, it's not in the way, I, I'm not angry, don't think about it, I'm just, it's just a little uncomfortable, it's just that I'm not adaptable, Miss Jiang, really, what I said is true." ”

"Really?" Jiang Zhimiao glanced at him suspiciously, and asked again uncertainly, Wen Zhuqing nodded hurriedly, affirming the authenticity of his words.

Seeing that he didn't take it to heart, Jiang Zhimiao bent his lips, showed a smile, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I won't look at you like that anymore without your consent." ”

When the words fell, Wen Zhuqing nodded, but soon, he only felt that something was wrong, and after quietly glancing at her, he whispered: "Also, it's not that you can't look at it, it's just that you don't look so blatant." ”

Jiang Zhimiao's ears were sharp, and she instantly heard what he said, she knew that he was so shy to be so abnormal, but this abnormality was a bit too much, look, this seems like something he can say?

It's no wonder that Jiang Zhimiao feels abnormal, even Wen Zhuqing himself feels that something is not quite right, what is called not to look at it so blatantly, isn't it a little strange to say this?

Now the distance has been widened, and it was blown by the cold wind, Wen Zhuqing was also a little sober, he lowered his eyebrows, and said: "Miss Jiang, I, I mean, everyone has a love for beauty, and skin is born to be looked at, I, I am not so careful." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhimiao smiled slowly, ripples appeared in his eyes, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, I'll just say, you're not so careful." ”

"I've been thinking about it just now, is it that I made you shy, and then you got angry and ignored me, it seems that I thought too much, shyness is real, it's not enough to be angry, don't worry, next time I'll pay attention, pay attention."

was slapped by this, the previous sudden and charming thoughts were swept away in an instant, and the blush on his face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pale, a cold wind blew, Wen Zhuqing was silent, only to feel that he was alive again.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled awkwardly, stroked his shoulder, and grinned: "Accidental injury, accidental injury, I'm really sorry, I, you can keep it with peace of mind, I'll carry this firewood, I'll carry it." ”

Seeing her say this, Wen Zhuqing shook her head, took care of the firewood on her back, and silently rejected her suggestion, Jiang Zhimiao saw him like this, and didn't think much about it, and the two went home together.

Wen family, Wen Zhuqing unloaded the firewood, and sullenly touched the place where Fang had just been photographed, and there was only one thought in his heart, Miss Jiang's strength is really great.