As the national competition approached, Dong Ling gave the entire team a vacation, including the second team and the youth trainees. The more critical it is, the more we need to maintain a calm mind, and taking a vacation occasionally is conducive to mental stability.
On this day in previous years, those who have a partner, such as Yiran, naturally save time for their girlfriends.
Those without a partner, such as Bol, are still nesting in the base, either playing games, watching a movie, or sleeping for most of the day, with the words "no one to accompany" written all over their bodies.
Miserable.
However, this year is different.
He has amaranth.
The two made an appointment to go to a farm on the outskirts of city A. Like these farmhouse entertainment projects, most of the people who come here are middle-aged and elderly people, or parents bring their children to experience life. In short, there are not many young people in their early twenties like the two of them.
But there is no way, bol is also a professional player with many fans, if he is recognized on the street, it will be troublesome.
At this point in the game, there must be no surprises.
What's more, the scenery of this farm is quite good. As far as the eye can see, there are blue sky and clear stream, and wild flowers grow stubbornly on both sides of the path.
Walking on the road, even my mood relaxed a little.
Last night at the base, bol told others that he would bring Su Aan here to play, but was mercilessly ridiculed by the members.
Yiran's usually expressionless face was slightly loose: "Huh???"
"Well, it sounds pretty good." Chance couldn't help laughing while talking.
Hekkk patted him on the shoulder: "You can do it, and enter middle age and slow life ahead of schedule."
"..." bol waved away the opponent's hand unhappily, "you don't understand."
Chance said: "I really don't understand what's going on in your head."
The attitudes of the three of them were so inexplicable that Bol had a slight suspicion that he had chosen the wrong place.
But now seeing Su Cheng's smiling face, he quickly denied these thoughts.
Shortbread was obviously very happy.
There is a fish pond in the manor. If guests want to order a fish dish, they can ask the staff to fish it up, or they can do it themselves.
Bol insisted on coming himself.
The waiter handed him a fishing net and said: "You stretch the bamboo pole into the pond, and when you see the fish you like, pick it up. Respond quickly. The fish here are very smart, and they will slip away if you slow down."
The requirement of quick response is completely trivial to a professional player like Bol, and coupled with his young age and great strength, he easily caught a fish.
The waiter praised: "Amazing."
Su Cheng clapped her hands slightly: "That's great."
Standing beside him was an old man with half-white hair, with his hands behind his back, and said, "It's easy to catch a fish, but it's hard to catch a fish. Young man, you're still too young."
How can a young and energetic person allow himself to be underestimated, let alone his girlfriend is still watching.
Bol put the fish he had just caught back into the pond, and said to the waiter, "Do you have a fishing rod? I want to fish."
This farm is well-equipped, just to meet the requirements of customers, so that customers have the best experience.
"Yes, just wait a moment, I'll get it for you."
"Okay, sorry to trouble you."
Su Qiang tugged at his sleeve: "The fish just now was just the right size, why did you put it back?"
"I'm going to catch one for you."
The old man sneered and said, "Young man, it's easier said than done."
"Just wait and see."
The waiter brought the fishing rod and said: "Come with me, if you want to fish, we have to go to the river over there. This pond is specially used for fishing."
Su Qiang, Bol, and the old man watching the fun walked to another pool together.
Bol loaded the bait and lowered the hook in a dignified manner. The two of them sat on the small chair and waited for the fish to take the bait.
But not a single fish swam over.
Not even a wave.
Su Cheng: "Why doesn't this fish take the bait?"
The old man said: "This is patient work, how can it be so easy."
Bol stared at the surface of the water for a long time, put his index finger on his lips: "Shh... must have disturbed them by talking..."
Su Qiang: "We can't talk after co-authoring, right?"
"Ok."
"..." As expected of you.
An hour later, Su Qiang was drowsy and started to yawn, persuading: "Why don't you forget it..."
Bol: "I have a hunch that some fish will be hooked soon, and I will make pickled fish for you later."
"Okay, I'll give you some more time."
As a result, after waiting until twelve o'clock, the old man who watched the show had already gone home for dinner.
Su Qiang muttered: "When you catch your fish, I might starve to death."
"I knew I would bring you some snacks."
Su Cheng lightly pinched his arm: "What do you think about the spring outing?"
"hold head high."
Su Cheng stood up: "I'm leaving, if you don't want to leave, just stay alone."
Unconvinced, Bol had no choice but to put away his tools: "Oh, wait for me."
Su Qiang walked into the restaurant clutching her belly, found an empty seat, sat down, flipped through the menu, and asked, "Do you still eat pickled fish? This is his family's signature dish."
"No, I won't eat fish today."
"He still has a big temper."
Bol murmured, "Actually, I think I might have almost..."
"It's almost done. I'm used to you. It's not over yet."
Bol immediately sensibly shut up and fell silent.
After eating, the two went to the orchard.
The two each carried a basket and picked fruit while chatting.
Since I ate late for lunch, I didn't stay in the orchard for long before the sun was about to set.
Su Qiang said, "Let's have dinner early, it's too late and we can't get a taxi."
Although I'm not hungry yet, I can't spend too much time here.
"it is good."
