lake garden moon

After walking in the forest for a while, the two returned to the car and took out the picnic supplies they had brought from the trunk.

Walking in the woods they found a flat, shady place near the lake, and when they sat down they could see the white hills in the distance.

When they came to the lake, the two put down their things and began to spread out the picnic cloth.

After the picnic cloth was laid out, Kang Zhier opened the dining basket he brought, and took out the prepared food one by one.After the meal basket was empty, he straightened his knees on the picnic cloth and looked around blankly.

Elvis noticed his strangeness and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"I forgot to bring the oolong tea," Kang Zhier looked up at him, and replied, "I can't put it in the basket. I put the tea in the car."

Elvis immediately stood up.

"I'll go back and get it."

He put on his shoes, turned and walked towards the way he came.

After Elvis left, Kang Zhier put the packed dining basket aside, and continued to arrange the food more beautifully.

Ten minutes later, Elvis came back with a thermos.

From a distance of a hundred meters, he called Kang Zhier.

"Xiao Zhi."

Kang Zhier was looking for an angle with his mobile phone, when he heard Elvis calling him, he turned around and saw Elvis walking towards this side.

The sky was high and the clouds were clear, and in the pine forests scattered in the suburbs, Kang Zhier watched Elvis walking slowly from a distance.There was a vivid smile on his face, and the sun and leaf shadows fell on him.

Kang Zhier's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.He raised the phone, pointed it at Elvis, and pressed the shutter.

But in a moment, Elvis had come to him.

Kang Zhier put down his phone, and took the full bottle of oolong tea from his phone.

"Tired?" he asked Elvis.

There is still a distance from where they parked to the lake.

"Not tired."

Elvis sat down, took off his shoes, and turned around.

Kang Zhier noticed small beads of sweat on Elvis' forehead, and took out two tissues to help him wipe the sweat.

For Kang Zhier's act of taking care of himself, Elvis was very grateful, sat in front of him cooperatively, and offered his face to him.

"Thank you."

"All right."

Kang Zhier helped Elvis wipe his sweat, turned around and threw the paper towels into the assembled trash box, and was about to unscrew the thermos bottle to pour out the oolong tea when Elvis suddenly grabbed his ankle , and gently pulled him back.

"Come back first."

"Oh oh..."

Kang Zhier let go of the thermos in a daze, supported the ground with his hands, and then turned his body to Elvis.

Elvis pulled him back and let go.

"I brought you something."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of mosquito repellent from his trouser pocket.

After Kang Zhier saw the mosquito repellent water, he sat down in front of him and stretched out his arms and legs very sensiblely.

He watched Elvis take off the cover of the mosquito repellant, the target was supposed to be running towards his arms and legs, but Elvis suddenly raised his hand and pointed the nozzle of the mosquito repellent at him face, said solemnly: "Come on, spray here first."

Kang Zhier let out a small scream from his throat, and quickly grabbed Elvis' sinful hands and shouted: "The face is not good."

Seeing this, Elvis couldn't help laughing out loud.

Kang Zhier came back to his senses and accused him with his eyes.

Elvis smiled gently, and touched his face with his hand.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

After speaking, he lowered his head and began to spray mosquito repellant on Kang Zhier's arms.

After spraying both arms, Elvis lifted his calf.

"leg."

Kang Zhier immediately withdrew his arm.

When he exposed his calf, he realized that he had already been bitten several times by mosquitoes.

"Little blood station," Elvis said to himself while spraying mosquito repellant on his legs intently, "it's all bags."

Kang Zhier watched his movements quietly, and when Elvis finished putting away the mosquito repellent water, he leaned forward, hugged Elvis, raised his face and kissed Elvis' chin.

Elvis obviously didn't know about his kiss, and looked down at him quietly.It took about a moment before he put his arm on Kang Zhier's back, wrapped his arms around his waist, and asked him with a low smile, "Do you treat me so well?"

Kang Zhier put his knees on the ground, changed a comfortable sitting position in his arms, leaned his face against his shoulder, hugged him and promised childishly: "It will be better for you if you don't play tricks on me."

Elvis laughed when he heard this, and Kang Zhier knew that he was very happy now.Even if he didn't see Elvis' smile, he could really feel the happiness flowing in Elvis' body at the moment when he hugged Elvis.

Elvis hugged him for a moment, slipping his free hand into his pants pocket.Then, he took his hand out of his pocket, clenched it into a fist, and stretched it out in front of Kang Zhier.

"Xiaozhi, I brought you something on the way back." He motioned Kang Zhier to open his hand.

Kang Zhier spread out his palms, and as soon as Elvis approached, he hastily withdrew his hands and looked at Elvis cautiously.

