Zhao Yuan climbed out of the tent early in the morning to check and felt that something was wrong. In the middle of the night, in this wilderness, there were actually mice at a height of one meter on the ground. There were two holes in the tent, as if they had been gnawed.
Zhao Yuan remained silent, setting up a pot and lighting a fire to cook noodles. The noodles are cooked enough, but the seasoning is obviously not enough. Two bowls of clear soup are placed at the end, and five bowls of soup are placed at the front. When Lin Wenxi asked Lin Wenxi to get up, he was obviously not asleep enough, curled up slightly, and still had a smile on his face that he couldn't stop.
This kid. . . Zhao Yuan couldn't help but poke Lin Wenxi's ear, and Lin Wenxi got up with a smile.
Zhao Yuan shouted loudly from tent to tent. After the rustling sound, the tents were opened one by one, and a burst of life injected some vitality into the wilderness. Several figures had already rushed over. As a girl, Chen Wanxin was also a woman. Soon, several large bowls of noodles were swept away. Lin Wenxi took a few 50-cent mustard shreds with bamboo chopsticks and chewed them slowly.
Two sleepy-eyed people almost crawled out of the tent. The dark circles under their eyes were so thick that they were about to flow, and they stared sadly at the white noodles in front of them.
"You didn't sleep last night, okay?" Zhao Yuan smiled faintly: "The seasoning is not enough, so I have to force it. Usually, don't you get up very early?"
"Hmm, there seemed to be some crickets chirping last night. It will be fine if we change places tonight." Shu Xiaoman thumped his waist and swallowed with difficulty. Zhang Anan pulled his face, smoothed his stiff smile, and with a whimper, he grabbed Lin Wenxi's bowl and poured half a bowl of soup in. Lin Wenxi silently put down his chopsticks, and Zhang Anan smiled brightly: "Ah, you don't want to eat." Then he poured Lin Wenxi's entire breakfast into his bowl, and even dug into Lin Wenxi's bowl a few times with his chopsticks before giving up.
"Is this a mandarin duck pot?" Wang Xiang muttered, looking aggrieved.
"Yes." Zhang Anan nodded silently.
Wang Xiang put his bowl in front of him: "Let's have a threesome. I still have some soup in my bowl."
Zhang Anan chased Wang Xiang around the field three times, and finally put all his luggage on his head and left with satisfaction.
Because they were on the main road, the journey was smooth during the day. Before ten o'clock that night, the group went to bed early.
"No, draw my eyes." Zhao Yuan handed Lin Wenxi two oval-shaped pieces of paper and a black gel pen.
"What?" Lin Wenxi opened his eyes wide.
"Don't ask why I know you can draw. I've been rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for your mask these days."
"Oh." Lin Wenxi said calmly.
"Oh shit, hurry up and draw." Zhao Yuan handed over the pen and paper again. Lin Wenxi obediently picked up the pen and motioned to Zhao Yuan to sit upright and not move. Zhao Yuan sat so hard that his legs and feet were sore and numb. Lin Wenxi's pen tip was still trembling on the two pieces of paper. Zhao Yuan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and gasped for breath and asked: "Why haven't you finished the painting yet?"
Lin Wenxi seemed to have come to his senses: "Oh, I have been admiring it for a long time."
. . .
Zhao Yuan's throat was knotted, and he took the piece of paper. Two lifelike eyes were glaring with anger, which was very scary, but they were not Zhao Yuan's eyes.
"It doesn't look like that," Zhao Yuan wondered. He worked hard to maintain a posture and sit with his eyes wide open for a long time, and his cooperation was perfect.
"Oh, the light was too dim. I didn't look at you and drew it myself."
"Lin Wenxi...Lin Wenxi..." Zhao Yuan muttered. It was so hard to keep a motionless posture. The idiot beside him was silent and didn't look at him. The eyes he drew were not his own. He wished he could cut off his own meridians. , pulling Lin Wenxi, who was half leaning on the pillow with a leisurely attitude and a calm expression, to self-destruct together.
