Chapter 675 The Young Lady and the Repairman (5)

Minghu Manor is very large. When Bai Yao is bored, she will walk around and maybe find some interesting little things. The backyard naturally has the most "surprises".

He Mian was cleaning up the debris under the wooden house, but he couldn't help but glance at the girl on the other side. Of course, she didn't disturb his work, she was just wandering around because she was bored.

Bai Yao was wearing a little white dress today, her long hair was tied into a youthful bun, and she was wearing a pair of little white shoes, which made her legs look white and long.

She has a lot of skirts, so she can wear a different one every day.

Are all girls in the world as particular as she is?

He Mian suppressed his curiosity and retracted his gaze.

Bai Yao found an abandoned well. She walked over curiously, put her hands on the brick edge of the well, and looked down. The deep part of the dark passage was full of dead leaves and branches.

When the wind blew, Bai Yao felt a little cold on the back of her neck.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back several steps.

His movements were too hasty, and Bai Yao staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, he supported her shoulders in time to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Bai Yao raised her eyes and looked at him, with confusion and surprise in her eyes.

He Mian should have run over. His breathing had lost its steady rhythm, his forehead was slightly messy, and his black eyes were staring at her, or rather, staring at her side.

He took a step to the side, blocking the slightly cold wind, and loosened his grip on her hand, "This dry well is very deep, it's dangerous to stand next to it."

Bai Yao rubbed her arm that was still a little painful from his grip, and was still surprised why he had such a big reaction, but she still said: "I know, thank you for reminding me."

He Mian didn't like to meddle in other people's business, because once she meddles in other people's business, it means that there will be interpersonal entanglements, which also means trouble. It was

just an accident that he suddenly rushed out just now. He lowered his eyes, bypassed Bai Yao, and went back to the wooden house to continue working.

The person behind him suddenly asked: "Are you injured?"

He Mian stopped and looked back at her.

Bai Yao looked at his face, "There are scars... on your face."

He Mian subconsciously raised his hand to cover the right half of his face, and lowered his head even lower. He said in a dull voice, "I was accidentally scratched by a branch yesterday."

These were scratches left by a woman's nails, and had absolutely nothing to do with the branches.

He said, "It's going to rain soon, you should go back quickly."

Then he stopped talking and walked quickly back to the wooden house.

Bai Yao looked up at the gloomy sky, which was covered with dark clouds and the wind started to blow. The shadows of the trees were swaying randomly, and it was indeed going to rain.

Minghu Town has a humid climate, and it often blows and rains here.

When Bai Yao just moved here, she had the good fortune to experience a long period of continuous rain. The air was humid, the clothes were humid, and even the bed was humid. To be honest, this town is really hard to like.

A drop of water fell on Bai Yao's face.

She raised her hand to wipe it off, "Ah, it's raining."

He Mian stood under the wooden house and glanced at the little white shoes on her feet. If she walked in the rain, these shoes would get dirty.

Bai Yao was still standing outside stupidly without moving.

He turned his back and squatted, busy pouring the paint into the bucket, and said lightly: "It will rain for a while, you can wait a while before leaving."

He Mian heard footsteps and could feel the girl standing behind him. He couldn't help but straighten his back.

He didn't understand why she had to wait for him to speak before coming in to take shelter from the rain. Moreover, he, who didn't like to meddle in other people's business, just said this as she wished.

He Mian felt annoyed for some reason, and he was angry at himself.

The rain poured down in torrents, hitting the leaves in the forest and the wildly growing grape vines. The chaotic rustling sound was like an omnipresent dense net that trapped the young man's heartbeat.

This was also Bai Yao's first time to step into this wooden house. Before, she had only taken a look outside when she passed by. Now that she walked in, she found that it had been cleaned and maintained very well.

Her mother said that she wanted to turn this place into a library, and now the shelves for placing books have been completed, just waiting for the books to be put on.

Bai Yao asked: "Did you do this too?"

He Mian raised his eyes.

She placed her fingers lightly on the bookshelf, feeling the grain of the wood with her fingertips. Curiosity in her eyes seemed to be studying something more interesting through this bookshelf.

He Mian retracted his gaze, "Yes, I did it."

Bai Yao came over and squatted beside him, "What are you doing now?"

He replied, "Preparing the paint for the wood boards."

"In this way, the wooden house will not be so easily damaged by insects, and it will not be so easily affected by moisture, right?"

He Mian nodded, "Yes."

Bai Yao supported his chin with both hands, muttering, "If you hadn't helped me repair the closet last time, I wouldn't have known that things made of wood require such complicated protection steps. You know so much." He Mian paused slightly

, the corners of his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he held back.

He heard from Aunt Fang that she was a good student and her college entrance examination results would certainly be good. After the summer vacation, she would be able to continue her studies in a very good university.

But he, whose life was a mess and who was forced to leave campus early, was not worthy of her affirmation in that tone in front of her.

Bai Yao suddenly sneezed, covering her mouth. He

Mian temporarily stopped what he was doing. He got up and walked over to close the door, blocking the rain mist that was blowing in from the outside, and also isolating the cold air.

But with the door closed, it was not appropriate for a man and a woman to be in the same room alone.

He Mian consciously walked to the corner with his tools, far away from her, so that she would not feel uncomfortable because of the presence of the opposite sex in the small space.

Bai Yao didn't disturb him from working. She just walked around the house and looked around, not feeling bored.

He Mian was concentrating on organizing the things in her hands. She seemed to be focused, but in the environment of the pattering rain, her footsteps were so noisy and harsh. He tried to ignore the noisy sound, but it was the opposite of what he wanted. Her movements kept echoing in his ears.

For the first time, He Mian hoped that the rain would stop soon. This house was too small and too stuffy. It was too crowded for two people inside.

"He Mian."

The voice came from above him. The moment he raised his head subconsciously, he saw her face close to him.