From then until lunch, Xia Xingcheng seemed a little absent-minded.
Yang Youming originally planned to take Xia Xingcheng back to the hotel after lunch, but there were few guests in the villa in the mountain. Ren Yuchang was interested, and he must let them stay for dinner. He said that a friend wanted to give him one in the afternoon. When the local pheasants came, he would cook with his own hands at night and use local wild mushrooms to cook chicken soup for them.
Later, Ren Yuchang heard that Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng were on the plane at noon tomorrow, so they both stayed for one night, and went directly to the airport from here the next morning, which was closer than going from the hotel. As for the luggage, Huang Jixin and Li Yun, who were waiting at the hotel, could take them directly to the airport.
For the sake of this, Yang Youming really couldn't refuse.
He glanced at Xia Xingcheng, who was sitting alone with him.
Xia Xingcheng naturally wanted to go back to the hotel. After all, they would be temporarily separated tomorrow. There are only two of them in the hotel room, they can do whatever they want, and with so many people here, he can't live in the same room with Yang Youming at night. But he also felt that Mr. Ren's enthusiasm was not easy to reject, and it would be self-willed to have to leave, so he had to say: "Then go directly to the airport tomorrow."
Ren Yuchang stood up immediately, looking very happy, and wanted to call the driver to drive him to buy wild mushrooms.
Ren Jingyuan heard that they were happy to stay and said, "We will go hiking in the afternoon, and we can have some beer in the evening."
In the afternoon, Ren Jingyuan took them along the path to the top of the mountain.
This is not a scenic spot and there will be no tourists. I have not met anyone else on the road along the way. Although the scenery is nothing to see, but in the countryside and mountains, the mood is always different from that in the city.
Ren Jingyuan walked in front, pointed to a wild mushroom on the side of the road, and said to Tan Xueyue, "This is edible, I will pick it up later and use it to stew chicken soup."
Tan Xueyue didn't quite believe him: "Really?"
Yang Youming and the others walked behind. When they passed the wild mushrooms, Yang Youming said, "Don't pick the fake ones."
Tan Xueyue immediately said to Ren Jingyuan, "I know how to brag."
Xia Xingcheng walked at the end, and until now he is still reminiscing about the kiss that Yang Youming had landed on the glass before. The little sweetness made him uneasy, and his footsteps became a little light.
At this time, Ling Jiayue, who had been following Yang Youming and Chen Hailan, didn't look so annoying anymore.
Ling Jiayue has a very quiet and well-behaved personality. Most of the time, Chen Hailan is chatting with her. No matter what Chen Hailan asks, she answers politely.
Yang Youming spoke much less, but he could feel that Ling Jiayue's attitude cared more about him.
Xia Xingcheng intuitively felt that Ling Jiayue was either a fan of Yang Youming or he liked Yang Youming.
Later, the mountain road became narrow, and some places could only allow one person to pass.
Yang Youming slowed down and walked behind Ling Jiayue, Xia Xingcheng was the only one behind him. When stepping on the slightly slippery stone road, Yang Youming put his hands behind his back and spread his palms towards Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng quickly chased up a step and put his right hand in Yang Youming's palm.
Yang Youming didn't look at him, just closed his palms, holding Xia Xingcheng's one with both hands, and rubbing his dry fingertips against his soft palm.
The people in front were still talking while climbing the mountain, but the two of them were the last, holding each other's hands silently where no one else could see them.
"You Ming!" Chen Hailan didn't know what to say, and suddenly called Yang Youming, "Do you remember the last time we went climbing?"
Xia Xingcheng was startled, and subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back.
As a result, Yang Youming grabbed his hand tightly and replied calmly, "It's been five or six years."
No one looked back at them.
Chen Hailan just sighed: "Time flies too fast."
Xia Xingcheng's heart beat a little faster, and Yang Youming was still in the mood to gently hook his palm with his fingers, which made his heart itch.
For dinner, a large round table was placed in a sun room with three walls and a glass roof in the backyard of Ren Yuchang's villa. On it was the chicken soup that Ren Yuchang personally cooked, and many other dishes.
The outside of the room was facing the mountain stream, but the heating inside the room was sufficient. Xia Xingcheng only wore a sweater, and even sweated slightly after drinking two bowls of chicken soup.
Ren Jingyuan directly brought a box of beer in. Although it was winter, in such a warm environment, a glass of beer still made people feel comfortable.
During dinner, Xia Xingcheng saw Tan Xueyue and Ling Jiayue adding Yang Youming's WeChat, and suddenly remembered that he had deleted Yang Youming's WeChat, not only WeChat, but also the phone number, and he couldn't help holding the beer bottle in his hand. , looked up at Yang Youming.
Yang Youming was putting his mobile phone back in his pocket. Seeing Xia Xingcheng looking at him, he didn't know what to think. He took out the mobile phone he had taken back, tapped it a few times, put it on the table, and pushed it in the direction of Xia Xingcheng, saying, "Xingcheng, it's okay. Add a WeChat?"
Xia Xingcheng suspected that he was blushing. He saw the WeChat QR code on Yang Youming's mobile phone screen, so he reached out and took it, touched and opened his mobile phone to add his friends.
Chen Hailan put one hand on his face and said with a slight smile, "You guys have finished filming one movie, why haven't you added WeChat for so long?"
Yang Youming nodded, "There were few WeChat credits during that time."
No one would ask him if he said that.
Only Xia Xingcheng secretly turned off the voice of his mobile phone, and then used Yang Youming's mobile phone to make a call to himself, and hung up the phone as soon as it was connected.
When Xia Xingcheng returned the phone to Yang Youming, Yang Youming didn't say anything. He looked at Xia Xingcheng, lowered his eyes when he took the phone over, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then tucked the phone into his pants pocket calmly.
Xia Xingcheng touched the smooth screen of the phone and couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled. When he looked up again, he suddenly noticed that Ling Jiayue was looking at him.
When he looked over, Ling Jiayue immediately turned his eyes away.