The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

There are camping bases in the ancient town.

On both sides of the stream at the foot of the mountain, the choice of mountains and flowers depends on personal preference.

It's not like there are no one who chooses the mountainside or the top of the mountain like Ningzhi.

But now is the cold spring season, who wants to suffer this crime?

Zhuang Yijun is reluctant to let his lover suffer this.

He has good physical fitness, and he can go camping overnight without any hindrance. He is so thin, so his physical fitness must not keep up. If he is not careful, he will catch a cold.

but--

He was stupid, stupid, eager to move about what his lover said.

After thinking for a long time, he asked his lover to go back to the temple and wait for a while, while he went down the mountain to buy equipment, find someone to camp, and try to do a good job of keeping warm.

Ning Zhi refused the offer to go to the temple and so on.

He said that it is not far from the temple, and there are traces of tourist activities, so there is no danger.

Zhuang Yijun wanted to say something else, but Ningzhi blocked his mouth directly, and made the person dizzy from the kiss, losing all reason, and then coaxed him away.

After Zhuang Yijun left, Ning Zhi took off the drawing board, looked around, chose a place with a wide view, set up the tools, sat down, carefully observed the lush bamboo forest, and was about to write, when a voice came from the front ——

"Jin...Xiao Jin?"

A suspicious voice came into Ning Zhi's ears along with the sound of footsteps.

He followed the prestige, and saw a man wearing a tracksuit and a peaked cap with a suitcase on his back, frowning, walking over with his coat in his hands.Beside the man was a handsome and elegant young man, also carrying a bag, holding a drawing board under his arm, and holding a blue baby's breath, his temperament was somewhat similar to Mu Qing's.

He was a little surprised. Since Zhuang Feizhou went back last time, he had never seen him again, and he didn't expect to meet him here.Thinking of this, he stood up with a smile, walked forward, and said, "Uncle, are you going out to sketch with your friends?"

Zhuang Feizhou nodded slightly, took off his hat, looked around, and said hesitantly, "Are you alone?"

"No, I came with Yijun." As he said that, he glanced at the flowers in the young man's hand, then at the big backpack behind Zhuang Feizhou, and he understood clearly, "When did uncle come?"

"It's been a few days."

Seeing his natural expression, Zhuang Feizhou was relieved.

Wen Jin was the younger generation he grew up with, and he regarded Wen Jin as his younger brother in his heart, and felt a little embarrassed when his younger brother saw his hobbies.If Wen Jin came alone, since he saw it, he would definitely not worry about leaving him here. Now that his nephew is also here, he can rest assured.

Zhuang Feizhou took the initiative to introduce the two of them, and Ning Zhi noticed that when Zhuang Feizhou looked at the young man, his eyes were so soft that water could overflow.

"A Chun, this is my niece Wen Jin, Xiao Jin, this is my boyfriend, Fang Chun."

Ning Zhi smiled and greeted the other party.

The young man was a little shy. After greeting him, he took Zhuang Feizhou's backpack, nodded to Ning Zhi, and went to find a place to rest.

Ning Zhi looked at the young man's back, said nothing, and started talking with Zhuang Feizhou.

From the conversation with Zhuang Feizhou, I learned that the other party has been here for a few days, but the timing is not coincidental, it has been raining for the past few days, and it only started to clear up yesterday.

After the two communicated, Zhuang Feizhou fetched the drawing board and tools, put them next to Ning Zhi, and said with a smile, "It's been a while since I checked your homework. Later, my uncle will see if your drawing skills have improved."

Ning Zhi smiled indifferently: "I'm afraid I will disappoint my uncle."

Zhuang Feizhou habitually wanted to comfort him, but when he got to his mouth, he suddenly remembered the punch and warning his nephew gave him last time.

I was angry before, but after calming down, I felt that what my nephew said made sense.Since you have no intention of Wen Jin, don't give Wen Jin hope.

After he figured it out, he suppressed his smile and said seriously, "Don't underestimate yourself. Although your painting skills are not brilliant, they are very aura. You are still young, and your painting skills can be honed slowly, but aura is rare. .”

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Wen Jin learned to paint because of Zhuang Feizhou. He learned to paint just to find something to do when he was bored, and to tease Zhuang Yijun by the way.Speaking of Zhuang Yijun, he asked Zhuang Feizhou, "Uncle, didn't you see Yijun when you came here just now?"

"Yijun is also on the mountain?"

Ning Zhi looked at the bamboo forest, sketched the embryonic form of the bamboo, and said without raising his head: "He went down the mountain to prepare a tent for camping."

"Are you going to camp on the mountain?" Zhuang Feizhou looked a little weird, he looked up at his boyfriend who was choosing a painting location, "It's just too nonsense."

"I see that you also brought camping equipment." Ning Zhi had two things in mind, "Uncle, you only allow the state officials to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps."

Zhuang Feizhou was speechless.

He wanted to intervene in Wen Jin's affairs, but he was afraid that Wen Jin would think too much, and if he didn't intervene, he was also worried about what would happen to these two inexperienced midnights.

I had no choice but to put down my pen and walk to Fang Chun, and said a few words to Fang Chun.

Fang Chun nodded, put down the drawing board, found a place with a leeward wind and near a water source, unpacked his backpack, and started camping.

