At the end of November, the sophomore group went on an autumn trip to Meifeng on the outskirts of the city, camping for two days and one night.
In fact, I should have gone half a month earlier, but when the weather was bad during that time, I kept pushing and pushing, and the autumn tour turned into a winter tour in a blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the weather forecast said that these two days will be sunny, and all the students are very excited to be able to come out to enjoy the wind.
Gather at the school gate at 8:30 in the morning.
Wen Yuanchu carried Ling Song there, and Wen Yuanchu carried a big mountaineering bag, while Ling Song only carried his schoolbag, which was full of his snacks.
He couldn't fit in his own schoolbag, so he divided more than half of it into Wen Yuanchu's.
At the gate of the school, Ling Song jumped out of the car nibbling on a steamed bun, Wen Yuanchu stopped the car, and followed him with two bags, one big and one small, and handed him tissues.
Zhang Yang and the others couldn't see it: "Girl, you let Wen Yuanchu serve you, and you are too righteous to serve you, right? Are you so embarrassed?"
Ling Song wiped his mouth: "He is my old father, what's wrong with caring about me?"
other people:"… "
All right, as long as you're happy.
After getting on the bus, Ling Song chose a seat near the back row and sat by the window. The people who came up from behind consciously didn't come to his side, leaving the seat for Wen Yuanchu who went to buy water for him.
Sitting in the back row of Ling Song, Wang Zide leaned on his seat and asked him in a low voice: "Boss, you said before that you invited us to dinner after catching up with Wen Yuanchu, and the seafood is self-service. Will we be able to eat it soon?"
Ling Song was eating, and almost choked when he heard this.
Immediately realized that this was said by the former Ling Song, he immediately calmed down: "Really? I lost my memory, I don't remember."
"Besides, don't chase after me or not, don't be full of dirty thoughts and tarnish the pure father-son relationship between me and Wen Yuanchu."
Wang Zide: "..."
When they were talking, Wen Yuanchu had already got in the car, and Wang Zide retreated silently, putting on his earphones.
Ling Song inexplicably felt a little guilty, turned his face out of the window, and continued to eat.
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, and he didn't know if he heard the last sentence.
After putting the things away, he sat down beside Ling Song and handed him the water.
Ling Song said vaguely, "Thank you, Dad", as honest as a quail, and dared not do anything wrong again.
It takes about an hour to drive from school to Meifeng.
After setting off on the road, Ling Song's mouth didn't stop, and he kept eating.
Seeing that he was about to unpack the potato chips again, Wen Yuanchu finally couldn't hold back and reminded him: "Don't eat, eat so many snacks, and you won't be able to eat a serious meal at noon."
Ling Song withdrew his hand, and if he didn't eat, he wouldn't eat.
He tilted his head and began to sleep on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder.
Smelling the faint scent of Wen Yuanchu's body, he soon sank into a sweet dream.
It was less than ten o'clock at the destination, Ling Song stretched his waist and got out of the car behind Wen Yuanchu.
The air in the mountains in the suburbs is very good. It is the end of November, and you can still see lush vegetation.
Ling Song stretched his neck and took a deep breath.
Feel comfortable.
After the roll call was assembled, they lined up in shifts and began to climb the mountain.
Meifeng is composed of several hills, which are not high, but the natural environment is very good.
The winter in Haicheng is not too cold, and there are quite a few people who come to climb the mountain in this season.
It was the first time for Ling Song to participate in such an event, and it was very fresh. Following Zhang Yang, Wang Zide and the others rushed to the front and walked quickly.
He also wanted to drag Wen Yuanchu along, but Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Wen Yuanchu walked unhurriedly at the end, taking a picture or two of scenery from time to time, as if he really came for an outing.
Half an hour later, on the mountain road, he picked up Ling Song who was so tired that he was squatting on the side of the road and sticking out his tongue.
Wen Yuanchu didn't seem surprised at all, went to bring him water, and carried his schoolbag on his back by the way.
Ling Song squatted on the ground, unwilling to move, and complained to him: "You said that I followed you in the morning jogging every day, but my physical strength is still so poor. Wang Zide can run faster than me."
Wen Yuanchu casually comforted him: "He has short legs, so he can run easily, so he runs fast."
Ling Song thought about it, and it seemed to be the reason. Immediately, he was full of blood and jumped up, grabbing Wen Yuanchu's arm, and sticking to his body laughingly: "Father Yuanchu, carry me on your back."
"Two schoolbags, how do you carry them?"
That's what Ling Song said, Wen Yuanchu really made Wen Yuanchu recite, and he didn't have the face.
After joking with Wen Yuanchu, his strength had almost recovered, and he continued to run and jump.
In the end, their team picked a very open place in the col and Linxi water, and planned to camp here.
Wen Yuan chose a relatively high and dry piece of flat land, put down his hiking bag, and started to set up a tent.
Ling Song didn't know this at all, but he was very curious. He squatted aside and stared at Wen Yuanchu's work, helping him from time to time. The only use was to pass him tools, and he did a lot of random things.
