Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

In the early morning of the next day, after breakfast, Qinglang and his group headed for their destination, the primeval forest in Daxing'an Mountains.

Daxing'an Mountains in winter is the most beautiful season in the forest area of ​​the year, with azure blue sky, vast snow-capped forest, strange rime, and countless birch forests. Standing in this forest and snowfield, the whole person seems to be in the Silver fairy tale world.

"Win the wind! Come on!"

The light and smiling voice injected vitality into this morning. Mu Yingfeng was carrying a large backpack, but there was a little sweat on his forehead in the cold weather. He wiped it with his hand and looked at the clear clouds. The bouncing figure was afraid that she would run away, so he had no choice but to yell at her: "Slow down, don't get lost, I won't look for you!"

Qingyun stopped and turned around, smiled at Mu Yingfeng, suddenly raised her head slightly, and saw her arms slightly opened, and her body began to spin.

Her hat fell to the ground under the action, and the black hair that grew to her waist flew away, fluttering with the arc of rotation, like a black butterfly fluttering in the snow, her moving face was like a newborn lotus It's the best sip, only the figure of Mu Yingfeng is filled in the eyes, nothing else.

Mu Yingfeng suddenly lost his breath. He didn't fall in love with Qingyun, but he was deeply attracted by the extreme beauty in front of him at this moment. He remembered that Qingyun had a dancing background. They also had a happy memory once. She Standing and dancing in the scenery, he carefully described her in the scenery.

I really miss it. After so many years, I didn't see her dancing again until today.

There is no pleasant music, just wearing thick clothes, which even cover up the provocative figure, but he still feels that this is the kind of beauty that he has never seen in many mountains and rivers.

He immediately put down the backpack, took out the drawing board and other tools skillfully from it, and waved the paintbrush intently. The picture in the drawing board gradually emerged, a lifelike snow scene, a girl was standing there dancing, her face...

Suddenly, Mu Yingfeng's paintbrush stopped on the girl's face, and he didn't write for a long time. His eyes were so dark that it was impossible to see what he was thinking. Finally, he moved his wrist and sketched lightly, completing the satisfactory painting of his journey.

"Yinfeng, I remember we used to be like this. This is the first time I have danced in many years. In the past few years, my hands and feet have hurt a lot. That's right! I still have a painting you gave me in my room!" Qing Seeing him put away his brush, Yun leaned over, intending to take a good look at the painting.

Mu Yingfeng's paintings are very good. It is reasonable to say that after so many years of painting, with his identity and demeanor, it is impossible for him to remain unknown, but anyone who knows him knows that Mu Yingfeng loves art, not just talking about it .

He is free and easy, wherever he goes, he draws his favorite scenery along the way, and then gives them to strangers who love his paintings. For him, art is priceless, it can be elegant or simple, compared with Collect them and put them in a room for people to appreciate. He hopes that his paintings can be hung in ordinary families at will.

Such willful behavior can only be done by Mu Yingfeng, who has a carefree life, but more often than not, you can't hate such a pure person, and at the same time, you are easy to be deeply attracted, especially Qingyun.

"Hey! Wait, don't..." Seeing Qingyun approaching, Mu Yingfeng was flustered, and wanted to reach out to stop it but it was too late.

Qingyun was stunned when she saw the painting, she opened and closed her lips, and looked at Mu Yingfeng in disbelief, unable to utter a word.

Mu Yingfeng turned his head away, his usual smiling face was only anxious, and he pursed his lips tightly, "I told you not to look at it, if you want, I will draw another one for you."

"Why?" Qingyun lowered his head, staring at the thick snow on the ground in a daze, his voice was easily carried away by the cold wind.

"What?" Mu Yingfeng couldn't hear clearly.

Qing Yun never raised his head, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped his sleeve, thin veins appeared on the back of his hand, which looked hideous and terrifying, and the face buried in the shadows was full of distorted hatred.

Qinglang stepped on the snow, and there were a series of footprints behind him. He breathed out a breath of air, and he still felt a little cold in the thick clothes, but he couldn't resist his love for this beautiful scenery at all.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He turned his head and said to Mu Yufeng with a smile.

Mu Yufeng was wearing the down jacket that was thrown to Qinglang last night, and Qingqing sent it there early in the morning, so they set off together, and Mu Yingfeng wanted to follow in the middle. Just the two of them.

He was also shocked by the scenery in front of him, his black eyes seemed to be covered with white light by white snow, and he looked back when he heard the clear words, with a slight smile on his mouth, "It's beautiful, like a living picture scroll."

Here it comes again... This kind of words that Mu Yingfeng would say.

Qingqing put his gloved hand into his pocket pretending to be casual, no one will be able to see his tightly clenched hands, with a smile on his face, "Brother Yufeng's way of describing it reminds me of Yingfeng, I think he should have found a good place to paint by now."

