One thought in love

Chapter 654 As long as it's not a green hat, it's fine! 1
"I, no, Dai, that, Wan, Yi!" Wenren said through gritted teeth.

"I'm doing it for your own good, or I'll get sunburned." Fang Jiaran said regretfully.

"You don't want to spoil your pretty face, do you? What a pity to get sunburned! It's red, black, and peeling, just like white dead skin on hands and feet." Fang Jiaran While speaking, he also pointed out the exact location on his face with his fingers to enhance his persuasiveness.

"There is a piece of white skin here and there on your face. Even if you peel it off, there will still be thin white edges left on your face, everywhere. It looks like..." Fang Jiaran turned I thought for a while, "It's like a moss!"

Fang Jiaran doesn't need to deliberately make a disgusted expression, Wenren's rich imagination can't take it anymore.

Thinking of his face like that, Wenren couldn't help shivering.

Then, Wenren's eyes fell on the hat in Fang Jiaran's hand again.

There was a look of struggle in his eyes, as if he was making a decision in contradiction, should he choose the hat or the dead skin.

"Of course, you don't have to go. You won't be able to bask in the sun if you wait here." Fang Jiaran said with a smile.

She was quite sure that Wenren would not accept this suggestion.

Sure enough, as soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ren jumped up as if someone had stepped on his foot.

Uncle Guo said that he was a little rascal who didn't have any business. Now Fang Jiaran is allowed to go to the tea garden by himself. He is hiding from the scorching sun in the house. Can this be seen?

I don't know why, but he just doesn't want to be looked down upon by Uncle Guo.

So, without saying a word, Wenren just took two steps towards Fang Jiaran, snatched the hat from her hand, glanced at it with disgust, but still didn't want to wear it.

"Why don't you change it with me? You wear mine?" Fang Jiaran suggested.

Wenren dared to bet with his own head that Fang Jiaran was definitely not thinking of him, because this girl's eyes didn't even bother to hide the evil light of mischief.

"I don't think there is any difference between these two hats!" Wenren said through gritted teeth, and put the hat on his head vigorously.

"Pfft!" Fang Jiaran laughed out loud, her eyes rounded in surprise, "You look pretty good wearing it! It doesn't diminish your masculinity!"

Wen Ren's face was dark, and he looked in the mirror depressedly, the pink on the top of his head looked so ridiculous.

Pointing to the hat on his head, he turned to Fang Jiaran and said, "Are you sure your eyesight is fine?"

"Cough!" Fang Jiaran coughed dryly, hiding her laughter, "I think it's pretty good. Now that so many men wear pink clothes, what's wrong with wearing pink hats?"

Finally, she couldn't help but added: "As long as it's not a green hat, it's fine!"

After saying this, Fang Jiaran had the urge to slap himself in the mouth, why can't he control this cheap mouth!

She clearly reminded herself not to say it, don't say it, but she couldn't help but say it, damn it!

Wen Ren remained silent, and had already decided that she must be punished tonight!
This damn girl's mouth will feel uncomfortable if she doesn't shoot some arrows in her mouth for a day, and the greatest pleasure every day is to stimulate him.

He even wondered if Fang Jiaran completely regarded him as a tool to relieve boredom to some extent.

Hearing people pouted, this feeling is really bad.

It has always been the master who treats others as toys, how can someone treat him as a toy.

"Hey!" Wenren suddenly laughed evilly.

From the corners of the mouth to the corners of the eyes, there is evil in everything.

Fang Jiaran subconsciously took half a step back. Facing Wenren's evil appearance, he was so nervous that his hairs stood on end.

"You... What are you thinking about?" Fang Jiaran asked warily.

Wenren touched her chin, and the evil at the corners of her mouth slowly disappeared, but her eyes still looked at her from head to toe, back to head, and turned around with interest.

Afterwards, Wen Ren said nonchalantly, "Let's go to the tea garden."

Fang Jiaran felt that his throat was choked by his words, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

Anxiously scratching his head and wanting to know what Wenren was planning, but he couldn't think of it at all, it was really uncomfortable.

