It turns out that you are undefeated in the East

In an idle life, time always passes unbelievably fast.He took a comfortable nap and was in good spirits in the afternoon. Mo Wuming continued with the unfinished work of growing vegetables in the morning, and Fang Mian?In addition to rest or rest.

I was so busy that it was not far from dinner time. I put away the farm tools, changed my clothes, and went to cook.Housework is the most trivial and complicated. After doing it for a long time, it is easy to get irritable and tired. If you don't want to mess around anymore, you can keep dinner simple.Steamed all the dumplings at noon, and made a simple egg drop soup, and it was on the table soon.

While serving the meal, he shouted to the back room: "Brother Fang, wash your hands and eat."

The door opened in response to the sound, and Fang Mian walked out slowly, wearing a gray bunt, his hair was loosened, and the draft passed by, flying recklessly, as if startled, ass, it is very annoying to look at.

Mo Wuming immediately greeted her enthusiastically, and found a blue hair tie from the chest in the back room.

Sideways avoiding Mo Wuming's hand, Fang Mian frowned and looked straight into the other's eyes.

"I'll tie your hair up, it's getting in the way of eating." Shaking, he pulled his hand out, "Didn't your hair loose just now, don't you think it's getting in the way. Sit down, it's time to eat."

As he spoke, he pressed Fang Mian lightly on the chair.

"I will do it myself."

"What's the big deal? Your arm is still hurt. If you argue with me for a while, it will be fixed a long time ago. It's alright, alright, turn around quickly."

Grabbing Fang Mian's hair on the side of his cheeks, reaching behind his ears, he grabbed it twice, wrapped it around the back of his neck with a hair band, and tied a bow, "Okay, it's so simple. Let's eat. "

The hair is so smooth, how many modern girls can't keep it with all kinds of hair mask essence, this hair quality is really enviable.

"By the way, before dinner, I brought two plates of dumplings to Mrs. Du, and I already told you that I will deliver food to you at noon tomorrow. I said that you are my distant cousin, come to see me, and told her not to talk too much."

Almost finished eating, Fang Mian put down his chopsticks and said, "Troubleshooting."

Fang Mian smiled and cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and didn't say any more, being kind to others, all he wanted was to be worthy of himself.

In the evening, it began to rain lightly again, the sky was still light, and the smoke from the cooking houses in the village gradually rose. After finishing the chores, Mo Wuming stood under the eaves of the door with folded arms to watch the scenery.

His home is at the end of the village, which is actually halfway up the mountain. Looking down, you can see scattered village houses, and looking up, you can see mountains and mountains.It is said that misty rain is the south of the Yangtze River. The sky is about to fade away, the drizzle is continuous, the villages are dimly reflected in the mirror, and the stream winds away. It looks like a fairy ink painting, very poetic and picturesque!

Such a beautiful weather, Mo Wuming had seen enough, and said happily: "It's raining, it's more suitable for sleeping!", patted his sleeves and turned to enter the house.

"Brother Fang, what is this? Not enough water?" Seeing the other party nodding, let me go, then how did you have enough for the first two days.

"Shampoo." He signaled the other party to change the water with his eyes.

No, you're disabled, it takes a lot of effort to wipe your body, and you wash your hair, but it's not dirty. How do you wash it? It's beautiful to enjoy the rain scene on a rainy day, but it's disgusting to have a wet room.

Of course, you can’t say that, Mo Wuming persuaded in a slow voice: "Brother Fang is injured, you should wash it later, the wound will be healed if it bursts."

Wanting to pretend that he didn't understand Fang Mian's refusal eyes, he opened his mouth and said, "Will you... I'll wash it for you?" Just wash it, he surrendered.

Responding and slandering at the same time, the rivers and lakes are reckless, how can you have a cleanliness addiction, don't know if you are not rough or a man!

Reluctantly, he asked Brother Fang to move to the bathroom and fetch water without complaint.