But Wen Yuanchu didn't listen to him at all, and quickly set up the tent quickly.
A classmate came over to watch and teased Ling Song casually: "You neither brought anything nor did you do any work, and you are all relying on Wen Yuanchu. Are you planning to rub against his tent at night?"
"Wen Yuanchu is my father, what's wrong with me sleeping with him?" Ling Song didn't feel ashamed at all.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him silently and said nothing.
They discussed this matter last night.
Because they were going to camp here overnight, the school required them to bring their own bedding. Ling Song, an unearthed cultural relic, didn't know this. Anyway, he only needed Wen Yuanchu.
Wen Yuanchu can handle everything for him, so he doesn't need to worry about it.
In Ling Song's heart, Wen Yuanchu is omnipotent.
After the tent was set up, everyone gathered together and started to have a picnic.
The squad leader brought a group of strong boys over with dozens of catties of beef and mutton, as well as various other dishes, and made barbecue together.
The stove is rented from the management office here, and five or six people share one.
Ling Song sat next to Wen Yuanchu, staring longingly at the sizzling and fragrant meat on the fire, and sniffing his nose from time to time.
Zhang Yang can't understand his virtue: "Girl, why don't you do anything, just sit and wait for food?"
Ling Song laughed.
Well, he is indeed used to being served by others.
But this was a group activity, he was ashamed to take advantage of Wen Yuanchu, but he was too embarrassed to take advantage of others.
Before he could speak, Wen Yuanchu said softly, "I'll help him with his work."
The others immediately shut up.
Indeed, Wen Yuanchu was the one who did the most work just now, dressing the meat, lighting the stove, collecting water, and putting on the grill.
Fine.
Ling Song was very moved: "Thank you Dad, Dad, you are so kind, okay?"
Zhang Yang and the others were speechless.
But seeing that they are calm and composed, and the other are stupid as if they don't know anything, forget it...
A barbecue is eaten until almost three in the afternoon.
During this period, Ling Song hardly moved his hands, he only moved his mouth to eat, and Wen Yuanchu was the first one to put something on his plate when something was baked, and the others couldn't be more jealous, after all, they were not as quick as Wen Yuanchu in baking, and not as good as him. A good bake, all counting on him.
As for Ling Song, who is such an oil bottle, he can only endure it.
Wen Yuanchu went to the tent to get something, Ling Song lay on the ground basking in the sun holding his swollen belly.
Zhang Yang leaned over to him and asked him, "Girl, do you know what memeda means?"
"Although fathers often tell you that, but well, fathers and you are a real father-daughter relationship, you and Wen Yuanchu, uh, you understand."
Zhang Yang winked.
Ling Song was puzzled: "Didn't it mean thank you?"
"… Who told you that?"
"Lin Qiuyi."
Zhang Yang was speechless: "Go to Baidu yourself."
five minutes later.
Wen Yuanchu came back.
Ling Song is breaking up with Lin Qiuyi on WeChat.
Lin Qiuyi: Ah, girl, listen to me, I have to explain, I really say something when I say thank you, Nana and I often send this.
Ling Song: Then why didn't you tell me the real meaning of this word, you lied to me, you went too far.
Lin Qiuyi: The old mother sheds tears in the wind.jpg
Lin Qiuyi: I didn't expect you to tell Wen Yuanchu.
Lin Qiuyi: Just say what you said, does it matter if boys say this
Lin Qiuyi: Unless you have a guilty conscience.
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Ling Song ignored her.
As soon as he raised his eyes, his heart skipped a beat when he met Wen Yuanchu's slightly probing eyes looking at him.
Oops.
He seemed really guilty.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know what he was thinking about, so he handed him the book he just brought.
"Attend class."
Ling Song: "..."
The other classmates either met up to climb the mountain, or played cards and games, but he actually wanted to attend class
When he came out for an autumn outing, Wen Yuanchu still thought about bringing him a book
D.
But Wen Yuanchu didn't discuss here: "You missed too much progress last week, and you have to make up for it this week."
Seeing that Ling Song was about to turn his face, Wen Yuanchu stretched out his hand, rubbed the back of his ear and the side of his neck lightly, and softened his voice: "I'm doing it for your own good, be obedient."
Ling Song was speechless for a moment.
His heart seemed to be beating a little faster.
Absently picked up the book.
Zhang Yang stayed away from them silently, and went to play with other people.
In the evening meal, each person was handed out a box of instant noodles or instant rice, Ling Song didn't eat it, and kept eating snacks.
After the sky darkened, the class leader organized the whole class to sit together and start playing games with a little bonfire in the middle.
Playing drums and passing flowers for a few rounds is not very interesting. Someone suggested that the atmosphere is so good, of course ghost stories should be told.
The boys were eager to try it, and the girls let out a low cry, and sat up a little tighter, their faces full of excitement that couldn't be concealed.
Ling Song calmly ate melon seeds.
Wen Yuanchu tilted his head and asked him, "Are you afraid? Ghost stories."
Ling Song spat out the melon seeds: "The thing I'm not afraid of the most is ghosts."
He himself is a dead ghost, so he is not afraid of ghosts.
