"It's really stupid." He thought that Liu Yimian's needlework was doing well, and if he was asked to help make one, there should be no big problem.

The more Ji Wei thought about it, the more reasonable it became. He immediately picked up the gourd and poured water on him.

The cold well water fell on the skin, taking away the heat of the day. Then take the pancreas and rub it on the body, rinse it off with water, and the whole person feels a lot more alive.

He took the changed clothes and wiped off the water droplets on his body, only to realize that he was wearing less trousers when he was getting dressed. In desperation, he had no choice but to go into battle in a vacuum, wrapping his coat indiscriminately, draping his wet hair behind his head, and going to the back of the yard to get dry clothes.

Liu Yimian, who was hiding behind the door, waited until the sound of the water in the yard stopped, and then came out with a blushing face and the unwashed dishes and tubs.

He crouched by the well and pulled water from it.

As a brother, Liu Yimian has a smaller frame and less strength than ordinary men. In addition, the food is not good, the nutrition is not good, and there is no meat.

He was struggling to pull the nearly full bucket of water, and he didn't even notice anyone approaching.

There seemed to be water dripping from the neck, and it suddenly became cold.

Liu Yimian touched it subconsciously, let go of one hand, and the bucket of water that was about to be poured fell down.

He opened his mouth and exclaimed, and stretched out a strong and powerful arm diagonally, and grabbed the hemp rope over him.

"Strength."

Ji Wei's low voice rang in his ears, Liu Yimian's ears burned so badly that even the fingers pulling the rope were a little weak.

However, Ji Wei was so strong that he pulled up in twos and threes.

"Are you OK?"

He had planned to go back to the house to wear trousers, but he just heard Liu Yimian's breathing was a little short and asked casually.

"It's alright!" Liu Yimian called out, her voice lowered again, and the night darkened his blushing cheeks.

"Brother Ji, leave this clothes for me to wash tomorrow. You've been tired all day, so go back to the house and take a rest."

He suddenly reached for Ji Wei's trousers. Ji Wei didn't expect that he was dragged away all of a sudden, and he couldn't help laughing and crying, "Mianmian, these are the clean trousers I just collected from the rope. If you take it away, then What am I wearing?"

"Ah?" Liu Yimian subconsciously looked at Ji Wei's body, and when she thought of the empty trousers there, she hurriedly took her eyes back, and said nothing when she was ashamed, "I don't know, Brother Ji, Go and change your pants!"

After speaking, he immediately turned around and poured water into the basin, and stopped looking at him.

Ji Wei touched his nose and looked inexplicable.

Is this little guy shy?

But he is not naked.. naked.. body, what's so shy?

Ji Wei remembered that when he was in school, a bunch of shirtless boys crowded in the bathroom to take a shower, and sometimes helped each other to rub their backs. Thinking of this timid and shy boy again, suddenly felt a little emotional.

Could it be his brother's characteristic? Or is there any difference in the physical structure between the brother and the ordinary man?

Ji Wei thought a lot more, and couldn't help but secretly spurned himself.

Going back to the house and changing into his trousers, he almost broke into a sweat again, and he couldn't help but miss the good thing about air conditioners.

Not to mention the air conditioner, this ghost place doesn't even have a fan.

Thinking of this, Ji Wei couldn't help sighing.

In the last life, ice cubes were so cheap that ordinary people here could not afford it. Not to mention Ji Wei, no one in Changliu Town has ever eaten ice cubes in the memory of the original owner.

It's hot at home, but it's two outside.

Ji Wei intends to go out for a walk, so he blows out the candles. Passing by the shelf, saw a stack of paper pressed underneath. Out of curiosity, he pulled it out. The writing on the top is crooked and untidy, and it looks like the handwriting of a beginner.

In this family, besides him, it can only be Liu Yimian.

only

Ji Wei's expression gradually became serious. On this stack of paper, in addition to excerpts from the Book of Songs and the Analects of Confucius, the names of Liu Yimian and Ji Wei were written.

From the immature at the beginning to the rudimentary shape later, we can see his intentions.

Ji Wei thought about it, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the shelf and arranged it on the table. First study the ink, pour some cold water, and after the ink is thinned, open the Analects and start excerpting from the study.

He had been copying a full ten pages before he stopped writing and moved his sore wrists.

Liu Yimian entered the room with the clean clothes she had collected, and first saw a stack of papers on Ji Wei's table. Quickly stepped forward, wanting to appreciate his words. As a result, as soon as he approached, he saw that there was still a stack of paper on the stool, with crooked and ugly characters on it, which was obviously his hidden practice.

"Brother Ji, I put it away, why did you turn it out?" Liu Yimian put her clothes on the bed, immediately grabbed the stack of papers, and hid it behind her in embarrassment.

Ji Wei smiled and said, "Why, are you embarrassed now? I've read it several times, and it's useless to hide it."

He stood up and stood tall in front of Liu Yimian, against the small Liu Yimian who only reached his shoulders.

"But"

Liu Yimian couldn't help but glanced at Ji Wei's words, the ink was extremely pale, dark gray. But he is strong and powerful, neat and beautiful, which makes him envious. The rebuttal words that were about to be said were blocked and could not be said.

"But what, little fool."

Ji Wei scratched Liu Yimian's nose and said gently, "Learning Chinese characters is not a one-day effort, it takes years of practice. You have never practiced characters systematically before, so naturally your writing is not good."

Liu Yimian bowed her head in shame, her expression extremely gloomy.

How could Ji Wei not know Liu Yimian's thoughts, and took out the papers from his hand, "In this way, you can write a few words first, and you can write whatever you want."

He vacated the table, placed a blank piece of paper again, picked up the pen and handed it to Liu Yimian, standing aside and waiting. There is a lot of posture that Liu Yimian has been waiting without writing.

Ji Wei raised his eyebrows, "Come on, what are you afraid of?"

Liu Yimian took a deep breath and took the pen. Her palms were sweaty and slippery, making her writing a little awkward. He quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Wei, and seeing his encouragement in his eyes, most of the nervousness in his heart dissipated in an instant, wiped the sweat from his palms on his body, and wrote a sentence with a pen.