The protagonist of the white lotus is set to collapse

Before arriving at the destination, Zhuo Qian couldn't bear it any longer. He hugged the mineral water that Shen Jialan handed him, leaned his head on the car window and fell asleep.

The car was driving on a bumpy mountain road, with a mountain wall on one side and a cliff on the other, Zhuo Qian happened to be sitting on the other side of the cliff, looking up, he could see the white clouds stretching under the sun, and the looming hills among the white clouds.

Except for the blue sky and white clouds, the eyes are filled with different shades of green, like a seasoning dish overturned by a painter, irregular, messy, but too beautiful.

Zhuo Qian is not a person who likes to go out. Although he has the conditions and time, he seldom steps out of the city where he grew up. Thinking about it, this time seems to be the first time he has traveled far—of course, it is only [-] kilometers away from City D. Qingbai Mountain is not far away.

But faintly, he was a little excited.

Motion sickness can't stop the excitement.

What excites him the most is that this trip was reimbursed, and the free one is the most delicious.

The only fly in the ointment was that the person traveling with him was Shen Jialan. Shen Jialan, who was supposed to be at odds with him, was actually sitting in the same car and heading to the same destination.

It's still incredible to think about it.

Zhuo Qian squinted at the scenery outside the car window, but he couldn't control the random thoughts in his mind.

After thinking for a while, my eyes suddenly went dark.

He froze for a moment before realizing that Shen Jialan covered his eyes with one hand.

Shen Jialan's hand was a little cold, but it wasn't cold now, his hand was lightly pressed against Zhuo Qian's eyes, which actually made him feel a little comfortable and cold.

"Don't look." Shen Jialan's voice didn't contain much emotion, as if he was saying a very ordinary sentence, "Close your eyes and take a rest."

Although it was not in an orderly tone, Shen Jialan's mouth carried an undeniable taste.

Zhuo Qian wondered in his heart, Shen Jialan didn't seem like someone who cared about others.

However, after hesitating for a moment, he obediently closed his eyes. He was really uncomfortable at the moment, and if he looked outside too much, he would only get dizzy more.

Shen Jialan felt Zhuo Qian's eyelashes brushing against his palm like a small fan, making his palm itchy.

He didn't want to withdraw his hand so quickly, but he still took it back with a whoosh, as if he was avoiding something. He looked down at his palm, there was nothing on it, but he felt that he had grabbed a handful of light feather.

The tip of the feather kept sweeping across his palm, and the itchiness never disappeared, and it even felt like a cat scratching his heart.

Shen Jialan was extremely uncomfortable, and what was even more uncomfortable was that he vaguely knew why he was like this, but he dared not admit it and did not want to admit it.

He looked at Zhuo Qian who was resting with his eyes closed, the long eyelashes that were the culprit were drooping quietly, casting a small shadow on the smooth and jade-like skin.

Shen Jialan stared at Zhuo Qian for a long time.

Suddenly, he was unhappy again.

He thought so much, but Zhuo Qian slept soundly.

At this moment, Shen Jialan completely forgot that he was the one who let Zhuo Qian rest, and he didn't realize that he was like a little girl pestering her boyfriend and asking unreasonably, "Are you really asleep?"

"..." Zhuo Qian was speechless, thinking that you didn't let me sleep?

But he knew that as long as he opened his mouth, Shen Jialan would definitely make another fuss, so he pretended not to hear Shen Jialan's voice.

Shen Jialan didn't wait for his answer, and didn't know if he had guessed that he was pretending to be asleep, and said: "Don't think too much, I didn't care about you just now, but it was too annoying to see you motion sick."

Zhuo Qian said in his heart that he knew it, he was really a spoiled young master, he could insult the eyes of this young master even if he got a car sickness in obscurity.

Anyway, the earth revolves around Young Master Shen.

If it wasn't for his eyes being closed, Zhuo Qian really wanted to roll his eyes, but he still didn't make a sound, pretending that he was asleep.

Later Shen Jialan said something, Zhuo Qian couldn't remember it anymore, he only remembered that he heard Shen Jialan's suppressed sigh a second before his consciousness dissipated.

It seems to be troubled by something.

Sure enough, God is fair, and Young Master Shen also has troubles.

Zhuo Qian thought about it gloatingly, and just fell asleep.

In a daze, he had a very unrealistic dream. He dreamed that Shen Jialan carried himself on his back and walked forward step by step.

Feeling the movement behind him, Shen Jialan didn't turn his head, but his voice was a little cold: "Are you awake?"

Zhuo Qian hesitated.

Shen Jialan said: "When you wake up, get down and walk by yourself."

Zhuo Qian immediately got up reluctantly, he was so motion sick, his legs went limp just thinking about walking, it was still comfortable being carried by Shen Jialan...

But what kind of weird dreams did he have?She actually dreamed that Shen Jialan was carrying him, Shen Jialan was so thin, how could she carry him?His back is about the same as Shen Jialan.

"No, no, no, you've already memorized it, so be a good person and carry me to the destination." Zhuo Qian rubbed his face against Shen Jialan's neck, and put his hands around Shen Jialan's neck shamelessly, for fear that Shen Jialan would be unreasonable. Glad to throw him down.

Although he decides his dreams, but in his subconscious mind, Shen Jialan is not an easy talker.

Miraculously, Shen Jialan, who was not good at speaking, didn't throw him down, but stopped abruptly, his body quickly became stiff, and he gritted his teeth: "Don't rub around."

Zhuo Qian rubbed against him again, intentionally contradicting him.

Shen Jialan seemed to be very angry, but there was nothing he could do about him, and it took him a long time to utter an angry sentence: "Zhuo Qian, are you a dog?"