It is still the mode of drumming and passing flowers. Whoever hands the flowers will tell the story.
Everyone racked their brains and brains one by one, and contributed horror, bloody, tragic, or funny ghost stories.
Ling Song listened with gusto.
Even the most old-fashioned Xiangxi exorcism is new to him.
Until the flowers passed into his own hands.
Ling Song subconsciously threw the flower to Wen Yuanchu, and Wen Yuanchu threw it back to him.
He reluctantly picked up the flowers.
That's right, it's a bit embarrassing for Wen Yuanchu, a dull gourd, to tell ghost stories in public.
Ling Song thought for a while, cleared his throat, and said, "Say, the Forbidden City is often haunted by ghosts."
Immediately someone booed him: "I've heard it hundreds of times, change it."
Ling Song ignored it and continued: "In the past, there was a well in the backyard of Xingqing Palace, the emperor's residence. Those of you who have visited should have seen it. Now it is sealed with barbed wire, and a rockery is pressed on it. If you go in the winter evening, when the gate of the palace is about to close, you can occasionally hear the sound of the well coming from the well, but there is obviously a dry well underneath."
"So? You know what's under there?" someone asked.
This is indeed one of the several legends of the Forbidden City, and there are various versions.
The program Approaching Science also made a special feature, and after a long time of mystification, it finally said that there are no ghosts, but the sound produced by the flow of groundwater.
But no one believed it.
"I know, of course I know." Ling Song said quietly.
His voice was a little fluttering, and it sounded chilly. Someone swallowed and asked, "What the hell is that?"
"of course… "
Ling Song dragged his voice, and the flashlight of his mobile phone suddenly turned on, showing half of his expressionless face from bottom to top.
The girls sitting directly across from him screamed in fright when they saw it at first sight.
Ling Song put down his phone and continued to speak slowly: "More than 400 years ago, the last emperor of the Cheng Dynasty was poisoned and thrown into that well, but he was not dead at that time, and the mouth of the well was pressed against the rockery. Unable to climb out, he could only keep knocking on the rocks below, thump, thud, the sound of him hitting the rock with his head. Later, he became a living dead inside, unable to give birth, and habitually He didn't even know he was going to knock on the fake rock, and more than four hundred years have passed, so there are still people who can hear that voice."
"You guys have to be careful. Next time you go to visit, don't wait until it's dark to close the palace gates. That dead ghost emperor might come out of that well one day, possess his body and steal your body. …”
"Don't deliberately scare people, okay, who will believe it?"
A girl interrupted him, saying that she didn't believe it, but her voice was trembling.
The flashlight of the mobile phone suddenly turned on again, reflecting half of Ling Songbi's stiff and expressionless face just now, his eyeballs didn't even move, he stared at the girl who was talking, and a voice rolled out of his throat: "Look, Do I seem to be joking with you?"
The girl screamed and hid behind others amidst the laughter.
Ling Songxiao fell into Wen Yuanchu's arms beside him.
Wen Yuanchu frowned slightly, and raised his hand to pat him on the back with complicated emotions.
Ling Song sat up straight, approached Wen Yuanchu with a smile and asked him, "Wen Yuanchu, are you scared?"
"Where did you hear this kind of nonsense story?"
"Of course... I made it up."
Ling Song didn't say anything, but he actually stayed in that well for a while.
After the rebellion against the king, not only his concubine, concubine, sister-in-law and nephew jumped into the well, but his father, queen, mother, and brother of the prince were killed in the front hall of Xingqing Palace. He hid in the backyard and jumped into the well in a panic. In a dry well.
At that time, his master was still a counselor next to King Ni. He personally brought people to search in the backyard and found him, but he did not confess him.
For half a month, Ni Wang sent people to hunt him from house to house in the entire Shang capital, and he hid in that dark dry well, terrified all day long, barely surviving on the little food that his master's people dropped at night, Not to mention knocking on stones, he didn't even dare to move too much.
It was not until half a month later that the rockery at Jingkou was removed that he finally saw the light of day again.
The person who carried him out of the dry well was Wen Che who led the soldiers.
At that time, he really thought that Wen Che would protect him for the rest of his life.
The night was too dark, and the emotions in Wen Yuanchu's eyes could not be discerned clearly.
He raised his hand and tapped Ling Song's forehead lightly, as if sighing: "Idiot."
Ling Song refused: "Why are you scolding me again?"
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
"think it yourself."
Ling Song grabbed his arm: "Father Yuanchu, why are you like this?"
Wen Yuanchu was terribly annoyed by him, raised his arm, wrapped his head around his head and pressed it into his arms, and scolded him: "Don't make trouble anymore."
Ling Song screamed.
"You let me go!"
During the fight, Wen Yuanchu's lips brushed against Ling Song's temple inadvertently, and the two of them were stunned at the same time.
Wen Yuanchu let go.
Ling Song sat up straight, peeking at Wen Yuanchu, who stared at the bonfire in front of him, completely ignoring him.
He touched the place where Wen Yuanchu's lips touched.
He seems to... doesn't really hate this feeling.