Sick and beautiful people are not allowed to be white moonlight

Chapter 155 Making a Koi in the Chronicle 14
"Steady yourself up." Wen Shenli reminded, slowing down slowly, not riding so fast.

Lingyan hummed, and muttered in a low voice, "It would be great if there was a car."

The wind in early autumn is calm and gentle, with a hint of rice fragrance, and there are yellow rice fields on the left and right, with dragonflies hovering above them.

There are a few naughty ones, chasing Lingyan's hair and flying.

Lingyan Shandan stretched out her hand to catch them, and grabbed the wings of a stupid dragonfly.

It flapped its thin-winged wings, and its two big protruding eyes were shining.

Ling Yan stuck out her tongue towards it, and let it go with a snort: "I want you to tease me, scoundrel!"

"There will be."

Wen Shenli suddenly said something.

Ling Yan was at a loss for a moment, remembering that Wen Shenli should be answering her question, she raised her lips and smiled slightly.

"Wen Zhiqing, do you want to buy it for me?"

"Well, I'll buy it for you then."

Ling Yan thought for a moment: "Then buy it for me, what should you do if your future wife is angry?"

"I never thought about getting married." Wen Shenli hesitated for a moment, and finally gave the same answer.

It's just that the tone of his speech lacked confidence, and compared with the last time he replied, he was a little less sure.

Lingyan noticed it, and smiled brightly: "Then you bought me a car, do you like me?"

Wen Shenli did not answer this question, but chose to change the subject: "Miss Cheng, stay away from Cheng Laidi."

After several contacts, Wen Shenli saw that Cheng Laidi had a deep thought and didn't like Lingyan. At the same time, he also knew that Cheng Laidi probably regarded him as a prey and wanted to hunt him.

He has no interest in becoming someone else's prey, and he also dislikes Cheng Laidi.

He just mentioned a word.

Lingyan frowned and smiled.

"Ah."

Wen Shenli couldn't see what she looked like at this time, but listening to the reply with a rising voice at the end, he roughly guessed that she should be looking happy and happy at this time.

Inevitably, he tugged his lips lightly.

"Boom—"

The sky suddenly turned dark, and the front was covered with dark clouds, as black as the color of ink spilled on dry paper, and the torrential rain that was visible to the naked eye poured down.

"It's raining." Ling Yan pursed her lips, looked at the food and pork hanging on the front of the car, showing worry.

Wen Shenli looked around with cold eyes, his eyes fixed on a dilapidated thatched hut not far away, behind the rice fields, bicycles were not allowed to pass.

He stopped the car: "Miss Xiaocheng, you go in first to hide from the rain with your things, and I will follow you with my bicycle."

Ling Yan took the things, followed Wen Shenli's instructions and saw the thatched cottage, without any hesitation, she carried the things and walked quickly across the fields.

The dark green shirt she was wearing today had her jet-black hair messed up on her back, her small waist was much thinner, and the skirt on her lower body was blown up, forming a contrast with the color of the rice fields.

Wen Shenli's eyes were fixed, and he reached out to get the camera, but he didn't come back to himself until he found nothing.

It's the countryside now, no cameras.

Wen Shenli pursed his lower lip regrettably, stretched out his hand to put the bicycle on his back steadily, and followed quickly.

I don't know if it was God's will, just as Wen Shenli stepped into the thatched hut, the next second, heavy rain poured down.

It was not cold in early autumn, but it was raining heavily at this time, and the wind was blowing from the dilapidated thatched cottage, hitting the body like a cold knife.

The eaves of the thatched house were worn out, and rain was dripping in several places.

Wen Shenli glanced at the shrunken Lingyan, remained silent for a few seconds, searched around, and finally got together the dry sticks and straw in the thatched hut.

Start building fires in the most primitive way possible.

Ayayan is afraid of the cold.

In her previous life, she died in a snowy day.

Even if there is a tendency for the temperature to drop, she will wrap her up tightly if conditions permit.

Wen Shenli's movement of digging wood to make fire attracted Ling Yan, who sat aside, smiling with her lips parted, her tone calm.

"I've tried it many times before, and my hands were worn out, and it didn't work."

In his previous life, he fought in the frontier fortress, and in winter, it would be covered with heavy snow, and the water he drank was melted snow water.

Before leading troops to fight, Lingyan was the eldest lady of the prime minister's mansion who never touched the sun with her ten fingers, and had never done these jobs.

But the military adviser said: These are basic survival skills, general, you must learn them.

Lingyan gritted her teeth, and stood outside the Great Wall in heavy snow, wearing a battle robe, with stains all over her face, scarlet eyes, stubborn and useless at school.

But she can't learn.

There was blood on the palms of the grinding hands, and there was no good fire.

She lay down on the ground crying, discouraged and angry.

Thinking of the great general who died in battle, she cried even harder.

It was the coldest winter, she was frostbitten after crying, her knees hurt so much that she couldn't stand up.

But no one asked her if it hurt.

The imperial court only cared about winning or losing the war, and never cared about the suffering of soldiers.

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Wen Shenli made two simple operations, and the fire started instantly. He added firewood and said slowly.

"You don't have to do this. When I go back to the city, I'll buy you a lighter. You can start a fire wherever you want."

Lingyan hummed displeasedly.

Wen Shenli thought she was unhappy, so he smiled helplessly, pointed at the remaining wooden sticks, and waved to her.

"Come here, I will teach you."

Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say that there was no need for it now, but her nose felt sore for no reason, and a trace of tears overflowed from her eyes, which were flushed.

She bit the flesh inside her lower lip, walked over and squatted beside Wen Shenli.

Wen Shenli spoke in a gentle and careful voice, with a very shallow smile on his lips.

He made a bird's nest with dry straw, explaining that this is a fire starter.

Then, find a suitable stick, a small piece of wood, drill a hole in it, and make a slot.

Wen Shenli smiled and said: "This is more difficult, it takes a lot of hands, if you can, you should try again with gloves on."

Lingyan bit her lip, nodded with her head down, and replied with a muffled yes.

Afterwards, Wen Shenli took the next step.

"Stand on this small board with your feet, and don't let it shake randomly."

Lingyan watched, watching Wen Shenli rubbing the wooden stick back and forth with both hands, within a few minutes, the small hole in the wooden board would start to smoke.

The fine powder produced by the friction was then ignited, and the fire was successfully ignited.

Wen Shenli added this one to the previous pile, while using dry sticks to form a triangle, and slowly added straw to the ground.

Ask: "Will you meet?"

Lingyan hummed, and said, "Yes."

"You don't need to know it." Wen Shenli smiled warmly: "I will buy you a lot of lighters, and get this hand grinder."

Aya Yan's eyes turned red.

With persuasion, there is really everything.

The fire ignited vigorously, adding warmth, and Lingyan rubbed her hands, her complexion improved a lot.

Looking at the heavy rain outside, the strong wind, the blowing rice dumped to one side, the heavy rain bent the waist of the rice,

She frowned and sighed, the food was getting cold.

…………

"You came back alone? Where is Yan girl?"

(End of this chapter)