"You picked a bug to scare me, didn't you?" he asked Elvis.

"No." Elvis shook his head, his eyes looked honest and reliable.

"Tell you Elvis," Kang Zhier pointed his index finger at him, and reminded him softly, "you are still playing tricks on me, and I really want you to walk home tonight."

"No." Elvis smiled at him gently.

Kang Zhier was thinking, and spread out his palms again, Elvis moved his fist and put something into his palms.

Kang Zhier felt that it was something soft and small.

When Elvis moved his hand away, he took a closer look and found a few tender green leaves lying in the palm of his hand.

"When I came back, these leaves fell on my shoulders." Elvis told him in a warm voice.

"I'll bring them back to you."

Kang Zhier stared at the new green leaves in his palm, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.He didn't expect Elvis to have such a poetic side.

He took back the hands that were placed on Elvis, held the young leaves in both hands, bent his face, and smelled the bitter plant smell in his palms.

When he looked up, Elvis was watching him and asked him, "Does it smell good?"

Kang Zhier raised his hands a little higher and suggested to him, "Smell and see."

Elvis was very obedient, nodded quietly, and then buried his whole face deeply into Kang Zhier's palm, as if exhausting all his strength to smell the smell of leaves in Kang Zhier's palm.

Kang Zhier instantly changed from holding leaves to holding his face.

"Giggle..."

Kang Zhier was so amused by him that he kept holding back his smile, but finally he couldn't do it anymore, and his shoulders trembled with laughter.

"Elvis, the leaves are going to be sucked dry by you!"

Afterwards, Kang Zhier carefully packed the gift that Elvis brought him.

Elvis poured out the oolong tea beside him, and put ice cubes into the teacups one by one.

After putting away the presents, Kang Zhier picked up his mobile phone and began to take pictures of the food he carefully arranged.

Elvis sat quietly on the side, not understanding how he twisted his body into various angles just to take pictures of the food.

"Xiaozhi, what are you doing?"

"Record." Kang Zhier still had a Polaroid on his chest, and immediately switched to the Polaroid camera after taking pictures of eating with his mobile phone.

Elvis had the impression that Kang Zhier would not spend time on these things, but he still didn't understand, so he asked him, "Record what?"

"Record our date today."

Elvis stopped talking immediately after listening, and patiently waited for Kang Zhier to take his ideal photo.

After taking pictures of the scenery and food, Kang Zhier silently held up the camera and went back to Elvis with hands and feet.

He leaned into Elvis' arms, leaned against his body, and said to Elvis in a soft tone: "Elvis, let's take pictures too."

As he spoke, he raised his phone and added to Elvis with a smile on his lips: "Take couple photos."

Elvis took his mobile phone over, and Kang Zhier pressed his hands up against his chest shyly, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Elvis held his phone up high, looking calm and confident.However, what Kang Zhier never imagined was that Elvis, who was talented and outstanding since childhood, is the future heir of the Lake family-he is a rookie in photography.

Kang Zhier looked at the camera moving back and forth in front of him in a daze, and Elvis clicked randomly, but he was a little discouraged when he still didn't get a good picture.

Finally, he put his hand on the back of Elvis's hand and turned it to the angle with the best light, thinking that it should be all right now.

At this time, Elvis suddenly lowered his head slightly, and asked him seriously: "Xiaozhi, how do lovers take pictures?"

After Kang Zhier heard this, he immediately knew that he could not count on Elvis.

He pursed his lips, gave Elvis a slightly resentful look, and then put his finger on the shutter.

"Stupid, you want to shoot like this."

After speaking, he closed his eyes, raised his face and kissed Elvis' lips.

They spent an afternoon in the forest.It wasn't until the sun went down that the two of them put away their things and started to go home.

Kang Zhier moved one step faster, and when Elvis put away the last thing, he turned around and prepared to go back.

Elvis came up from behind a few steps and reached out to hold him.

"Let's go together." He told Kang Zhier.

Hearing this, the corners of Kang Zhier's lips rose silently.

"Now it's time to hold my hand," he raised his chin slightly, and settled the old score with Elvis, "I was always chasing you to hold hands when I was young."

Elvis lowered his face and whispered in his ear, "You can also chase me and hold hands now."

"Hmph," Kang Zhier smiled and turned his face away, rejecting Elvis, "I don't want to run after you."

When he was done, Elvis lifted their holding hands and kissed the back of his hand.

"It's okay, I'll run after you in the future."

Under the huge, rosy sunset, the Italian umbrella pine stands tall.They walked through the long twilight, passed the late-blooming wild roses, and set foot on the way home freely and happily.