Back to the era with space materials

Si Ningning didn't want to deal with someone who was too stupid, but that didn't mean that she was a bitch with no temper at all.

Jumping sideways repeatedly, right?

Then you can dance for me again.

Si Ningning's eyes were cold, his aura was full, half of his gorgeous face was hidden in the shadows, and he stared at Jiang Yue condescendingly due to his height advantage.

Even Jiang Yuetoutie couldn't help but feel a little afraid in front of such Si Ningning, and obediently clenched the broom in his arms.

There was a brief stalemate in the atmosphere. Si Ningning calmed down and turned around and smiled at Xu Shuhua: "I just saw a well outside. I'll go over and see if I can get water."

After that, he went straight out of the house.

The well is in the front right of the house, just two steps ahead along the path outside the opening.

Si Ningning squatted by the well and gently rolled up his sleeves.

Her wrists are very thin, and her skin is porcelain white. The broken light from the leaves falls on it, as if it is translucent.

And as the sleeves rolled up higher and higher, a large bruise on the porcelain white arm broke into sight, which was very eye-catching.

Si Ningning only recalled her original life experience when she first traveled through time, and did not take the initiative to recall the rest. Just now, Jiang Yue grabbed her wrist, and along with the dull pain, many fragmented memory fragments flashed in her mind.

Swill in the military kettle, coal slag in the lunch box, needle points and thick rulers, and the almost hysterical mocking: "You eat, you will be full!"

How strong a person must be to endure this?

Affected by the memory, Si Ningning felt depressed and shed tears unconsciously.

I was feeling uncomfortable after sobbing, but soon, it felt like someone was grabbing my throat, and suddenly I couldn't bear it anymore.

"How long have you been standing there?" Si Ningning wiped away her tears and stood up awkwardly.

Five or six meters away, under the shadow of the trees, stood a tall man with broad shoulders and narrow waist.

"The toilet is over there." Mo Bei said calmly, tilting his shoulders back.

Not only was he tall and tall, but he also had a very upright appearance, with pointed eyebrows and starry eyes, and a clear and sharp jawline. He would be considered a handsome man who would be highly sought after by young girls in future generations.

Even the sound is like a spring dripping from a mountain stream, cool and pleasant.

etc!

This seems to be the first time he spoke after introducing himself?

Besides, the previous one wasn’t considered self-introduction, right?

Everyone calls me xxx. I am xx years old and I am an educated youth from xxx place.

When it came to his mouth, there were only two simple words: "Mo Bei."

He is handsome and has a lot of personality, but he is just a little too cold.

Although Si Ningning has a very weak family relationship, she cannot deny the fact that she is the daughter of a wealthy family. Although she is not as extravagant and luxurious as other corporate daughters, her education and living environment since childhood have shaped her to be a delicate and proud character.

Therefore, she doesn't like flipping.

In other words, no one likes a hot face against a cold butt.

Si Ningning lowered her eyelids, put down her sleeves, and turned to look at the wellhead.

The wellhead is raised, 50-60cm in diameter, and very deep.

Si Ningning lay on the edge and looked in. The reflected wellhead was only the size of a disk, and her head was only as big as a thumb.

"Don't look, we can't fetch water without a bucket." Mo Bei's voice was cold, and at some point, he was already standing beside her.

Si Ningning said "Oh", but of course she also found that she couldn't fetch water.

This place has not been inhabited for so long. Not to mention the buckets for fetching water, no one has cleaned the fallen leaves in the well.

Clapping her hands and breaking the moss, she stood up and walked back.

Mo Bei followed her leisurely and leisurely, staring at the braid swinging on her back shoulders in trance.