Lin Wenxi took out another red crayon and smeared it on the piece of paper. After a while, Zhao Yuan found that the ferocious eyes were filled with blood. The blood was rich and full, ready to come out.
"Be cruel." Lin Wenxi smiled faintly, and his eyes seemed to sweep across the two small holes in the tent inadvertently. Zhao Yuan gave a thumbs up, not expecting Lin Wenxi to be so alert.
Late at night, several shrill screams outside the tent alarmed everyone. All the tents turned on their lights. Even the young instructor who was hiding in the distance for safety was awakened. He gripped his baton tightly and crawled close to Zhao Yuan and his party. Check out the details. He saw students from several tents rushing out and supporting two girls outside a tent. Looking closer, the two girls were just trembling with fear and pointed directly at the tent next to them. He heard one of them chanting loudly: "Oh my god, the eyes are big and bleeding."
There was no sound in the tent.
Could it be that something serious had happened? The instructor immediately walked back to the tent, opened the tent chain, and shined a powerful spotlight on the sleeping faces of Zhao Yuan and Lin Wenxi. The ears of the two were stuffed with cotton. Zhao Yuan chewed in his mouth, turned over, and put his thighs across Lin Wenxi's waist, pinching him tightly. It seemed that the two of them were deeply asleep.
The instructor learned about the situation in detail, took a look inside the tent to confirm that nothing was wrong, and then turned around and left inexplicably. The two girls were naturally Zhang Anan and Shu Xiaoman who wanted to be paparazzi when they got up in the middle of the night, but they never dared to approach Zhao Yuan and Lin Wenxi's tent again. They were still worried about the cotton stuffed in the ears of those two people, and they even remembered Zhao Yuan's slightly smiling face under the spotlight.
Zhao Yuan and Lin Wenxi's tent was completely dark inside. After confirming that there was no movement outside, Lin Wenxi pinched Zhao Yuan's arm fiercely: "You were so happy when you took advantage of me just now."
Zhao Yuan remained motionless.
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bsp; "Don't think you are pretending to be asleep. I don't know what an elephant's leg is. It's so heavy that I can hardly breathe." Lin Wenxi made up her mind and continued to pinch.
Zhao Yuan bared his teeth and said, "Oh, the wound is open somewhere."
Lin Wenxi quickly retracted her hand: "You learn quickly."
Zhao Yuan smiled mischievously, and the two slept peacefully opposite each other.
It was another sunny and windy day, and everyone had only bread in their bags. According to Comrade Wang Xiang’s directions on the map, there were still more than 80 kilometers to go. If we were to take care of our families like this, we would at least still have some food. The trip lasted three or four days, and there were already two and three on the road. There were at least a dozen people ahead, all of them boys with plenty of physical strength.
"Whoever takes care of the family is the one who owns the family." Zhang Anan twisted Wang Xiang's arm and accidentally glanced at Zhao Yuan, catching a glimpse of a bruise on his arm. She looked over with motherly love: "Wen Xi, Even if it hurts, there’s no need to torture Zhao Yuan like this.”
Chen Wanxin came around, and Zhao Yuan immediately closed his sleeves and said with a smile: "I think you want to be tortured by him like this."
Zhang Anan was frightened when he thought of the horror last night, and he was suddenly embarrassed and speechless.
As he spoke, the sun was blazing at noon, and the road seemed to have come to an end. The road was connected to the end of a bend, with a vague and intermittent river embankment. The river embankment grew naturally, and it seemed that it had not caused the fireworks of the world, and there were no traces of human repairs. Even in late autumn, the withered and yellow reeds spread along the river bank to the end of the sky. The sky is cloudless, and the sky is clear and blue. The occasional breeze blows through the reeds. Birds startle in twos and threes, and soon disappear into the bushes, and the silence is restored. Just like the mood of the same traveler, no matter how good the scenery is, it is still because of the belly. Hungry and thirsty without any interest in appreciation.
