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Zhong Ming's figure was hidden in the white mist, staring at the branch in the distance, he pushed Zhou Ze slightly, "Look at that branch, does it look like a bird?"

Zhou Ze couldn't see anything through the white mist, and yawned boredly, "I'm going to get breakfast, help Cancan and the others get it too."

"En." Zhong Ming walked down slowly, his tall body gradually became blurred, and only a faint smile remained in the double image.

Lu Yanchu was awakened by the chirping birds outside, turned over and saw that Xie Cheng was holding his sister's nose, sleeping in the dark, he suppressed a laugh, and quickly put on his clothes and got up.

The white mist gradually dissipated under the sunshine, and the ringing bell not far away fell into Lu Yanchu's eyes. He stood silently under a tree, half of his body in the mist, and the smile at the end of his eyes extended to the bottom of his heart.

It turns out that there are people in the world who really look like a piece of clean white paper, so clean that people are reluctant to splash ink with it. Lu Yanchu didn't realize that he had been staring at Zhong Ming for a long time.

When he recovered, he had already stood in front of him.

"What are you looking at?"

At this time, Lu Yanchu realized that his eyes were still on the place where Zhong Ming had just stood. He lowered his head silently, his bangs seemed to block the emotion in his eyes, "It's nothing, when did you get up?"

Zhong Ming put one hand in his pocket, and held a dead leaf in the other hand, "I woke up a long time ago, here, here you are."

"what?"

"Does it look like a dead leaf butterfly?" Zhong Ming placed the dead leaf carefully in his palm, as if he was treating a treasure.

Lu Yanchu stretched out his finger to touch it lightly, then immediately withdrew his hand, "It's quite similar."

Zhong Ming smiled and handed it over, "Here you are."

"Give it to me?" Lu Yanchu pointed to himself.

"Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to." Zhong Ming took a closer look at Lu Yanchu, and felt that he looked better than yesterday.

A small expression flashed on Lu Yanchu's face. It was so cute that people couldn't help pinching his face. He quickly took it, "Of course, I don't dislike it."

"Hey! Cancan, hurry up and get it with me." Zhou Ze's loud voice suddenly sounded from behind, Zhong Ming frowned slightly, and when he tilted his head again, Lu Yanchu had already run over to help Zhou Ze get breakfast.

Han Yingdong was awakened by Zhou Ze's voice, and got out of the tent with disheveled hair, dark eyes, and a hoarse voice, "Why did you wake up so early?"

"I can't sleep, so I got up, go wash your face, and eat later."

Han Yingdong glanced back and touched his nose, "When did he get up?"

"I woke up not long after I woke up. I guess I didn't sleep well last night. When are you going to make a fuss?" As soon as Zhong Ming said this, Zhou Ze and the others approached with breakfast. Han Yingdong immediately yelled at Zhong Ming. She winked, "I'll go wash my face first."

Zhong Ming sighed, walked to Lu Yanchu's side, took the breakfast, "I'll come."

In order to prevent the dead leaves in his hand from being damaged, Lu Yanchu only held his breakfast with one hand, feeling a little weak, but fortunately Zhong Ming took it in time.

He smiled, holding the dead leaf and shaking it in Zhong Ming's eyes, with a dazzling smile, "I'll put it away first."

"Yeah." Zhong Ming said that if he didn't have something in his hand, he really wanted to touch the little guy's head.

His smile is so cute that it's deadly.

When Han Yingdong came back, Zhong Ming didn't know where he went. Zhou Ze was the only one outside the tent. He wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't have any painting tools, so he had to go back to the tent to get them.

He could hide for a while, but not forever, he took a deep breath and strode over.

He took something out of the tent and was about to leave when Zhou Ze called out to stop him, "Han Yingdong, are you hiding from me?"

With a single shot, the man went straight over the head.

The sunlight fell on Han Yingdong's body through the branches, forming mottled broken shadows, his handsome features were etched into people's hearts.

"No." Han Yingdong also bluntly deceived himself.

Zhou Ze thought for a while, took a piece of bread and threw it into Han Yingdong's arms, "You don't want to eat breakfast, do you want to die?"

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