Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 45 He Miao is also afraid of cold
Song Yi stood outside for a long time, so long that he wondered whether Lin Yuzhu was sewing buttons or embroidery inside.

He tried to knock on the door a few times, but there was no movement inside.

"Have you finished sewing? Hurry up and go back to the field to work, don't rely on me to be lazy."

Still no answer.

He frowned, took out the key to open the door, and looked at Lin Yuzhu who was lying on the table and exhaled in frustration.

How dare she sleep in the captain's office!
He walked over and pushed her arm unceremoniously, "Get up and go to work, sleep here with me, I will help you."

Lin Yuzhu grabbed the hand that disturbed her sleep and rubbed it under her face, muttering in a daze, "Don't make me sleepy."

The warm and soft cheeks that belonged to a woman caused a numbness on the back of his hand. He froze and pulled back his arm as if electrocuted, his heart beating loudly.

He opened his mouth, wanting to scold her angrily, but seeing her defenseless sleeping face and the black shadows under her eyes, he was really distressed, angry and a little helpless.

The door lock clicked and the curtains were drawn shut with a bang, making the whole office much darker.

Song Yi continued to write materials, and looked up from time to time to glance at Lin Yuzhu who was sleeping peacefully.

Lin Yuzhu was still asleep until she finished writing.

He put down the pen, screwed the cap of the ink bottle, and seeing that the mud mark on her face had dried, he reached out his hand to wipe it off for her.

The mud was not wiped clean, and there was a trace of blue ink on Lin Yuzhu's face
Song Yi pursed his lips in embarrassment, stood up, went to the basin stand, took a towel and wet it.

He supported the edge of the table with one hand, bent down and gently wiped the stains on her face.

The coolness on her face made the sleeping Lin Yuzhu frowned, and with a moan, her thick and curly eyelashes fluttered a few times, Song Yi retracted his hand like lightning, and stared at her nervously.

Fortunately, she didn't wake up.

After finally wiping her face clean with trepidation, Song Yi secretly heaved a sigh of relief, a little bit of a fluke with a guilty conscience.

He had never looked at her so carefully before, scanning her face inch by inch.

She was beautiful, and he had long been used to seeing her, but since she woke up after hanging herself, she seemed to be very beautiful.

He lowered his eyes and stared at her thinking for a long time, and had to admit the thought that was about to come out of his heart.

In the past, she was good-looking, but it was not interesting.

Now she has a frown, a smile and a look.
Hook up people's hearts.

"Hmm..." Lin Yuzhu slowly opened her eyes. The dim light and the whitewashed walls gave her a confusing illusion that she didn't know what night it was, who I was and where I was.

"wake up?"

Song Yi's cold and hard voice instantly brought her back to reality, she raised her head mechanically, and smiled dryly at him across the table, "Why didn't you call me."

"Didn't call you? How did you have the nerve to say it? You slept like a dead pig, and you didn't even know it was carried away."

"Uh..." Lin Yuzhu sat upright, her smile froze for a moment, and she immediately collapsed and rubbed her arms with her teeth grinning.

Sleeping with her arms pressed down, she felt numb, as if ten thousand ants were eating together on her arms.

"Then I'll go first." She crossed her arms and was about to get up, but sat down decisively again.

There are also ants gathering on the legs.
It's okay if you don't move, but if you move, she wants to saw her leg!

Song Yi looked at her quietly, annoyed and funny, especially the red marks on her face, which clearly proved that she was bold enough to sleep in his office for half an afternoon.

"Cough" Lin Yuzhu glanced at Song Yi awkwardly, "I'll sit down for a while. Can I drink some water?"

Song Yi put down the pen, silently poured her a glass of water and came back.

"Thank you." Lin Yuzhu watched him bury her head in writing while drinking water.

Glancing twice before, she found that he woke up after a nap, and he was still writing a plan on how to increase the yield per mu.

This seems to be the second edition.

"Captain, I probably know why the fields at Changkengwei and Baishi'ao can't get much food."

"Tell me."

Lin Yuzhu knew from his non-stop writing attitude that he didn't take her words seriously.