"It seems like he would do it, dedicating himself to art." Mu Yufeng said at the end that his face became a little weird. He bent down to pick up a dry branch, and squatted on the snow without caring whether it was tied or not. sketched.

Qinglang was confused by his actions, so he had to move closer. At first glance, he only felt that Mu Yufeng was paddling carelessly, but then gradually he saw the way, and looked at Mu Yufeng's focused profile in surprise. .

"Is this a design sketch?"

"Well, I have an inspiration, please help me take a picture with your mobile phone when the painting is finished." Mu Yu didn't even speak in the limelight, but her hands moved faster and faster.

Qinglang suddenly remembered the teahouse where they first met. The overall design there was very unique and elegant. Could it be that Mu Yufeng designed it?

His eyelids drooped slightly, and he glanced at Mu Yufeng without leaving a trace.

Soon Mu Yufeng stopped, and Qinglang picked up the phone to take a few photos carefully, then handed it to him to confirm that there was no problem, and then he said what he had been wanting to ask just now.

"Brother Yufeng, I have always been impressed by the design of the teahouse we met for the first time. Did you design it?"

Mu Yufeng walked in front of a tree that had fallen in the snow and sat down, patted off the snow that was covering it, and motioned for Qinglan to come over, "Yes, I used to learn to draw, but I don't anymore. contact, but help people design outdoor specifications in their spare time.”

Qinglang sat down and looked up at the sky. Maybe it was still morning, the sun was not strong, and only layers of white light penetrated into the forest. Now, with a good brother like you, he can do what he wants to do without burden, do you think he saved the earth in his previous life?"

"You are also a good brother." Mu Yufeng looked straight at him, looking at him firmly.

Qing Lang smiled wryly, put his palms on the tree, shook his head and looked up at the sky, how could he be a good brother?

Maybe it's because it's too quiet here, or maybe the person sitting next to him is Mu Yufeng, Qingqing suddenly felt a desire to confide, he took off his gloves, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and waved towards Mu Yufeng, seeing him Shaking his head and refusing, he took out one and lit it, took a deep breath, and the smoke he exhaled curled up and disappeared quickly.

"I used to like painting very much. I liked it very much. It was a kind of liking that could not be matched by anyone or anything." Sunny's tone was heavy with involuntary breathlessness. "But this love besides giving me happiness, It’s just a nuisance to those around you.”

"For this reason, I am still not reconciled. I want to prove that my painting is not just a piece of paper. I have been studying hard and moving forward until I went to college. Because of my weird personality, no one made friends with me."

Mu Yufeng didn't speak, but just looked at Qinglan intently, and listened quietly, but he didn't know when it started, and the hand tightly clenched by his side never let go.

"Then in a drawing competition in college, I finally won No.1!" Speaking of this sunny tone, he became visibly excited, and the gloom in his eyes faded a lot. "At that time, it really felt like all the hard work is rewarding."

"And then, through this incident, I became friends with Yingfeng." Qing Lang pressed the cigarette he hadn't smoked into the snow to extinguish the cigarette butt, stood up and patted the ash that fell on his trousers, and turned his head in embarrassment He smiled at Mu Yufeng.

"Sorry, I accidentally said a lot of things on my own, let's continue walking?"

Mu Yufeng looked at him straight, and suddenly shook his head slightly, "Listening to you, I never get bored."

The emotionless voice was still as indifferent as ever, but it made Qing Lang feel slightly warmed and also a little sad. This inexplicable emotion made him feel confused.

"I found a very good place in front of me." Qing Lang didn't care about being rude, and desperately wanted to stay away from the atmosphere that made him flustered.

Suddenly, Qinglang's wrist was grabbed, Mu Yufeng's hand was well wrapped by black gloves, and the black and white of both hands together was very conspicuous.

"Your story isn't over yet," Mu Yufeng still had that expressionless face, he stood up and approached, his body taller than Qinglang seemed to imprison him in his arms.

"Brother Yufeng, you..." Before Qinglang could even react, he felt a strong sense of oppression attacking him.

"I told myself that I should be patient..." Mu Yufeng's lifeless voice was stained with a hint of dullness, his lips moved close to Qing Lang's ear, and he tightly held Qing Lang's wrist, with his thumb between the thick Rubbing back and forth between the sleeves, this behavior is extremely ambiguous.

"But I wanted to ask you the first time I met you, how did you get the scar on your wrist?"

It will be sunny and the whole person seems to have fallen into an ice cellar, and there is no trace of blood on his face. He can't open his mouth because his teeth are chattering involuntarily. At this moment, he feels that Mu Yufeng has completely changed. Qi Nian also disappeared from his seemingly ambiguous action.

The place where Mu Yufeng touched was the scar that he had never shown in front of others and carefully covered up.