When Shen Yan fled to the ruined temple at the entrance of the village, his ankles were bleeding and he had a fatal note in his arms.
She disguised herself as a man and hid her probing skills, just to take a breather and avoid her uncle's pursuit.
It was the cake handed over by Granny Zhang and the herbs put down by the rough man, which quietly warmed her cold heart.
Lin Shi has always believed in death - water is dug out with a hoe, not calculated with a copper compass.
The first time I saw that foreign boy, who was as thin as a gust of wind, squatting under the locust tree and said, "Uncle, this mountain can divert water," he just thought he was a liar.
Until she walked into the mountains through the mud, and with a compass and a few sketches, she actually led a gurgling clear spring from the rock formations.
It wasn't until a rainy night that he saw half of her plain skirt exposed under her drenched skirt.
Later, someone asked Lin Shi what he regretted most in his life.
He squatted on the ridge of the field and looked at the girl who was teaching the villagers to build canals not far away. His Adam's apple rolled up and he said, "I regret that I mistook her for a kid and beat her three times."
Shen Yan also regretted it.
I regret my blindness and regard that "uncle" who looks to be in his early thirties as an elder——
It turned out that he was only one year older than her.
Small Theater
Lin Shi (his ears are red): Is your compass really not a fortune teller?
Shen Yan (shaking the copper compass): Of course not. It can measure water veins, and it can also... Measure marriage.
Lin Shi:?
Shen Yan (pointing to the compass): Look, the pointer has turned three times and is pointing at you.
Intention: To repay the kindness of the spring with one's own body