Before the last word came out of his mouth, he saw the little girl looking at him with bright eyes, full of expectation.
His slightly parted lips slowly closed.
He fluffed his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the pavilion not far ahead, followed by the little girl behind him.
The sun was shining brightly, so the little girl behind him raised the bamboo hat in her hand to block Jun Ziqian's head, preventing the scorching sun from falling on him.
When Jun Ziqian noticed the shadow hanging over his head, he frowned and turned around, he saw the little girl smiling and holding a bamboo hat to block the sun for him.
It was as if a feather gently touched my heart.
Jun Ziqian covered his lips uncomfortably and coughed: "Miss Lan, you don't have to do this. You can just wear it yourself. I don't need it."
The little girl shook her head: "No, you are a patient now. If you get worse, it will be bad."
Reasonable and well-founded.
After saying that, she held the bamboo hat high, just because Jun Ziqian was a head taller than her, and her petite body looked very small in front of him.
The sun was so bright, but the little girl didn't seem to mind at all, her face was bright red.
Jun Ziqian had no choice but to turn around and stride towards the pavilion.
The little girl who followed did not lose her tail at all, holding her bamboo hat high until the two of them entered the pavilion.
Without the bombardment of the scorching sun, I finally felt the joy of coolness.
The pavilion is very simple, with no place to sit. It is used by the villagers to enjoy the shade occasionally.
The two of them stood in the pavilion, with countless pairs of eyes looking at them curiously.
Seeing this, Jun Ziqian was very upset. Just now, he was looking out for the little girl's reputation, but she was misled by her. The two of them stood here alone, a man and a woman, which must have made the villagers think too much.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly a bamboo tube was handed to me, and the little girl said in a clear and soft voice: "Brother Yanzhi, here, drink some water."
Jun Ziqian looked over and saw that the little girl had a smile in her eyes, upright and not timid at all.
He doesn't seem to mind these looks.
This seemed like he was overthinking it.
Looking at the thin drop of sweat on the little girl's forehead, Jun Ziqian curled his lips slightly and said softly: "I'm not thirsty, you can drink. I must be thirsty after working in the fields for so long."
The bamboo tube she carries with her is probably what she drinks after finishing her work.
He didn't expect that she would give him a drink first.
The gentleman's thin lips were slightly curved, and he felt that the little girl was quite well-behaved.
Little did they know, this was some kind of conspiracy that the little girl was still secretly carrying out.
She pushed the bamboo tube to him and patted the gourd hanging on her waist: "I have it here, feel free to drink it."
Having said this, Junzi Qian saw the bamboo tube pushed to his hand and could no longer refuse, so he took it.
He didn't open it immediately, but he saw the little girl looking at him eagerly, insisting on watching him drink it.
Helpless, he opened the bamboo tube and took a casual sip.
Probably affected by the scorching sun, the water in my mouth felt cool and sweet.
After drinking, he saw the little girl looking at him like stars.
this……
The expression on this little girl's face is too obvious...
Now he was sure that the little girl had not given up yet.
Jun Ziqian held his head against his head and felt helpless.
Then he asked: "Miss Lan, your surname is Lan? What's your name?"
The little girl blinked, something flashed in her eyes, and then she replied warmly: "I...my surname is not Lan."
Then he looked at Jun Ziqian and said cutely: "Brother Yanzhi, just call me Lan Mei."
Jun Ziqian's dark pupils darkened, and he looked at the little girl's eyes a bit strangely.
"Why doesn't Miss Lan want to tell her her last name? Is it because the banquet is not worthy of friendship?"
The man's dark eyes were deep, seeming aggrieved and yet also bewildered.
His majestic King Qin, the God of War, had to be so aggrieved and bewitched, and the target was a little girl, and he didn't even shock people's jaws when he told her.