The washed clothes are spread flat on the green grass where the sun can shine, and butterflies are flying on it.
Shu Huan hid in the shade of the big tree by himself, half lying on the tree trunk, eating the wild fruits he picked, while talking to Ji Danqing who had no relationship with him, and glanced over the cliff from time to time Seeing that although Gu Xiran's climbing speed was not fast, it was still steady, so he didn't pay any more attention.
At this time, the sun was bright and the wind was clear, and the harsh sunlight could not penetrate into the shade of the trees. Shu Huan could only feel the coolness seeping out from the dense forest behind him. When she was comfortable, she felt drowsy, and finally fell asleep with the cherry in her mouth.
When she woke up again, the sun was already setting, and Gu Xiran squatted in front of her, pinching her cheek with his right hand uneasily, shaking her and saying, "It's getting dark, wake up."
Shu Huan opened her eyes in a daze, and saw the golden-red sunset slanting from his side, and there were rainbow-like spots of light jumping and flickering on his face, which made her narrow her eyes slightly, and then she saw clearly Those spots of light turned out to be drops of water that condensed on his face, and they rolled down with his movements, shining brightly.
Waking up from her first sleep in a daze, coupled with the sudden visual impact, she couldn't help being a little dazed. Most of the people who study painting are visual control and have a unique attachment to beautiful things. I have to admit that the man in front of her is really good-looking. Although his face is a bit slimmer, he has a clear temperament and sharp eyes. There is a kind of Junshuang demeanor that is outstanding in the world.
I really want to draw it
It’s just that if you want to paint, you have to use the ancient style of freehand brushwork, so that you can express this mood with thick ink and light colors...
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but become more eager to learn Chinese painting, but she didn't prevent Gu Xiran from flicking her eyebrows: "Why are you in a daze? Get up!"
Shu Huan rubbed his brows depressedly and stood up, only to find that Du Qiu had lit a fire next to him and was roasting a bunch of meat that he caught somewhere. The beehive that Quail and Wu had poked down, and several clusters of grass-green grasshoppers were still placed on the cleaned tree at his feet.
Despite knowing that bee chrysalis and grasshoppers are high-protein foods, she still has a very, very black thread: "Would you like to eat bugs at night?"
Du Qiu was silently roasting the game in his hand, and it was Ji Danqing who took out a bamboo chicken that had been washed and stripped and stuffed with mushrooms from behind, and said with a smile: "You are lucky, I just caught this one. Bamboo chicken, otherwise I would really have to eat insects."
fortunately fortunately
Shu Huan let out a sigh of relief, she was not willing to be afraid of insects by nature, if she didn't have this bamboo chicken, and she didn't want to be overly picky and offend others, she would have to bite the bullet and eat insects.
With a firm mind, she immediately realized that Gu Xihe was not in front of her eyes, and turned her head to look for him in bewilderment, only to see that he was still hanging on the cliff, moving down at a speed as slow as a snail.
"he… "
Just as she was about to ask Gu Xihe why he was still hanging there, she saw Gu Xiran beckoning to her and said, "Leave him alone, this little guy has better physical strength than me, but he's afraid of heights, just let him hang on it twice No, just now when I was looking down from the top of the cliff, I screamed like I saw a ghost, but now it's much quieter."
…
It turns out that Gu Xihe has a fear of heights, so does this count as shock therapy for Gu Xiran
Shu Huan thinks he should use this rule of law to cure his own fear of water
She was still thinking wildly, but Gu Xiran handed a wooden hairpin into her hand: "Tie up my hair for me."
This wooden hairpin was also carved by her with agarwood. It is a very simple and simple crested hairpin.
After learning for so many days, Shu Huan still doesn't know how to do complex hairstyles, but it's okay to comb Gu Xiran's hair in a simple bun, but she stretched out her hand to stroke his hair, and the tentacles were wet and cold, it was obvious that he had just washed his hair. Not dry at all.
She frowned slightly and said, "It's better to tie it when it's dry, or you'll get a headache if you cover it with wet hair."
Sometimes Gu Xiran is quite stubborn, and doesn't like to be persuaded by others: "It's uncomfortable to loosen it up, so it's better to tie it up."
Shu Huan had no choice but to take out a small wooden comb from his purse and gently comb his hair.
I don't know if it's because of the pure natural cleaning products used in the ancient times, but Gu Xiran's hair is of excellent quality, like ink dyeing, and the comb can slide from the head to the bottom, so smooth that almost no effort is required.
Shu Huan didn't follow his wishes completely, and only tied his hair that tended to hang down to his cheeks and forehead and tied it in a bun on the top of his head with an agarwood hairpin, leaving the rest of his hair untied. Although Gu Xiran still felt uncomfortable , but he can't take care of it himself, but he can't do anything about it.
Before the sky was completely dark, Gu Xihe finally stepped on the ground safely, but his face was full of snot and tears, and he looked at everyone with extremely resentment. It seemed that he was really shocked, and he even stomped on the ground. He stomped his feet and said angrily: "You all bully me and tell the old lady when I go back."
Du Qiu looked at him and said nothing.
Gu Xiran frowned slightly, and shouted: "Little Four—"
"Don't call me, I'm ignoring you." Gu Xihe committed a crime, and said angrily, "Leave me alone on top and come down by yourself. You don't care if I'm going to die, why are you calling me?"
As he said that, he turned his head and shouted at Du Qiu: "What kind of bullshit martial artist? You're just a killer. I paid you to teach me martial arts, not to ask you to make money and kill me. Get lost, just pack your things and get lost!" don't let me see you again"
After shouting emotionally, he turned around and ran into the woods, and pushed Shu Huan who was going up to stop him fiercely to the ground.
Shu Huanwei injured her ankle and it hurts a lot, but seeing that it was getting dark, if Gu Xihe really ran into the forest, not to mention getting lost, she might encounter some large beast, which was extremely dangerous, so she didn't care about it at all. Go up to check the injury, stand up and want to continue chasing him.
At this time, a figure passed by her, and then another hand stretched out, taking her into his arms. She raised her eyes and saw that it was Gu Xiran. He lowered his eyes, no expression of joy or anger could be seen on his face, but he held her hand very hard, and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
Shu Huan shook his head, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Gu Xihe being carried back by Du Qiu's skirt, and threw him to the side of the fire.
Gu Xihe's figure was nimble, he rolled over from the ground and wanted to run. When Du Qiu went up to catch him again, he punched, kicked, scratched and bit his teeth. Anyway, he used all the tricks he could use.
Du Qiu didn't pay attention to his rogue tricks at all, he quickly grabbed his arm and twisted it, and he couldn't move anymore, so he had to turn to swearing, but swearing also takes energy, he climbed back and forth After climbing the cliff once, he was already tired. After cursing for a while, his mouth became dry, and no one answered and scolded him. He was also very bored, and gradually calmed down, only staring at everyone present.
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