Su Qiang walks out of the orchard holding Bol's arm, but meets an unexpected acquaintance in the hall of the farm.
Her mother Zhou Qian, Zhou Qian's husband Zhao Yihong, and her half-brother Zhao Yifan.
Zhou Qian spoke first: "Little Amaranthus."
Su Cheng frowned slightly, as if she didn't really want to say hello.
Bol looked down and asked her, "This is..."
Zhao Yihong and Zhou Qian couldn't see their relationship when they saw how close they were. Zhou Qian was also a little bit bitter in her heart. After all, the child has grown up and is indeed related to her. She is unwilling to tell her about having a boyfriend.
Su Cheng's attitude towards Zhou Qian has always been bad, but she is still polite to Zhao Yihong.
Zhao Yihong took the initiative to say: "Hi, this is Xiao Cheng's mother, and I am Xiao Cheng's uncle."
"Oh, hello, Uncle and Auntie." Bol greeted, with a bit of understanding in his heart.
Zhou Qian: "Your uncle and I brought Xiaofan here for dinner today. What a coincidence, let's go together. Your brother hasn't seen you for a long time."
Just as Su Qiang was about to refuse, the little boy beside him spoke up.
"Sister, let's have dinner together, you haven't come to play with me for a long time."
Zhao Yifan is eleven years old this year, and he hasn't met Su Ao many times, but he knows that this is his older sister, and in the few encounters, Su Ao has been very kind to him.
Zhao Yihong: "Yeah, let's get together, we haven't got together during Chinese New Year, so it's really unreasonable not to have a meal together today."
Su Cheng sighed in her heart: "Alright then."
At the dinner table, Zhou Qian looked at Bol nonchalantly, at least in terms of appearance, there was nothing wrong with him.
Zhou Qian: "Xiao Cheng, won't you introduce your friend to me and your uncle?"
Su Cheng: "..."
Bol took the initiative to say: "Hello, uncle and aunt, my name is Bo Chenyuan, Bo with thick accumulation and thin hair, the morning of the dawn, the far away."
Zhao Yihong smiled heartily: "That's a good name!"
Zhou Qian asked with a smile: "Then you and my Xiao Cheng are classmates?"
Bol shook his head: "No."
"No? Then how did you know each other?"
Su Qiang answered first: "At an event."
Zhou Qian then asked, "Oh? Which university does Xiao Yuan belong to?"
Bol rubbed the back of his neck embarrassedly: "I didn't go to college."
"Didn't go to college? That's already working?"
"Ok."
"What job?" Zhou Qian's smile gradually subsided.
Su Qiang raised her voice a bit: "It's almost done, let's check the household registration."
Zhou Qian: "I don't care about you!"
Zhao Yihong was more tactful than Zhou Qian: "Xiao Yuan, don't mind too much. As a parent, you must know more about your children's friends."
Bol: "I understand."
If it was his own daughter who had a boyfriend, then he must have asked clearly.
Zhao Yihong said, "Then what job are you doing now?"
"I play e-sports."
Zhou Qian and Zhao Yihong were silent for a moment. They have also heard of this profession, but in summary, it is just four words, playing games. In their view, this profession is not only unreliable, but also a job for young people. When you get older and retire, what else can you do in another career
However, the two of them can be regarded as old fritters who have struggled in the society, so naturally they will not show their inner emotions on their faces.
Zhou Qian regained her smile: "This profession is quite novel."
Zhao Yihong changed the subject: "Come on, let's order."
Bol doesn't know the two of them well enough to see what's really going on. And Su Cheng knew Zhou Qian well, so she could tell what was a genuine smile and what was a fake one.
But bol was here, she didn't want to quarrel with him, so she pretended nothing happened, and ordered together.
Zhao Yihong came here by car, and after dinner, he insisted on taking them back home.
Su Qiang refused at first.
Zhou Qian: "Xiao Cheng, why are you so estranged from us, and let Xiao Yuan watch jokes for nothing."
Bol: "Huh?"
Is this funny? Why cue him? He didn't think it was funny.
In the end, both sides took a step back, and Zhao Yihong drove them to the city and put them down.
Since Su Cheng's and Zhou Qian's apartments are in opposite directions, this is a good compromise.
Bol stopped a car and told the driver the address of Su Cheng's house. After arriving downstairs, Bol got out of the car together, and waved to the driver in the car and said, "Brother, you can go first."
The taxi drove away.
Su Cheng: "Why are you still following me?"
Bol asked, "What did you think of our date today?"
"..."
Is it a date to play house if you catch fish all morning and get nothing, and pick fruit all afternoon
Su Qiang asked back, "What do you think?"
Bol said seriously: "The air in the countryside is good, the scenery is good, and the food is delicious. Except for the big regret that I didn't catch any fish, everything else is close to full marks."
Su Cheng smiled: "You are quite immodest."
"That... ... "
"Ok?"
Under the dim light, the faces of the two were reflected.
Bol's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He asked: "For the sake of my good performance today, is there any reward?"
"What do you want?" Su Qiang raised her head and looked into the other's clear and bright eyes.
"For example..." Bol leaned down and kissed Su Qiang's side lightly, "Like this."