"No, I'm not a dog." Zhuo Qian narrowed his eyes, found a comfortable position on Shen Jialan's back, and said inarticulately, "I, I belong to...a dragon!"

Shen Jialan took another step, he had given up communicating with Zhuo Qian.

Zhuo Qian closed his eyes, and groped for Shen Jialan's ear with his arms around Shen Jialan's neck.

If in normal times, borrowing his 1 bear hearts and leopard courage would not dare to touch a hair of Shen Jialan, but now in his dream, everything is fake anyway, even Shen Jialan who is carrying him behind his back is also fake.

He stretched out his hands in a strange way, and grabbed Shen Jialan's ears from left to right.

"Did you hear that!" Zhuo Qian said still inarticulately, "I'm a dragon! Aww——"

Shen Jialan stopped in his tracks again, with an almost uncontrollable anger in his tone: "Zhuo Qian, are you courting death?"

Zhuo Qian faltered for a moment, and quickly withdrew his hands and put them between his chest and Shen Jialan's back, "I was wrong..."

According to the ups and downs of Shen Jialan's body, he felt Shen Jialan took a deep breath: "Also, the dragon doesn't scream like that."

Zhuo Qian asked in a low voice: "What's the name of the dragon?"

Shen Jialan was impatient: "How do I know?"

Zhuo Qian didn't bother to care about what the dragon called, he quietly stretched out his hands to wrap around Shen Jialan's neck again, and put his face on Shen Jialan's back.

Shen Jialan's back was straight and broad, and he could feel the warmth from his body through the thin clothes and jacket.

So warm.

Zhuo Qian was a little addicted and couldn't help sighing: "It's so comfortable, I don't want to go down."

Shen Jialan snorted softly, and his walking pace became much slower.

Zhuo Qian thought to himself, it's like being on Dad's back.

Zhuo Qian didn't know how long he slept, he also had a few intermittent dreams, strange to say, the dreams he had before were all related to his life before wearing the book, but this time the dreams were all about Shen Jialan.

Every single Shen Jialan, countless Shen Jialans, without exception, put on bad faces and lost their temper.

Zhuo Qian in his sleep felt a deep suffocation.

In the end, he woke up from fright, opened his eyes suddenly, and breathed disorderly.

After finally calming down, he realized that he was no longer in the car, and what he saw was the ceiling made of carved logs, with a clean square glass inlaid in the middle, where he could see the dense branches and leaves and a few rays of sunlight falling obliquely.

Zhuo Qian sat up and found himself lying on a warm tatami mat, the blankets were piled on his lap following the movement of him getting up.

He got out of bed to put on his shoes, and looked around, only to see that the room was quite large, and besides the bathroom, there was also a separate kitchenette.

The gauze curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was only half drawn, and one could see the courtyard outside, as well as a clear hot spring pool, with uneven but smooth black stones lining the side of the pool.

Zhuo Qian guessed that this place should be a hotel in Qingbaishan Scenic Area.

But then again, didn't he fall asleep in the car?How did you get to the hotel room?

Recalling the dream he had for the first time, Zhuo Qian's expression gradually became stiff and pale.

Depend on!

So he wasn't dreaming, Shen Jialan was really carrying him at that time?

it's over, it's over...

He seemed to say a lot of nonsense to Shen Jialan, oh yes, he even pinched Shen Jialan's ears!

Zhuo Qian was in great grief. At this moment, he just wanted to chop off his own hands. He didn't drink, so why did he get drunk? He even dared to pinch Shen Jialan's ears.

Shen Jialan didn't throw him down because the sun came out from the west.

Zhuo Qian walked back and forth in the room, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he was shocked, stood up straight quickly, and looked towards the door nervously.

Fortunately, the person who came in was not Shen Jialan, but the driver, Uncle Liu.

Seeing that Zhuo Qian got up, Uncle Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and said with concern: "Are you okay? The mountain road is indeed a bit detoured. Fortunately, you are not returning today, otherwise you may not be able to hold on."

Zhuo Qian hurriedly nodded: "I'm fine, thank you Uncle Liu."

"There is a kettle on the table. If you want to drink hot water, cook it yourself." Uncle Liu said after finishing his instructions, "Go to the restaurant directly after you have a rest. It's time for dinner."

Seeing that Uncle Liu was about to leave, Zhuo Qian said with the last sliver of hope: "By the way, Uncle Liu, didn't I fall asleep in the car? Why did I come here?"

Speaking of this, Uncle Liu couldn't help but look at Zhuo Qian's eyes more, how strange the eyes were: "The young master carried you on his back, have you forgotten?"

"..." Zhuo Qian heard his last sliver of hope shatter into shards, it took him a long time to find his dry voice, "I fell asleep, I don't remember much."

Uncle Liu scratched his head: "On the way, you were still talking to the young master, I thought you were awake."

Zhuo Qian: "..."

Zhuo Qian didn't dare to see Shen Jialan anymore, he was afraid that he would be torn apart by Shen Jialan.

After sending Uncle Liu away, he continued to lie back on the tatami to rest.

Shen Jialan said that he and the person in charge of the scenic area had an appointment to meet on Sunday morning, that is to say, before then he could hide from Shen Jialan and let Shen Jialan calm down by himself.

After making up his mind, Zhuo Qian didn't even eat the meal.

It wasn't until the sun went down and the sky gradually turned dark blue that Zhuo Qian, who couldn't bear it anymore, secretly asked the waiter for the way to the restaurant.

The author has something to say: fix the previous bug, and pay back the money on Sunday