When Zi Lingxi heard Chen liuchuan's words and saw his embarrassed expression, she smiled and said,""I didn't know how to start a fire when I was young. My grandmother taught me that some firewood is not easy to light. I have to put a piece of flammable paper under it to help start the fire. Then, I have to blow it gently, but the wind can't be too strong ..."
As Zi Lingxi spoke, she couldn't help but think of her grandmother.
When she was young, she would sit on the bench with her grandmother beside her. At that time, the two of them did not feel lonely.
But now, with Chen liuchuan by her side, Zi Lingxi suddenly felt that it was more lively. She could talk and her mood was not so low.
Chen liuchuan looked at the matchbox and was a little surprised.
Zi Lingxi looked into Chen liuchuan's eyes and said,""Lighters are used nowadays. We used to use firewood when we were young. It can be stored in a dry place for a long time."