Just arrived at the tea garden, Wenren already admitted that the sun outside is really poisonous, if he didn't wear a hat, he could hardly keep his eyes open.

But that doesn't mean he likes the pink hat.

There are many people in the tea garden, and everyone is busy picking tea.

Then I heard the introduction from Uncle Guo: "We have already picked tea once during the Qingming Festival. The tea at that time was the best, without pesticides, and the aroma was good, and it was the best to drink. Relatively speaking, the tea at that time It will also be more expensive."

"The current batch has been sprayed with pesticides, and the taste is not as good as it was during the Qingming Festival, so the price is cheaper." Uncle Guo said.

Wen Ren didn't pay attention to what Uncle Guo said, because he found that many people had noticed the ridiculous hat on his head, and they were snickering in pairs.

Wen Ren curled his lips, barely describing their laughter as snickering, because he had never seen such a loud snicker.

However, those people were still covering their mouths, secretly laughing quietly.

"There are people in the village who specialize in frying tea, just pay them a processing fee, and then someone will come to collect the tea." Uncle Guo introduced.

"Uncle Guo, why don't you sell it yourself? This way, you can earn more money without the middle layer of exploitation!" Fang Jiaran asked.

"In fact, most of us don't want to be so troublesome. We will be too busy with so many things. Although the income is a little less, it is enough for a comfortable life." Uncle Guo said with a smile, as if he didn't care How much money do you want to earn, and what a luxurious life you want to live.

Fang Jiaran nodded and glanced at the busy crowd.

The tea garden is not small, and everyone has their own part, so it doesn't look crowded when it's spread out.

"Uncle Guo, can Aunt Tong's tea be harvested?" Fang Jiaran asked.

"Okay." Uncle Guo said, "Come with me."

"From here to there, it's all hers." Uncle Guo said, "It's not very big, it's smaller than ours, but she doesn't take this as a career, she just finds something to do when she has nothing to do, so she doesn't care about it." Make it so big."

Uncle Guo gave them the gloves and said, "You can pick them like this. If you want to pick them like this, do you see the buds in the middle? If they are connected like this, you have to pick the buds as well." Take it off together."

"It's best to pick the buds together with the tea leaves, and don't break them. This kind of tea is good and can be sold at a good price." Uncle Guo explained.

Fang Jiaran could see that Uncle Guo had slowed down as much as possible to let them see clearly, but his movements were too proficient, so even if he slowed down, Fang Jiaran still felt a little fast.

"Try?" Uncle Guo moved the branch, which trembled slightly, as if waving to her.

Fang Jiaran raised his hand uncertainly, and when his fingers touched the still trembling branches, he shrank back immediately.

Because of her movements, the branches that had been calm began to shake violently again.

"I'm afraid that if I pick it up, I'll waste my aunt's tea." Fang Jiaran said shyly.

"It's okay, look at this!" Uncle Guo introduced, "This one is easier. You can try this simple one first. In fact, it's really not difficult."

"Okay!" Fang Jiaran nodded.

But obviously, Fang Jiaran couldn't concentrate on picking tea, because she was surrounded by a group of three aunts and six women within less than 10 minutes of staying here.

Fang Jiaran was surrounded by an inner layer and an outer layer, and three layers left, right, left, and right.

Soon, Wenren realized that he was squeezed out by those three aunts and six women without knowing it.

He stood outside the crowd, like a bystander.

"The people in this village are the best!" Wenren gritted his teeth and muttered, it was really the first time he was squeezed out of the crowd.

Wenren crossed his arms, his legs were spread apart, and the corners of his mouth drooped, looking at the three aunts and six wives who were chirping at Fang Jiaran.

He even wondered if Fang Jiaran would be out of breath or even suffer from heatstroke under such a poisonous sun and surrounded by so many people.

Wenren didn't need to step on his feet, since these women were not tall anyway, he could easily see through the crowd, and saw Fang Jiaran was at a loss surrounded by the crowd.

(End of this chapter)