Plural Apostles

The excited discussion of the tourists around made Siegfried and Hill, who were talking, look up at the same time, looking into the distance from the top of Mount Beelong.

Layers of orange-red rays of light rendered the clouds into a dim yellow luster, and a round of sun emitting dim rays of light fell feebly towards the land beyond the mountains.

Dim light and shadows shine on the rising and falling mountains, the mountains dim their own color, and the shadows criss-cross and circle each other, moving slowly as the sun falls, like a dragon biting the sun among the layers of twilight clouds Flying back to the earth, he cast his twisting light and shadow in the world.

Until the sun fell to the other side of the mountains, shadows covered the earth, and the sky was covered with dust.

Siegfried held his breath and watched this scene intently, it was so beautiful...

"Siegfried." Hill stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and patted Siegfried on the shoulder, "What do you think now?"

"Climbing the mountain hard, and then seeing this scene, I suddenly felt that the person who proposed to build the cable car should let him go for it himself." Siegfried breathed out slowly, "People really like to toss themselves, without paying , there will be no joy of harvest.”

Siegfried suddenly smiled, and looked at Hill softly: "It's just like you, it's really hard to get it."

"Hmph." Hill snorted twice, looked up at the gradually darkening sky, "Without love, you can't get me."

"Love... that's just an illusion. I think others love me, but I don't. I think I love others, but it's just like that. That kind of thing may be beautiful, but it's also very short-lived. People who really love each other, live harder than anyone else."

Hill curled his lips: "You seem to understand it very well, you cold pig's hooves."

"I think the love between mom and dad is love, but that's not what I want." Siegfried changed the topic and took off his backpack, "Okay! Get ready to start camping, before Bet you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"No." Hill withdrew his gaze from looking at the sky, tilted his head and smiled slightly, "It's just sleeping in a tent."

The tourists who watched the attractions of Bielong Mountain started to descend the mountain under the guidance of the tour guide while the night was not too dark.

Siegfried and Hill took out the tent from the big package and pitched it up, and laid out mats in the tent. When all this was almost busy, the sky was already dark.

"Aqiu—!"

Hill sniffled, and rubbed his arms together with his hands: "It's so cold on the mountain... It's obviously summer at this time."

"Because this is on the mountain, luckily I brought some coats, put them on quickly." Siegfried flipped through the big backpack, threw a coat to Hill, and then he took out a portable power box and an induction cooker from the backpack, "Fortunately, I was well prepared this time, so I didn't have to starve and freeze in Fenghuang Ridge like before."

"Hmph, who told you that you didn't drive well that time and insisted on grabbing my hand." Hill wrinkled his nose and said angrily, "I don't even think about whose fault it is!"

"It's your fault for being too beautiful."

Siegfried grinned and put a large basin on the induction cooker, then took out the light bulb and hung it up to power on, the light dispelled the surrounding darkness.

"Next, I will show my cooking skills to Hill." Siegfried unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, filled the basin with water, and after the water boiled, he took out instant noodles, "How to turn simple instant noodles into luxurious big noodles?" meal!"

Hill, who was wearing a coat, rubbed her hands. She sat on a small folding stool and watched Siegfried curiously looking for something in his backpack: "Did you bring any other food?"

"The secret to turning instant noodles into a luxurious meal - Jinhua ham, marinated eggs, premium bacon, secret seasoning, fat sausage..."

Hill looked at a small box that Siegfried took out from his backpack with some astonishment, and the various ingredients in it: "Where did you get it?"

"Online orders are then cut up, packaged and delivered directly." Siegfried slowly put these things into the pot and simmered, "Didn't I pick up the courier once in the small town before? Arrived."

"This is the secret to turning instant noodles into a luxurious meal?"

"Of course!"

After a while, the aroma gradually spread, and the saliva kept coming out.

Siegfried looked at the stewed ingredients in the pot, and he tore apart a few packets of instant noodles, took out the dough and threw them in. As for those cheap seasoning packets, of course they were unnecessary children.

In the boiling soup, the noodle cakes were quickly scattered and cooked. Siegfried turned off the induction cooker and handed Hill a pair of chopsticks: "Luxury instant noodle meal, come and try."

"Is this still instant noodles?"

"Of course, because there are instant noodles in it." Siegfried took a piece of ham and threw it into his mouth, "Well, it tastes so good, it's worthy of authentic Jinhua ham."

"What you said really makes sense."

Hill also didn't care about reasoning with Siegfried, she couldn't wait to start eating, and the warm food instantly dispelled the chill around her.

Just as the two of them were feasting, they suddenly saw a beam of light shining in front of them.

Siegfried let go of his chopsticks, subconsciously put his hands into his clothes, and asked vigilantly, "Hey! Who's that in front?!"

"It's just a photographer." The light of the flashlight gradually entered, and a middle-aged man in thick clothes walked into the light in front of the tent, "You young couple really aroused my glutton... that, Do you mind sharing meals?"

He gestured to the thermos in his other hand.

Siegfried narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the other party carefully, and said with a little hesitation: "Oh? You seem to be the photographer who took the picture of Farewell to the Dusk Rain? I remember it was..."

"My humble Zhang Yongzheng, I didn't expect to be recognized. It's really lucky." The photographer smiled, "Are you two interested in sharing a meal together?"

"You took the picture of the evening rain and Bielong... Well, it is true that not many people will pay attention to who will take that picture." Siegfried relaxed his vigilance a little, and smiled, "It's okay to share meals, but you bring What is it? If the grade is too bad, I don't want to."

"It must be something you can't refuse."

Zhang Yongzheng smiled, and opened the insulation box, revealing the steaming white rice inside: "I also brought a bowl, as for those dishes, I won't bring them here to make a fool of myself."

White rice is indeed something that Siegfried and Hill can't refuse, after all, there is always something wrong with eating only vegetables.

"Mr. Zhang Yongzheng, why are you still here at Bielong Mountain?" Hill held the bowl and looked at Zhang Yongzheng curiously, "Didn't you already take a picture of Bielong in the Dusk Rain? Are you planning to take another one?" ?”

"I've always lived in Bielong Mountain." Zhang Yongzheng smiled, "Last time I took a picture of Bielong in the evening rain, and now I want to take a picture of Bielong in the morning rain, but whether I can get it or not depends entirely on luck."

Siegfried planed the rice, and said speechlessly: "Du Yu Bielong happened four or five years ago, right? I said you wouldn't have squatted here for four or five years, right?"

"Yes, to be precise, I have been squatting here for almost ten years, haha."

"It's just for a photo, is it worth it?" Siegfried drank his saliva, "The photos circulated on the Internet look better than the real ones."