"Don't bend over, open the wound." Moved a chair and placed Fang Mian, "Just sit like this, tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

"En." Fang Mian moved slightly to make himself sit more comfortably, waiting for Mo Wuming to wash his hair.

His hair is long, and it takes a lot of effort to wash it. Mo Wuming asked Fang Mian to sit against the tub, put his long hair into the tub, grabbed his hair with one hand and poured water with a ladle in the other.Although this hair is black, long, smooth and smooth, whether it is loose or tied up, it looks good, but it is not my own, and no matter how beautiful it is, it is troublesome to wash.Heh, even if you are forced to be a kind-hearted homeowner, let the tenants experience the service that is worth the money. Mo Wuming's shoulders are slightly slumped, let's wash it!

He took a long breath, it was considered washed, he wrapped his hair with a cotton cloth, and helped Fang Mian, "You go back to the back room first, I will tidy up this and wipe your hair."

Fang Mian tilted his head to look at Mo Wuming, and replied with a good word. It is rare to see such a careful man.Only his mother had ever taken care of him so tenderly and carefully. His father was a rough and straightforward man. Occasionally, when his mother told him to wash his hair, it would always scratch his scalp and cause sewage to flow into his eyes.

Since his parents passed away, he was brought into the divine religion by Big Brother Tong. Although Big Brother Tong took good care of him, it was easy for men to ignore the little things in life.This person is very strange?strange!

Mo Wuming had no time to pay attention to the changes in Fang Mian's attitude towards him, and the scrutiny in his eyes. Is he very tired now? He is hoeing the ground, doing laundry, drying, cooking, cleaning, etc., his body is tired!On a rainy day that is so suitable for sleeping, he can't even sleep for a while now.

No matter how tired he was, he still had to save face, and Fang Mian, who walked around the door with a bucket in his hand, moved out calmly.

Fang Mian walked back to the inner room, and Mo Wuming came in after sitting for a long time. Looking up, he saw that he was holding a new piece of cotton cloth in his hand.

"Is the wound open?" Mo Wuming asked as he closed the inner door.He untied the cloth towel on Fang Mian's head, and changed to a dry cotton cloth to wipe his hair.

"No." Actually a little bit, but it's okay.

"That's good." Unable to control his long-winded nature, he asked worriedly, "Is it really all right? If it breaks, it won't take much trouble to wrap it up again."

"Well, no problem."

"That's good." I couldn't resist the drowsiness after wiping, and my movements slowed down...

Fang Mian realized that Mo Wuming had stopped wiping, and when he turned his head, he saw that the man's face was getting bigger and bigger.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I almost fell asleep. This hair will dry after a while." Mo Wuming raised his lowered head, pulled himself together and continued to brush his hair, and yawned by the way, so sleepy!

The tip of his nose slid across his cheek, it was cool, Fang Mian looked at Mo Wuming whose eyes were half closed again, raised his uninjured right arm, and was about to take the cloth towel and wipe it casually, but accidentally hit it Mo Wuming's hand.

Mo Wuming was awakened from the daze, straightened up and looked at the hand, the complexion was healthy, the joints were clear, it could be used as a hand model.No, what did you just ask?

So he leaned over to observe Fang Mian's micro expression, "Does it hurt you?"

Still grabbing the cloth towel in Mo Wuming's hand, Fang Mian turned to his face, got up and rubbed it twice, and replied: "No. After wiping, go and rest."

"Ah, good, I'm stuck to death." It's almost wiped, he has never served his own father so meticulously.Well, he didn't have a chance to serve his own father, he served this elder brother first, it doesn't matter, they live in the same room, hello, hello, hello everyone.But hurry up, being able to sleep is the most important thing!

It's not good to rush the tenant rudely, it doesn't fit other people's design, Mo Wuming gently instructed, "Walk around and pay attention to the wound, you come up first, I'll blow the lamp."

He stretched his waist, watched Fang Mian lay down under the blanket, blew on the lamp in a hurry, climbed into bed, and went to sleep!

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