Moreover, walking this way meant that there would be no more trees for a long time, and they would have to be exposed to the sun. The girls spent their remaining energy in endless melancholy about the future, and finally fell down on the ground limply thinking about it. Down.
No matter how reluctant she was, she had to nibble on the shriveled bread. Zhang Anan's face turned slightly sallow. If there were not two people in the group who could spark her interest, perhaps her physical condition would not allow her to persist. She was originally a bit plump. , according to Wang Xiang, who is very knowledgeable about style, he is slightly fat and has been traveling long distances for countless days. The three girls were lying lazily in the shade, chatting together, but Zhao Yuan and Zheng Kai had already climbed down to the river, not sure whether to take a bath or what to do.
"You're awesome, you actually caught five." About half an hour later, Zheng Kai enthusiastically took Zhao Yuan's shoulder, trampled on the flowers and grass all the way, and came back with a pile of silver in the earthen jar in his hand. Except for Lin Wenxi, everyone gathered around and wanted to eat the fish alive while it was still struggling in the jar. Everyone couldn't figure out what method the two used to catch seven or eight huge live fish. Zhao Yuan only said a few live earthworms and a hook, but they managed to catch so many.
Make a fire, start the pot, and put down the cooking oil that hasn't been used for a long time. Zhao Yuan rubbed his hands before putting the fish into the pot, looking pitiful: "Oh, the fish here are so pitiful, so simple."
Wang Xiang pouted: "With your face, can you spare the fish, geese, and the like in this world?"
Several girls smiled knowingly after hearing this. Zhao Yuanzhi was so handsome that he could indeed be praised by Wang Xiang for his unwilling curves. Zhao Yuan and Zheng Kai stared at each other, not knowing why.
Wang Xiang waved his hand: "I just can't communicate with rude men."
Zhao Yuan raised his head and called out to Lin Wenxi who had been quiet for too long: "Hey, that sentimental one, if you don't come to save me, they won't be able to turn into Bai Yuzhen in the next life to repay their kindness."
"As Wang Xiang said, they were already dead when they saw you. Why should I bother?" Lin Wenxi rarely argued with Zhao Yuan head-on.
Zhang Anan smiled and said: "I don't know, Wen Xi, are you a fish or a goose?"
Lin Wenxi heard this and said: "The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. I stand on the ground, so I am naturally a human being."
Shu Xiaoman said with a smile: "The last sentence is melancholy. It's hard to express this feeling. What is Wenxi melancholy about?"
"He, it's such a good fish. It's a pity that Zhao Yuan can't cook it for him alone. Then, everyone will stop eating it. This is the fish that Zhao Yuan cooked for Wenxi." Wang Xiang laughed.
"You said you won't eat it." Zhao Yuan said with a smile. The smell of fish wafted up and everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
When the big guy was talking just now, Zhao Yuan was not in a hurry, picking up some dead branches and adding some, carefully handling them. The sweat mixed with the clear water from the stream and poured down slightly. The limited seasonings of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, With perfect skill in his hands, the fish turned over, smelling the smell of meat, and turned over again, feeling an overwhelming desire. Finally, Zhao Yuan crushed the wild vegetables he picked from nowhere and slowly put them down, and finally put out the fire. Fish, all in one go. Although the hungry people could no longer suppress their carnivore side, they still watched Zhao Yuan's performance with admiration.
Zhao Yuan distributed a piece of fresh fish to everyone. Everyone was overjoyed after not smelling the meat for a long time. When it was Wang Xiang's turn, Wang Xiang almost stuck out his tongue. Zhang Anan frowned at his useless appearance and said bitterly, "You should keep wagging your tail."
Zhao Yuan pointed to a fish that was still alive and flapping in the jar, its life or death uncertain, and said to Wang Xiang, "It's yours."
"Brother Yuan, what are you..." Wang Xiang couldn't help but rub his hands and swallow the saliva straight into his stomach.
"Some people's mouths are only for talking, so talk more." Zhao Yuan swallowed a large mouthful of meat into his mouth, satisfied. Lin Wenxi couldn't help but smile, and Zhao Yuan was delighted.