Pretend to be nice

The water massage/massage of the hot spring is in groups of two, and Mu Ziheng, a social expert who just came with Yang Siyue, naturally sits with her.

Both of them are human beings. They inquired about the enemy's situation in the car, exchanged information, and achieved the achievement of assisting teammates. This will sit side by side and look at the two people opposite.

"Why don't you talk?" Mu Ziheng narrowed his eyes and looked over quietly, the situation on the other side made her very puzzled.

"Too many people?" Yang Siyue pretended to be drinking and answered in a low voice.

"Do you think it's really possible for them to be together?" Yang Siyue doubted her friend for the first time.

"I don't know...", adding one to the same lack of confidence.

The two people on the opposite side are both icebergs in the eyes of others. You can say that same/sex attracts, but they are different in coldness. Lin Guan's indifference is pessimistic and cold. He has traveled to various cities and met various personalities. People have experienced many good and dirty, she is a deep pool in the quiet jungle, a seemingly calm lake, but bottomless.

Li Qinghe is different. There is no such thing as gentle eyes, sharp jawline, and melancholy in his eyebrows. He tells you all the time that there is heavy rain on this lake, and thunder and lightning never stop.

The two are like water that cannot mix, it is hard to imagine how they can be together.

Sigh for friends together.

Big red/waves float on the water, going up and down with the surf.

Mu Ziheng's eyes involuntarily followed the big/waves, and the circular arc wrapped in light fabric came into view, and he turned his head uncomfortably.

She had a panoramic view of Mu Ziheng's reaction, but she smiled indifferently, and even leaned a little to the side.

The other person didn't dodge, and the arms of the two were close to each other, feeling each other's temperature in the hot spring water.

The person on the opposite side still didn't respond, both of them seemed to be asleep with their eyes closed, no matter how anxious they were, it was useless, the two casually chatted in low voices, and the atmosphere was somewhat ambiguous.

It was past ten o'clock when we came here, and a few people were soaking in hot springs and talking about taking pictures, and it was already past twelve o'clock by now.

First, Yang Siyue couldn't bear it anymore, she acted a little sleepy, her eyelids were fighting with her lower eyelids, Mu Ziheng saw this, and hurriedly called a few people back.

Yang Siyue laughed at herself and said with a smile that she was already an old man.

A few people were laughing, smelling of sulfur, and they agreed to go back on the gravel road. The wooden clogs made a unique sound in the silent night when they stepped on the fallen leaves.

The people in the front room all went back to their own rooms one after another, and the rooms of Li Qinghe and Lin Guan were at the innermost.

After Li Qinghe went to his room with selfish intentions, he didn't go in directly, but followed Lin Guan to the door of her room.

Lin Gu'an opened the door, turned around, tilted his head and looked at her with some doubts, her hair was loose.

Li Qinghe scratched his head at a loss and said good night.

Lin Gu'an didn't give her a corresponding answer, and closed the door.

Li Qinghe was a little dazed, wanted to knock on the door but didn't dare, shook his hands up and down, finally pursed his lips, and returned to his room with the discomfort in his heart.

The big dog circled around the bed depressedly, really couldn't understand Lin Guan's sudden indifference, sighed, and simply sat down on the bed.

After a while, the mobile phone that was thrown on the white bed sheet vibrated.

Li Qinghe was just about to let go of this matter, he just took off half of his bathrobe and put it on again, turned around and bent down to pick up his phone, it was Lin Guan's news.

Li Qinghe clicked in with an unknown expectation in his heart.

"You haven't taken a picture of me today."

Are you angry about this?

Li Qinghe shook his hand, thought for a while and replied, "Can I do it now?"

"If your camera still has power."

Li Qinghe had a smile on his face, and the temper that was still sullen just now dissipated, and he hurriedly changed the memory card and the spare battery he was carrying.

The important person had already walked to the door, but when he rolled his eyes, he turned and walked back.

Lin Gu'an only turned on the wall lamp, and stood in front of the bathtub to turn on the water. The water pressure was strong and the water was released quickly, and it was half full in a short while.

There was the sound of glass being knocked on the balcony covered by drawn white curtains.

The voice that should have come from behind instead appeared in front.

"Hello, your exclusive photographer is here," the thin black shadow knocked on the door and said in a low voice.

She paused for a moment before continuing to ask, "May I come in?"

It was obviously just to take a picture, tossing her like an adulterous affair, Lin Gu'an could only smile helplessly, opened the curtains, and opened the glass door that had just been locked.

Li Qinghe, who was still wearing a white bathrobe, was holding a black SLR in his hand. Under the moonlight, his light amber eyes were less aggressive than usual and more gentle, and his clear jaw was softened and blurred. The indentation of the clavicle that cannot be covered by the bathrobe catches the water droplets from the hair, forming a small puddle.

The bathrobe with cherry blossoms on the white background makes the male and female who are difficult to distinguish more like the boy in kimono who sits kneeling under the cherry tree in the book with indifferent brows and eyes, but a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Gu'an was stunned for a while, then turned to cast a glance at her and said, "Are you promising? You know how to climb the balcony, and you're not afraid of falling."

Li Qinghe walked inside with a casual expression and said, "It's only so wide, you can pass it in one step."

