Chapter 17

The corner of the lip involuntarily pulled up a bitter smile of self mockery. Mo Hui turned over and looked at the painting on the bamboo mat for a moment. Her eyes moved to the small wood carvings beside the painting. There were nine small wood carvings, each of which was very fine. Her wood carvings only carved one person, Zhang lingshuo.

These are two years, often miss disaster, can't sleep at night, she carved them, small eyebrows, knife by knife to engrave the people I miss.

She has no backbone, she knows.

Love is magnificent, but hate is not.

This full of love and hate, always when she is not careful to stab her heart.

Mo Hui pondered, but her stomach didn't cry. Her voice was so loud that she couldn't ignore it. She held it for a while, until she couldn't help it any more, she slowly went out of bed, changed clothes, and combed her black shoulder length hair.

This head of black hair, she is extremely puzzled. In the past two years, her body has been extremely thin, her nutrition supply is insufficient, and her body has become very bad, but her hair has not changed at all. Her hair is still black and bright, and there is no withered and yellow bifurcation.

For him, her hair was the only thing that caught his eye.

Suddenly, she didn't want to look at herself in the mirror. She left the bamboo comb and opened the door. The cool air and moist air suddenly came to her face, which made her feel much better. The rain freshened the air in midsummer and drove away the heat wave and high temperature in recent days. It seemed that the heat of yesterday was people's imagination.

Innumerable voices came from the shop in front of me. It was noisy. It seemed that many people were chatting.

Mo Hui didn't feel surprised. In the past, when it was rainy and everyone couldn't go out to work or do farm work, people in the town would come to the small shop together to chat, so as to spend the boring leisure time brought by the rain. Sometimes they eat steamed buns or knock melon seeds, sometimes they just chat.

Simple and casual is what she yearns for.

Mo Hui walks slowly downstairs and picks up a bamboo umbrella. The umbrella is made by craftsmen in the town. The ribs are made of bamboo. It's said that there are 108 ribs. She hasn't counted them. If you look at the dense bamboo, you should have this number. The hand painting on the surface of the umbrella is also made by craftsmen. It's the boundless bamboo forest with black color. She likes it very much.

Holding up the bamboo umbrella, she stepped into the small garden. Through the wooden window, the enthusiastic voice of the villagers kept listening to her.

"Mr. Zhang, the heavy rain has damaged the way back to the city. You can stay in the town for a longer time. We'll take you to know our town. Maybe you will find other bamboo products. We townspeople can also show Mr. Zhang some bamboo products at home. In the past, generations in our town depended on bamboo for a living. Many bamboo products were only found in ancient books left by our ancestors. You must read them. "

"Yes, yes. Maybe it's not all bad for the road to be washed down by the heavy rain. At least Mr. Zhang is left behind. "

"It's a small misfortune for Mr. Zhang, but a great blessing for us."

"Really. Ha ha

"What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

"Good. Is there an Internet in town? " It's Zhang lingshuo's light voice. His work can't work without Internet.

This voice let Mo Hui stop, holding an umbrella in the heavy rain.

Why is he here?

Because of the steamed bun Zhang Qing gave me? Mo Hui is amused by the thought that flashed in his head. Will he, the president of Zhang's group, do these childish things for a small steamed bun? No way!

Maybe it's just because of the rain, I was pulled over by the enthusiastic townspeople.

Yes, she always forgets that Zhang's group makes all kinds of household products. The bamboo mat in Zhuxi town was once famous. Although it has declined, it still has abundant resources. As long as he has the heart, he can always find, not to mention he has always been good at finding neglected business opportunities.

Therefore, it is inevitable that he will appear here.

She ran away with only one look yesterday. Now he is directly in her home. Where can she escape? How long can you escape?

Don't think in silence.

The conversation in the small hall continued to reverberate in her ears.

"Yes, yes, if Mr. Zhang needs it, we'll connect it later. Does Mr. Zhang continue to stay in Shengde hotel? " There was also a warm inquiry from the townspeople.

"Not sure yet." Zhang lingshuo replied.

"It's not easy. My boss is connected to the Internet. Just move in the president. What's the trouble of reconnecting the Internet? " Zhang Qing proposed.

Mo Hui is shocked all over in the rain. What kind of messy proposal does this girl make?

"That's right. Your boss is connected to the Internet. But can your boss promise? " Asked the townsman.

"It should be no problem. She doesn't care much about anything. I guess it's the same." Zhang Qing said, looking back at the small garden by the way, he saw his boss holding a bamboo umbrella in a daze in the garden with an ugly face, "boss, what are you doing standing in the rain? Come in quickly!"

