If you want to refuse after seeing it, you will still welcome it [Entertainment]

Wen Mo picked out some necessities, packed them in a black backpack, and boarded the chasing road to Xihe.

Before entering Xihe, you need to rest in a stockade in the mountains.

In the night, the vast mountains are full of mountains and mountains hidden among the clouds, and it is raining and noisy, and there is no darkness everywhere.

Spend money to hire a guide, so you won't get lost in the mountains with black eyes.

The muddy and rugged path is covered with unknown wildflowers and weeds. People in black raincoats on the road brave the rain with flashlights.

The guide who led the way was a short young man in his twenties.If it wasn't for the beauty's sake, he wouldn't want to rush into the mountains at midnight.

Their place is inconvenient for transportation and clinkingly poor, no matter how you look at it, it's very sad.

And the people in the city are like demons, coming in to play from time to time, what is it called to feel the nature and breathe fresh air.He was still taking pictures with his mobile phone and camera, just like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

"Beauty, it's hard to walk at night, watch carefully, don't slip your feet, and confess yourself here..."

Wen Mo responded to the young guide's advice, the rain was too loud, and he didn't know if the young man who was looking back heard or not, so he nodded to him to show that he knew.

The flashlight is not waterproof, so it can only be hidden in the sleeve of the raincoat. The slender light emitted is yellowish and weak. It feels like the battery is not strong, and it dimly illuminates a small area in front of it.

It usually takes 1 hour to walk, but now it takes 2 hours. The young guide feels that he has lost money, so he asks for three times the fare before arriving at the B&B in the village.

Wen Mo thinks the price is very reasonable, and it doesn't matter if he can get here safely and smoothly, even if he pays a little more.

After transferring the money, I walked to the simple front desk, and there was an old man sitting inside, wearing a short white and yellowish vest, as if he was taking a nap.

"Hello!" Wen Mo tapped his knuckles on the wooden table, making a moderate sound, waking up the old man who was dozing off.

"Stay in the hotel, there is no room!" The old man spoke his native dialect, rubbed his eyes, and yawned leisurely.

His homestay is the only one in this village, and his son who works outside asked the old couple to set it up. There are not many rooms, only three.It is usually empty most of the time, but it also earns a lot of money from people who occasionally come to stay.

"Hello, old man! I'm here to find a friend, Room 3."

"Look for someone, okay, No. 3 is the innermost upstairs."

"Thank you!"

Wen Mo, who got the pass, stepped on the creaking stairs to the second floor, followed the wooden corridor to the door of Room 3.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After three knocks on the door, there was a rustle inside the non-sound-proof room, someone walked in with slippers, the footsteps didn't sound like Zuo Jin, nor her assistant.

Sure enough, the door opened, and a face that... should have been seen before appeared.

Short hair, short sleeves, shorts, the three-short outfit is very refreshing.

The age is about 24 years old, the figure is flat, the appearance is average, the skin is rough, the facial features are delicate, and the score can reach 75 points.

No threat.

"Hello, is Ms. Zuo in the room?"

"Not here." The girl who came out turned her head to look at the room, and she leaned against the door, stretched her legs to block her, and sized her up unscrupulously.

On the one hand, he was shocked, but his heart was full of alarm bells.

This is a strong enemy!

I used to lick my face through the screen for a long time!

The short-haired girl is a well-known photographer in the industry. She likes to cooperate with girls. She has a lot of gossip and has a lot of sisters and sisters.A model today, an actor tomorrow, and a singer the day after tomorrow.

All fair-skinned, beautiful and long-legged, like collecting stamps.

Because there is a real mine at home, photography is just a weapon for playing tickets and picking up girls.

Zuo Jin, who was in the room, vaguely heard Wen Mo's voice, couldn't help trembling, smoothed the wrinkles of his long pajamas, and then appeared in Wen Mo's field of vision.

"Ms. Wen, who are you?" In the black eyes under the incandescent light, a bright color flashed quickly, suppressing the sudden joy in my heart.

The orphans and widows were alone in the room, not only their clothes were disheveled, there was also a crimson patch on Ruyu's neck, and a cold gleam appeared in her cold eyes.

"Just passing by, maybe knocking on the wrong door."

After speaking, he nodded politely at the two of them, then turned and went downstairs, leaving only a puddle of water dripping from the raincoat at the door, reflecting the weak light and flickering.

"This man...!" Zuo Jin sighed inwardly, and looked back at the assistant who had just woken up on the floor, "I'll go out for a while."

He raised his feet and wanted to leave, then folded himself to get his own towel.

After Wen Mo went downstairs, no one left, and asked the sleepy old man for a utility room, which was in a corner on the first floor.

Seeing Zuo Jin following down, he didn't respond, feeling angry!

The old man received a lot of money, and he was embarrassed to let a girl toss, so he cheerfully unloaded two wooden doors, put them on two benches, and spread a cool bamboo mat, which became a comfortable big bed.

After the old man went out, Wen Mo took off his raincoat, put down his bulging backpack, found pots and rags in the debris pile, went outside to fetch water and came back, and wiped the dust around.

Although it's just one night, I still have to tidy up a little bit.

Zuo Jin, who was standing aside, saw that she deliberately kept silent, and probably guessed that this person had misunderstood. He wanted to explain, but he hesitated to speak.

Finally, he also went out and brought in a basin of water to help her clean the room.Wipe off the dust, roll up the cobwebs or something.

The two of them stayed in the utility room without saying a word, working on their own for half an hour, drying their hands and sticking to the spot.

You look at me, I look at you, both relatively speechless.

Wen Mo was waiting for Zuo Jin to explain.

And Zuo Jin wanted to explain, but felt that he didn't need to explain anything to her.

In the end, it was Wen Mo who was defeated, walked to the side and opened the wooden window, and the breath of the mountain came with the night wind.

There is a light mist outside the window, and you can see clusters of beautiful flowers, but because of the torrential rain brought by the night wind, the petite and weak flowers and plants trembled obliquely, so sad!

"The falling red pieces are like fog, the scenery is really beautiful, but it's a pity!"

Not only did the people behind him not make a sound, but the sound of footsteps gradually moved away.

When the footsteps disappeared by the door, Wen Mo, who pricked up his ears, felt a little regretful, he should have taken the initiative to say something nice earlier.

While regretting, I looked up and saw flowers falling outside the window, but the person who had left appeared in the rain in a raincoat.

I saw her leaning over to pick up a blooming flower, walking slowly with a smile on her face, her eyebrows and eyes were soft, as if melting into the beauty of the mountains and plains.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sound of the heartbeat was transmitted to the ears from the beating of the chest cavity, and I could clearly hear it myself.

She walked to the window and said, "Do you like it? Ms. Wen."

"I like it!" I like the flower in front of me, and I like the person in front of me even more. I put my cool fingertips on it, slid it over the delicate skin, sniffed the fragrance of the flower, and smiled: "I didn't expect that Ms. Zuo is also a romantic person." .”

Hearing this, Zuo Jin's eyes flickered as he stood outside the window, and a blush climbed up his cheeks, he was a bit better than Hua Jiao.She pursed her lips and looked away from her smiling eyes. Her body felt quite hot in the cold night wind.

This is the first time to do such a thing.

I think this person likes it, so I go to fold it and walk out of a Taoyuan road by myself.

The small thoughts that arise in this way are secret, ulterior, and secretly joyful.

Never had the joy, do not understand why?It's just that everything is involuntary and uncontrollable!

The author has something to say:

Love comes like a tornado, hehe~~~

Zuo Jin's past will be slowly revealed later, in fact, she is also an emotionally naive~~~