Chapter 18

Si Miao wanted to know where the nervousness came from after sending Ji Dongdong information every time.

If they don't answer for a minute, he will be nervous for a minute, if they don't answer for ten minutes, he will be nervous for ten minutes. If they don't answer all the time...then he should go back to sleep with Jiangcheng honestly.

Wen Xiao is a lady, and she ate slowly, fearing that the audience would find out that Si Miao didn't dare to look at her phone too often, and took it out to look at it about every three minutes.

Until Wen Xiao was almost finished eating, the phone didn't ring.

He suddenly became a little angry - I will send you a red envelope, you have nothing to say, I send you a picture and you don't see it, it's okay to send an emoji.

Si Miao took back the phone and secretly decided that if Ji Dongdong sent him information, he would not return.

Even if he made a voice, he would never listen.

Yes, just do it ╭(╯^╰)╮

Si Miao angrily stuffed the corn pulp into the firewood, and after processing it until there was no trace, he sent Wen Xiao back slowly.

The two of them were silent all the way.

"Brother Xiao Si." At the door, Wen Xiao shrank his neck and finally plucked up the courage to open his mouth.

Si Miao came back to her senses, "Huh?"

"Did something happen just now?"

"No..." Si Miao recalled, "The corn kernels are all hidden. Heaven knows you and I know about opening a small stove tonight."

Audience: [There are hundreds of thousands of us who know]

"It's not that," Wen Xiao swallowed and said timidly, "that is, is there anything else that makes you unhappy? I see your expression just now...how to describe it, it's very similar A child who didn't get a present for Christmas."

The huge gap from expectation to disappointment is obvious.

Si Miao: "!!!"

What the hell to describe, is it so obvious?

"No," Si Miao said perfunctorily, "it's probably too tired to toss during the day, so go back and rest."

"Okay, good night."

Wen Xiao went back meekly, and Si Miao also returned to a group of huts. The lights in the room were turned off, and in the dark, except for the power light of the camera, nothing could be seen.

Jiang Cheng was lying on the innermost side of the bed, looking like he was asleep.

Si Miao wrapped his jacket around the camera, took off his T-shirt lightly, and flipped out his pajamas. The phone suddenly vibrated violently!

In the quiet night, the vibration was quite obvious. Jiang Cheng had been pretending to be asleep just now, and couldn't help but say, "Xiao Si, you're back."

"I'm sorry, Brother Jiang, I'm disturbing your sleep." Si Miao quickly opened the lock screen, ready to suppress the vibration.

As a result, the displayed phone number made his hands numb and unable to move.

The tail number is seven and nine, which Si Miao remembered after seeing it once, and it came from Ji Dongdong's phone.

Without any hesitation, Si Miao slid out shirtless as if a reel had grown under his feet!

"Hey?" The last moment the phone was connected, Si Miao ran a little panting.

"It's me." The call on the phone was noisy.

Si Miao just wanted to say "I know", tangled, and turned around to turn, "Who are you, who are you?"

Laughing on the phone.

I couldn't hear the anger in the voice, and Si Miao regretted it in a blink of an eye, "Oh, you are Ji Dongdong."

"Well," Ji Yue's voice was lower than usual, "Eat this at night?"

Si Miao reacted for a while before understanding that "this" refers to corn.

"No, this is supper ... I listened to you a little noisy, is it outside?"

In the words, Si Miao thought, whether he was a bit wide.

Fortunately, Ji Yong's tone has not changed, "there is entertainment, eating outside."

After pause, he added: "So I didn't return your information in time."

Si Miao: "!!!"

He explained to him? Intersection Intersection

"It's okay," Si Miao waved his hand quickly. After finishing the action, he realized that the other party could not see it. "Since you are outside, you first ..."

"Brother Ji, who is it?" Si Miao said nothing, and the voices of strangers caught off their ears.

"Check the job."

Chagang is the privilege of male and female friends or husbands and wives. When he heard those two words, Si Miao was like a crab who was thrown into the boiling water. His face was red!

"Roll away, don't talk nonsense ... Si Miao, wait a minute."

The East of Ji seemed to be walking. After almost two or three minutes, the noise was replaced by the wind. He said helplessly: "They drink too much, don't want to say those words just now."

"Well," Si Miao stamped, "No, it's okay."

Anyway, it's also a nonsense, saying more ... pretty good.

The word "Cheung Gang" was like a horse -raid lamp. He changed into his head with various colors, and Si Miao quickly turned the topic, "You, how do you think, burn corn me."

Rao was the most popular in the East, and it was stunned by this statement upside down.

"Uh, I said wrong, it's my corn burned."

Ji Huodong: "..."

"It's good." Ji Guo collapsed all night's face and suddenly relaxed.

"Don't you owe me a meal, eat this too."

Si Miao returned to the room blankly and lay in bed blankly.

I was still a little sleepy, but now I ca n’t sleep anymore, how can I burn corn better with my mind.

You can buy a more tender fruit corn, and the pits will be brushed into the sauce for the first time ... Si Miao is excited, how can there be a stove pit at home! Intersection Intersection

When they gathered at 8:00 the next morning, Jiang Cheng and Si Miao looked more haggard than the other.

The assistant thought that the two of them were not used to sleeping in the same bed, and felt a little guilty, so he was careful when sending props to them.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ze, sleepy-eyed and disheveled, raised the props in his hand - rain boots and a sun hat, "Are you going to PUBG?"

"No," the assistant said, "Today's task is to learn how to plant rice with the village chief and his family."

"What?" Zhang Ze was frightened. "Sister, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'm also very sorry," Assistant Tan Shou, "but your task this morning is indeed to learn how to plant rice seedlings, and I can reveal in advance that your task for the next three days is to fill the entire land of the village chief's house."

"Mom," Qu Zixi pulled Wen Xiao and sighed, "the sun is so big, it will definitely get tanned, what should I do, Xiaoxiao."

"Then, put on more sunscreen." Wen Xiao didn't want to do it, but he didn't dare to say it.

Si Miao didn't say anything, he came here, and he and Jiang Cheng slept in the same bed, why would he be afraid of planting a few seedlings?

Facts have proved that it is not really a matter of planting a few seedlings.

A few people and the village chief's family studied for a whole morning, and then barely learned the theory of rice transplanting, but when it came to practice, it was not enough.

The boy is okay, one can't be inserted, and he is thinking about another method to continue to insert. The girls went to the sunless places to drill, one by one, fully armed, more like terrorists than terrorists.

Qu Zixi squatted under the roots of the tree, took the sunscreen spray to touch up her makeup, and finished it for herself, and asked Bai Tong, "Sister Tong, would you like some?"

"I have," Bai Tong took out a large can of sunscreen and smeared it on his neck, "what about these boys."

Before coming here, no one thought that there would be such a devil's task. Most girls carry sunscreen with them, and few boys do not.

"I'll call them over to clean it up later, you see Ozawa's getting red." Qu Zixi slapped her mouth.

Bai Tong: "It's okay to get red, but it's not easy to deal with sunburn, but Zixi, did you find a monster a few miles away from them?"