"It's obviously the same fertilizer, the same seeds, and the sunshine is pretty good, but the fields over there are not productive, right? The reason is simple, all the fields over there are cold water fields."

"What did you say? What do you mean by cold water fields?"

Song Yi finally stopped writing and stared straight at her with a serious expression.

Lin Yuzhu tapped her head with her fingertips, "The closer to the fields at the foot of the mountain, every time I go into the water, it feels like a ghost is hugging my legs, and the cold starts from the soles of my feet to my heart."

Absurd ghost stories about these fields have been circulating in the village, but they have not been mentioned in recent years.

But these paddy fields still need to be planted. Who will plant them?
Whoever is unlucky will plant it.

Like her and those class enemies.

"There are no ghosts in this world!"

"Ah yes yes yes."

Lin Yuzhu nodded perfunctorily, the temple has been razed to the ground, so there is nothing wrong with it.

"I mean we are surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the groundwater is abundant. The water in the paddy field at the foot of the mountain is seepage water from the mountains. People are afraid of the cold, and so are the seedlings. It has to work hard to survive, so it doesn't care about producing any food."

Moreover, many of the mountainous areas are terraced fields. As a result, patches of rice can only grow up to knee height, and the yield is appalling.

But the people here have lived here for generations, and they have always been in this state, so naturally they don't think deeply about it.

They will only work harder to fertilize, and it is farmyard manure.

Lin Yuzhu thought he would ask more questions, but he bowed his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his head and looked into her eyes with burning eyes.

"You have a way."

Not a question, not a rhetorical question, but an affirmation.

"Hiss?" Lin Yuzhu leaned on the table and looked closely at him, "Are you so sure?"

He clicked his tongue irritably, and raised his hand to pinch the space between his brows vigorously.

"I have always had inexplicable dreams in the past few days. I dreamed that a little girl grew from a few years old to her twenties. I also dreamed of some things, tsk, I can't name them."

"She... likes to wear that kind of white shirt... Cough... she looks okay, with a pair of dimples and a red mole on her chest. If I'm not mistaken, it should be you, right?"

Song Yi lowered his head, his face was flushed, and his ears were so red that he was about to bleed.

He saw that many of the habitual little movements of the person in the dream were exactly the same as the woman in front of him, and he thought of her recent absurd but reasonable thoughts.

He figured it out, she was probably the old man who said that people in ancient times had three souls and seven souls, and one day, when the missing souls and souls were found, they would have more memories of previous lives.

Although he had always listened to it as an interesting story, in front of him, he actually saw the truth.

"Oh~" Lin Yuzhu covered her mouth in disbelief, so embarrassed that she wanted to burrow into the ground.

What the hell is this...

She does have a pair of very deep dimples.

There is also a red mole on the chest that is exactly the same as this body.

It's not that she likes to wear white shirts, but she's used to wearing a white shirt that only covers her buttocks when she's in her apartment...

My own home, and living alone, must be how I let myself go.

She thought she had an absolutely private private space, but in the end, she died in a live broadcast in another unexpected way.

Lin Yuzhu's thoughts were running fast, she shouldn't have done anything embarrassing
There shouldn't be any.

As a self-media person, when I am busy, I am either racking my brains to write copywriting or editing films. At most, I don’t wash my hair or face for two or three days, and my image collapses.
"So." Lin Yuzhu laughed dryly, "The last time you saw me, I must have been pretty."

Images flashed through her mind.

The road lined with palm trees, the sports car, the students fighting on the road, the violent impact, the severe pain of broken bones...

"I don't know, I just saw you lying in that hospital with white walls, with many tubes on your body. You can't get in, you can't see clearly, and I didn't dream about it again yesterday."

Song Yi said in a low voice, and raised his eyes to glance at her, "You are knowledgeable, you have a whole wall of books, talking about how to cure cold water fields."

Lin Yuzhu looked up at the roof speechlessly, "All right."

As expected of Song Iron and Steel, he has a great ability to go back and talk about topics, and he will never go astray...

(End of this chapter)