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Since then, he no longer cast a glance at Song Zhi.

The hotel the two of them were in was not extravagant, and the flood came late. Compared with sleeping outside, finding a fairly comfortable room was quite rare.

It's evening again, the sun is setting, and the sunset glow in the sky is made of purple, pink and a little orange. The brightness and texture are as gentle and gorgeous as a watercolor painting.The evacuation point of the Qingyuan people is also a quiet town, and all the street lights have not yet been lit.

Fang Chengyan's indifferent side face was hidden in such a light and shadow.

He was standing by the railing of the outer balcony. He hadn't seen him for a year, and he looked unchanged. He still liked to wear different styles of black shirts...

But the only thing that has changed is that he seems to be smoking more, and it has almost become a daily necessity.

The little fire in the middle of the fingertips looked fragile and tiny under such a gorgeous sky, and when it was about to burn out, it was slammed down again.

"If you get along with me, it will make you feel very uncomfortable."

Song Zhi's brows twitched, his face pale.

"Don't mind too much, just pretend that I can't bear to see your old acquaintance suffer." He imitated the so-called address in Song Zhi's mouth, and his tone was alienated and divided: "I'm staying here temporarily, do you hear me?"

He left after saying that.

"..." Song Zhi sat by the bed blankly, as if he had fallen into a desperate situation.

Mao Jianer lightly jumped from the ground to the edge of the bed, stepped on the owner's leg, and got under the T-shirt again. After a while, he fell asleep there.

Song Zhi hasn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time, the dry and soft big bed exudes a leisurely and fresh smell, and he no longer has to enjoy the taste of humidity.

He was so tired that he got up early in the morning, ate a little lunch at the hotel, and stayed in the room until two o'clock.Song Zhi planned to go out for a walk, but unfortunately he didn't find the key card in the house.

You can only ask next door.

As soon as the person stood in front of the door, the door opened from the inside before he mustered up his courage.

Secretary Han came out from the inside and found him standing outside, and paused in surprise.

Seeing that it was the secretary, Song Zhi felt a little relieved.

Maybe he was afraid of seeing someone, so he asked in a loud voice, "Do you have the room card?"

Secretary Han switched hands, put the folder under his arm, took out the card in his pocket, and handed it to him.

Song Zhi held it and was about to leave.But immediately after, Fang Chengyan came out while wearing a suit jacket. It seemed that he was planning to go out as well.

Song Zhi's gaze directly collided with the other's, and he had to say, "Do you want to work today?"

Complete nonsense.

Just to avoid embarrassment, click to the end.

"En." The man simply responded and strode past him.

The secretary followed closely, and the two walked around the corner of the stairs before disappearing from Song Zhi's sight.

……

Not long after Song Zhi arrived at the evacuation point, the sisters of the Liu family caught sight of him, waved wildly at him, and trotted over: "The village assistants are looking for you all over the world!"

"He is back?"

Song Zhi followed them to find someone, went up and patted on the shoulder, and called out, "Jiamu."

Tian Jiamu was recording the number of supplies, turned to see Song Zhi, and put down the notebook in his hand.He held Song Zhi's hand with both hands, and spoke eagerly: "Are you here!?"

He looked at the latter all over his body, with guilt on his face, and his hands clenched even tighter: "Brother Song, I just heard about it this morning!"

"The last wave of rescue teams left after hearing the government's notice. People in the town said that you survived for eight days and only came out yesterday! I'm dying of anxiety!"

"You've lost weight again, it's all my fault!"

Song Zhixiao: "You are going to the provincial capital to do business, how can I blame you?"

Tian Jiamu was much more emotional than he was: "I should have come back sooner! I didn't read the list, if I did... How could I, how could I let you suffer this kind of thing!?"

Song Zhi comforted him: "It's over, I don't blame you."

Tian Jiamu asked: "The flood is so deep, how did you get out in the end?"

The sisters of the Liu family interjected, "He was picked up by the real estate boss."

Tian Jiamu hesitated, holding Song Zhi's hand a little loosely: "...Mr. Fang is here?"

"……Um."

Tian Jiamu paused, then asked again: "Then where do you live? I just walked around the site a few times, but I couldn't find you."

Song Zhi pulled out his hands and pointed to him: "It's in that hotel."

Tian Jiamu looked over, the light in his eyes dimmed slightly, and he knew something in his heart.

Song Zhi didn't want to say too much about Fang Chengyan, so he asked instead: "After you went to the provincial capital, what happened? When will it be better?"

"Soon. We have the supplies, and there are hundreds of water pumps. I estimate that it will be ready soon in less than a month. The inspectors in the city said that the flood will recede in two days, and we need to measure the water level and report regularly. You Look, they are driving pilings, and when the time comes, they will set up a tent next to the measuring point, and find someone to take turns guarding it at night."

Song Zhi followed what he said, but just as he finished speaking, Tian Jiamu's voice came out from nowhere, and the latter asked the man a few times in dialect, and then sighed helplessly: "I'll wait a while." Come find you again."

Song Zhi said yes, and then went to the piling place by himself.

There were some short logs with sharpened ends on the ground. A big man squatted on the ground, holding a white cotton thread in his hand. He pulled one end, and an old man opposite him held the other end.

He had seen this old man before. Last year in the competition, they chose silver needle tea together.

The two pulled the string in their hands as tight as possible, looked up at Song Zhi: "Little tea master, come and help me."

Song Zhi took two steps forward, but he was standing in front of the tight thread, but he didn't know what to do.

The big man said, "Flip the thread."

Song Zhi was confused, and pointed to the whitish cotton thread: "Snap the thread?"

"Correct."

He obeyed the order, bent down, stretched out his white hand, and flicked the thread very seriously.

Both the big man and the old man laughed.

This smile made Song Zhi feel like a fool.

The big man turned his head and shouted elsewhere: "Liu Laozhi! Come here and flick the thread!"

When Liu Laozhi heard this, he trotted over and asked, "Is the little tea master here too?" Then he pulled up the thread vigorously.The two tightened their grip, and Liu Laozhi tried his best to hook the thread to the highest point, and then released it quickly with a "snap".

In an instant, the white powder on the entire thread was completely shaken off, leaving a straight trace on the brown ground.

It turned out to be like this...

Seeing the embarrassment on Song Zhi's face, the old man said, "You're from the city, it's normal if you don't!"

Song Zhi smiled silently and walked away.He wandered around the station at random. The residents had lived together for more than a week, and they had already had a clear division of labor. They were busy and there was no place for him to blend in.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the village official to finish his work and come back to look for him, which made him look less alone.

They sat side by side on the stone pier, Tian Jiamu took a notebook, checked it, checked it.

Song Zhi asked, "Does it take so many times?"

"Yes, let's make it clear first, so that we can explain how each account will be spent in the future."

Song Zhi: "You have been doing a good job."

"It's not all the time." Tian Jiamu said seriously: "Last year I sat in the discipline inspection department of the city government, thinking that I was not afraid of the shadow slanting when I was upright, and I didn't panic at all."

"But I was wrong. I didn't know how dirty it was until the dirty water splashed on me. I obviously didn't do anything, but I tried my best to prove my innocence."

"After Mr. Fang won the lawsuit, I secretly swore there. I will never be someone who cheats the world and deceives the people..."

Song Zhi still used those two words: "Very good."

"By the way. How are you and him...?"

Song Zhi didn't pick up this time.

After a while, he looked at the little village official's legs, and asked, "Did you get a little pale in the water?"

Tian Jiamu stretched his legs and was about to answer with a smile when he suddenly looked behind him:

"Mr. Fang!"