At 4:30 in the morning, with the sound of a whistle, the originally silent camp began to move.
One after another, people got out of the tents and went to the stream to wash up with flashlights.
When Wen Yuanchu came back from brushing his teeth and washing his face, Ling Song was still sound asleep.
He leaned closer and patted the little bastard's face: "Ling Song, get up."
Ling Song turned over, rolled up the quilt and continued to sleep.
Wen Yuanchu lifted the quilt directly, put his hands under his armpits, picked him up like a baby, and put a coat on him.
Covering his face with a towel dipped in the cold stream water, Ling Song shivered and woke up in an instant.
"It's only a few hours, and it's still not letting people live."
He muttered and complained in a low voice, but Wen Yuanchu only reminded him: "If you continue to dawdle until the sun comes out, this time it will be in vain."
Ling Song immediately sat up straight and put on all his clothes in two or three strokes.
ten minutes later.
Ling Song squatted by the stream and brushed his teeth, while Wen Yuanchu helped him straighten his messy hair.
Zhang Yang walked over to look at the two of them, his eyes were more meaningful.
Ling Song spit out the foam in his mouth, and looked at him with disdain: "If you fart, let it go, don't pretend to be unfathomable."
"Sure enough, after sleeping, the relationship is different, more loving."
Nonsense.
He and Wen Yuanchu are clearly a pure father-son relationship just chatting under a quilt, why is this man so dirty in his thoughts
Ling Song didn't bother to talk to him.
After eating a simple breakfast of biscuits and bread, it was only five o'clock when we set out on the road, and it was still dark.
But everyone was already excited, talking and laughing all the way, high-spirited and moving towards the highest mountain of Meifeng.
On the way, I also met students from other classes, and the gathered team grew stronger and stronger.
Ling Song wanted to run away again, but was stopped by Wen Yuanchu.
"It's dark, don't run and jump, or accidentally fall."
Ling Song wanted to protest, but Wen Yuanchu took him by the hand: "Let's go, the road ahead is not easy to climb, I will take you along."
The road was dark, no one would pay attention to them, Ling Song was not at ease, but he did not shake off Wen Yuanchu.
This man's palm is quite big, he couldn't help squeezing Wen Yuanchu's hand as he thought about it.
Let him lead you away with peace of mind.
It was 5:40 when we reached the top of the mountain. The sunrise was later in this season, so it was not too late for them to come, and they could still occupy a position with a better view.
Wen Yuanchu found a big rock, climbed it with Ling Song, and helped him sit down.
"Don't move around, this is on the edge of a cliff, if you fall down, there will be no bones left."
Ling Song didn't care at all, anyway, he can still live after death, maybe next time he wakes up after opening his eyes, it will be another four hundred years.
But seeing his old father caring so much about him, he sat down obediently and did not act like a demon.
Wen Yuanchu took out a box of potato chips from his backpack and handed it to him.
Ling Song was overjoyed: "You even hid food here? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?"
"Did I tell you to eat it all day?"
Wen Yuanchu slapped his paw away to pick off his backpack.
Ling Song curled his lips, took apart the potato chips, and stuffed a piece into his mouth, it tasted like barbecue.
Stuffed another piece into Wen Yuanchu's mouth.
After waiting for less than ten minutes, there was a sound of boiling from the crowd.
Ling Song raised his eyes, and saw a smear of red glow piercing the dark sea in the distance, and it was slowly spreading around.
Amid the excited shouts and cheers of the students, the water and the sky gradually separated.
When the red clouds soaked the entire sky, a dazzling ray of light suddenly penetrated the red clouds. Below it was the turbulent and surging waves. Above it, the red morning sun rose slowly in the brilliance, jumping above the clouds in an instant.
Ling Song bit down the potato chips in his mouth and sniffed. Someone shouted from behind: "Girl, Wen Yuanchu! Turn around."
They turned their heads at the same time, and Lin Qiuyi, who came from under the stone at some time, held up her mobile phone and took a group photo for them with the blue sea and the rising sun as the background.
Lin Qiuyi was very satisfied with the photographed works, she gave them an ok gesture, turned around and ran away with a smile.
Five minutes later, Ling Song received a photo from her on WeChat.
In the photo, he was very close to Wen Yuanchu, with a half-bitten potato chip in his mouth, Wen Yuanchu slightly squinted his eyes, and took a random snapshot, all in the most relaxed state.
Ling Song looked dissatisfied, he didn't even capture one tenth of his handsomeness, Lin Qiuyi's skills are terrible.
He wanted to delete the photo, but was stopped by Wen Yuanchu: "Send me one."
Ling Song looked at him suspiciously: "What do you want this photo for?"
Wen Yuanchu was serious: "It's rare to come here, let's keep it as a souvenir."
This reason was too high-sounding, Ling Song couldn't refuse, so he sent the photo.
He himself stared at the enlarged photo for a few seconds, and the action of clicking delete changed to save by accident.
It was only eight o'clock when I came down from the mountain. After counting the number of people, I got on the bus and went back to school.
On the way, Ling Song took Wen Yuanchu's mobile phone to flip through the landscape photos he took.
He was amazed: "Wen Yuanchu, you have good skills, so beautiful."
"Well, if you use a SLR, it will look better. There are too many things, so I didn't bring them."
Ling Song is a little envious, Wen Yuanchu is a man who knows everything.
awesome.
He continued to turn forward, and suddenly froze.
In Wen Yuanchu's mobile phone, there is actually saved the silly photo of Nezha in red that he sent back last time.
?
"What are you doing with this?"
Wen Yuanchu reminded him: "You send mine."
"I'll show you then, I didn't tell you to keep it, so you delete it quickly."
He didn't even want to take a second look at this kind of dark history, but Wen Yuanchu actually kept it for him, he must have wanted to dig it out and embarrass him sometime.
annoying.
Ling Song wanted to delete it for him, but Wen Yuanchu reached out to grab it, and accidentally clicked "Exit". Ling Song took a closer look and found that his desktop wallpaper was also this picture.
Ling Song: "..."
Wen Yuanchu explained blankly: "It's refreshing."
He knows it! !
"Why are you doing this? You kept this on purpose just to make fun of me in the future, right? You're so annoying."
Wen Yuanchu took his mobile phone back and touched Ling Song's dog's head: "I won't make fun of you, I promise."
"Then you delete it."
"Do not delete."
If it wasn't for him in the car, Ling Song would have rushed to fight him.
Wen Yuanchu pursed his lips lightly, and lowered his voice: "I will never let others see it, so don't be angry."
As soon as he speaks in this tone, Ling Song has nothing to do with him.
... What is wrong with learning, the little girl is acting like a baby.
Fortunately, it was Wen Yuanchu who said this, not Wen Che.
Ling Song turned his head away, too lazy to argue with him.
Forget it, it's just a photo.
If he likes to stay, he can keep it.
After such a fuss, Ling Song got tired very quickly, and he didn't get enough sleep, so he fell on Wen Yuanchu's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Yuanchu breathed a sigh of relief, and encrypted the photo and the photo of the two of them for storage.
After finishing all this, his gaze moved down to Ling Song's hand resting on his leg, paused for a few seconds, and gently hooked his little finger.
On the 91st day after he came back, we watched the sunrise together and took a group photo.
He is happy and so am I.