"Excellence," Lin Gu'an reproached again.

Li Qinghe smiled, walked to the bathtub, tried it with his hands, the temperature in the bathtub was hotter than the hot spring outside, and changed the cold water on his own initiative and continued to put it.

"Do you want to take it off?"

"It's all right," Li Qinghe touched his nose.

"Take a few pictures first, huh?"

"Well," Li Qinghe's hand holding the camera trembled a little, and he hurriedly added later.

Lin Gu'an smiled, and sat on the edge of the bathtub, covering the moonlight from the probe. His slender legs were faintly visible under the large black-bottomed white crane bathrobe. His bare feet stepped on the floor, and the veins on the insteps were clearly visible.

The bathrobe on the shoulders slid down, revealing the fair skin. Because the arms were propped up by the bathtub, the protruding collarbone became more obvious, and a few strands of hair were scattered on it.

Li Qinghe's inconspicuous throat rolled, and his fingers rubbed against the black SLR.

"What pose do you want to pose?" Lin Guan had a smile on his face, his eyebrows were gentle, and his tone seemed to be coquettish and indulgent to a child.

"No, there's no need..." Li Qinghe paused again, and said: "Just a little bit, just a little bit."

"Well, is this okay?" Lin Guan looked at her and asked, the smile in his eyes became more obvious.

"Okay, okay." Li Qinghe was a little nervous, wanting to take a step closer but backed away unconsciously.

"Then why don't you shoot yet?"

"Oh, oh oh," Li Qinghe hurriedly opened the SLR, and the shutter clicked.

Lin Guan followed the sound of the shutter, and changed her actions after two or three beeps. After pressing the shutter dozens of times, she was already lying in the bathtub. When no one was paying attention, it had already filled the entire bathtub, and the water was swaying The water flowed out, and a stream of water flowed down against the wooden bathtub.

At this moment, no one cares, the sound of the shutter is still going on, the black hair is floating on the water surface, like entangled seaweed, the corners of the eyes are stained red by the heat, and the cold face is weaker for no reason, she blinks and looks at you, the water waves are concave The clavicular triangle that goes down makes waves.

Li Qinghe's hands trembled a little, but luckily he had professionalism. He was half thinking about the picture in front of him and half thinking about composition, but there was no conflict.

"Didn't you want to convert to Buddhism before? Read a few Buddhist scriptures to listen," Lin Gu'an said unintentionally.

Li Qinghe had two things in one mind, and when he heard this, he had no time to react and blurted out an answer: "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

There was a low laugh from over there, and Li Qinghe finally realized it, and looked over there with some embarrassment.

"Finished?"

Li Qinghe stared blankly.

"I got up after filming," Lin Gu'an said again.

"Ah, oh, good." Li Qinghe was still a little confused.

"I just soaked it long enough," Lin Gu'an explained helplessly, stretching out his palm, his fingertips turned white from the soak.

"Oh, oh, get up quickly," Li Qinghe said hastily, he took a step forward to help, but turned around in response.

Seeing her stunned look, Lin Guan sighed, stood up and walked straight to the bathroom, saying, "Send me the photo, the phone is on the bedside table."

Li Qinghe nodded again, remembering that she couldn't see, he said hello again.

Lin Gu'an felt uncomfortable with the smell of sulfur all over his body, so he ignored the idiot and went to the bathroom to take a shower on his own.

The water surface of the bathtub was still swaying, Li Qinghe stared at it for a while, then accidentally raised his camera to take another picture, the shimmering moon shadow imprinted on the swaying water surface was somewhat elegant.

Sitting next to the bed, Li Qinghe picked up photos and sent them to Lin Guan. The phone next to him rang and rang, and the screen lit up. The wallpaper was a picture of two people sitting on the grass when they went camping.

There was too much joy in the fall, and the brain that was running stuck could only make the movement of covering the face with the palm, afraid that Lin Guan would hear it, the laughter was low and low, and it took a while before it stopped. picture.

The network is slow, the memory is large, and I have to choose and choose. I can take a blurry photo and think about going back to P. I can’t bear to delete it. This time the efficiency is even slower.

Lin Gu'an just wanted to take a quick shower, and the speed was so fast that the picture was still being transmitted when she came out.

Li Qinghe took the hair dryer graciously and went to help her dry her hair.

Lin Gu'an didn't stop him, he just sat comfortably and enjoyed himself.

Li Qinghe turned on the cold wind and blew it slowly, but he didn't have any selfish intention of prolonging the time, it was just better for his hair.

When her hair was half dry, the phone stopped vibrating, and Lin Gu'an raised her hand to tell her to stop.

Li Qinghe paused.

"Go to sleep early, you have to drive tomorrow."

It made sense, Li Qinghe returned the hair dryer to her, took the DSLR and prepared to go back to the balcony.

"Main entrance", Lin Gu'an stopped, and asked back with a half-smile: "Are you addicted to flipping?"

Li Qinghe scratched his head in embarrassment, turned and walked through the door.

As soon as her hand landed on the doorknob, Lin Guan's soft good night came from behind. Before she could respond, the hair dryer rang.

Li Qinghe could only smile, opened the door forcefully, strode back, just happened to hear the sound of closing the door next door, his brain was still filled with joy, he turned back to his room without thinking carefully.