Everyone's eyes moved to the small garden, so did Zhang lingshuo.From his point of view in the past, we can only see a thin and hazy figure standing in the uneven small garden, holding a paper umbrella. The heavier the rain is, the hazy her face will be. It's not true. I just feel that the rain drops on the flowers and leaves around her are very clear.

The red and green flowers and leaves set off her taste of dust.

Heart, suddenly in the chest, want to take a closer look at the woman who entered his dream without warning last night.

Mo Hui still had an impulse to escape. All her eyes were focused on her, and one of them was very hot, almost through the wet and cool air, looking straight into her heart.

Who in the world can make her nervous like a frightened rabbit? There is always only one answer, that is Zhang lingshuo.

"Boss..." Zhang Qing called again hesitantly.

Mo Hui suddenly recalled that she was not Mo Hui two years ago. He should not have recognized her. Why should she care too much about his eyes. Even if you recognize it, he should be the first one to escape.

Mo Hui took a deep breath and walked into the store with a seemingly calm but actually panicked pace. But as soon as she entered the store, she couldn't wait to drill into the kitchen, trying to avoid the burning eyes. But that vision is like a quick cheetah, does not let its prey leave his sight half a minute, has been chasing her figure as if nothing.

"Boss, listen to Zhang Qing say you hurt your leg yesterday, now feel better?" It's Uncle Wang speaking.

"It's OK. It's just a scratch. It's not in the way." Don't reply.

"Why don't I bring you a copy of the grazed herbal medicine from home later? We used to rely on it for all our work injuries. The effect is very good. It can be cured in three days, and it won't leave scars." Uncle Wang said enthusiastically that he couldn't help being a typical talker. He likes to talk about everything.

"Thank you for your kindness. I really don't have to." Don't answer back, but you are shouting in your heart, expecting Uncle Wang to stop talking to her, and that person's eyes won't stay on her all the time.

Mo back to wash hands, ready to Taomi congee, but found that the stove has been cooked. Isn't Zhang Qing never willing to help her?

"Boss, the president wants to eat millet porridge, so I cooked it first. Don't worry. I've cooked two people's share. It's absolutely enough. " Zhang Qing also did not know when to run to the store table to sit down, or with Zhang lingshuo table.

Zhang Qing waited and saw that his boss didn't respond. He added, "rice porridge is cooked according to your usual way. You don't have to worry. I'd like to introduce you. Next to me is what I call the very, very handsome president. You haven't seen him for a few days. He seems to be handsome again. Ha ha

Zhang Qing's words attracted the laughter of the people present. They were all kind and indulgent.

Don't return to light Cu brow, in the heart seem to choke what thing, affliction almost want to squat down to rest.

"What's the matter with you?" The magnetic lazy voice sounded in my ears. The warm breath almost touched Mo Hui's pale skin, which led to her sensitive tremor.

Mo Hui raised her eyes, only to find that she was really squatting on the ground, holding her knees, her thin face buried in her knees. When she saw the man squatting close to her, her pure black eyes were filled with deep concern, and her eyebrows were gently frowned. They were twisted into a good-looking appearance, and even her lips were tightly pursed.

Just lightly lift Mou, she then sees him to see crazy.

How long has it been since I took a good look at him? His appearance can only appear in the dream, only his ruthless determination, clean and agile turn, the impatience on Junyi's face.

She had never seen such a look on his face. It was so tender that people wanted to cry.

"Does it hurt badly?" Zhang lingshuo's thick eyebrows tightened a few more points. He carefully looked at the purple mark on her left knee, with blood on it. It can be seen that the wound has not been properly cared for.

His voice let Mo come back, see the action on his hand, she quickly waved his big hand. His voice was cold and clear, as if he was thousands of miles away. "I'm fine. You don't have to mind your own business!"

Mo Hui gets up in seclusion, ignores the eyes of the town and stops on her and him. As if nothing had happened, he picks up the simple blue and white porcelain bowl and comes to the small table where no one is sitting and eats porridge quietly.

The townspeople are also used to the fact that the shop owners don't like to answer people. After a pause, they continue to talk about lively topics.

They are talking about something, but they don't have the heart to listen carefully. Their legs are trembling seriously, but there is a hot light behind her all the time.

Zhang lingshuo also didn't care, regardless of other townspeople's visit, adjusted the angle of the seat, so as to have time to watch the little woman's behavior. She is very quiet, looks like a clever sitting next to porridge, she is very small, very thin, almost transparent white face with dark blue blood vessels, thin arm exposed to the cool air, as if a strong touch, she will be broken.

Ordinary facial features, there is no amazing place, but enough intriguing.

Reluctantly, her whole body up and down, only a head of black shiny hair can enter the eye, shoulder length hair with the action of porridge, one after another floating. Intuition told him that this woman is a person with a story, otherwise why did she even slow down the air flow when she sat there?