Zhuang Feizhou often goes out to collect wind, and has a lot of camping experience.

The two of them pitched up the tent in less than a while.

Ning Zhi glanced at it, but didn't pay attention.

Whether Zhuang Feizhou stays or leaves doesn't matter to him, he devotes himself wholeheartedly to this painting of a gentleman.

As the sun sets in the west, the clouds and the bamboo forest reflect each other at dusk.

Zhuang Yijun rushed over with seven or eight people in the afterglow of the setting sun.

A group of people were carrying the things they needed for camping, while Zhuang Yijun was wearing a coat on his arm and carrying an insulated bucket. Seeing that there was an additional easel beside Ning Zhi, he didn't realize it was Zhuang Feizhou at first, but thought he was also here to sketch Yes, let them help choose a camping location first, and then walked over.

When he walked in, he realized that the person behind the easel was his uncle.

He was a little unhappy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, he just greeted his lover gently, "Jin'er, I brought you something to eat, let's rest for a while."

Zhuang Feizhou was immersed in the painting and didn't notice it.

Ning Zhi's gentleman bamboo was almost finished, he put down his pen, met Zhuang Yijun's eyes, touched his stomach, and said, "Okay."

Zhuang Yijun stepped forward and shook Ning Zhi's hand, it was cold.

He put the coat he brought over Ning Zhi's body, asked someone to set up a folded table and chair, led Ning Zhi to the table and chair, opened the thermos bucket, and the hot air mixed with the smell of the vegetables rushed towards his face. The food was placed on the table, and he took out the chopsticks and handed it to Ning Zhi, and said softly: "The food at the bottom of the mountain is not as good as your aunt's, so you can eat it first."

Ning Zhi turned his head to look at the people who were laying piles and camping, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Are you camping or are you here to enjoy yourself?"

"Camping doesn't prevent me from making you live more comfortably." Zhuang Yijun poured out the soup in the thermos, and continued: "We have this condition, so there is no need to suffer so much."

Ning Zhi withdrew his gaze, took a sip of the hot soup, and the hot soup slid down his throat into his stomach, dispelling the cold in his body.

He sighed comfortably, and said, "It's still your thoughtfulness."

Zhuang Yijun raised his hand, wiped the soup from his lover's lips with his thumb, and then put it in his own mouth to suck without changing his face. After taking two sips, he said dotingly: "Tell me where you want to go in the future, and I will arrange it. "

Ning Zhi glanced at him and continued to drink the soup.

Ning Zhi's stomach is not big, but it is only one third, and he is full.

Zhuang Yijun took the rest of his food, picked it up, and said, "I'm a little hungry too."

"..." Ning Zhi's brows twitched, he raised his hand and rubbed his head, messing his carefully groomed hair, and then said: "I suddenly found that you are much cuter than before."

Zhuang Yijun froze for a moment, and said calmly: "Then do you like me like this?"

"Hmm..." Ning Zhi tapped on the table with his fingers, showing a thoughtful look, his eyes locked on the other party's ears, his eyes flashed, he moved the chair and sat down, leaned closer to the other party's ear, and whispered something .

Zhuang Yijun looked calm, but his Adam's apple rolled several times.

As the voice came to the ears, a handsome face was like the sunset glow in the sky, bright red.

He unconsciously poked the rice grains in the bowl, his eyes flickered, the wind was blowing, and the green bamboos all over the mountains were swaying in the wind, making rhythmic sounds, and his almost inaudible soft "um" sound Blow in the air.

As the sky darkened, Zhuang Feizhou withdrew his thoughts from his immersion.

He put down his pen, and Fang Chun's clear voice came from his ear, "Ah Zhou, dinner is ready."

Zhuang Feizhou raised his head, and stared at the young man in front of him with eyes full of affection. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a large tent standing in the light, and asked in surprise, "That's it?"

Fang Chun knew Zhuang Feizhou well, and knew that once he was immersed in the world in the painting, he would turn his ears to nothing outside the window, so he even explained: "A man came an hour ago, and he led people to set up this camp."

Fang Chun briefly explained the matter.

Zhuang Feizhou thought to himself that this man should be his nephew.

He put away the drawing board, took Fang Chun to the outside of the tent, took a look, and secretly sighed that his nephew really knew how to enjoy it, and even bought this kind of military tent.

Seeing that Zhuang Feizhou wanted to lift the curtain, Fang Chun said, "They went for a walk in the bamboo forest."

"Walking?" Zhuang Feizhou put the drawing board into the small tent next door, and said, "I was supposed to take you to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise, but now it's delayed, so I'll go for a walk in the bamboo forest with you, okay?"

Fang Chun nodded, and holding Zhuang Feizhou's wrist, the two walked into the bamboo forest while talking.

The breeze gently blew the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves trembled, making a beautiful sound, just like a natural bamboo Xiao music.As the two of them deepened, an untimely sound suddenly came from the natural movement.

Zhuang Feizhou paused, Fang Chun blushed, stood there awkwardly, and said, "Ah Zhou, I, let's go back to eat."

Zhuang Feizhou was in a delicate mood. He followed the sound with a strange expression, and vaguely saw two blurred figures in front of him. He turned around and left the bamboo forest with Fang Chun.

After the two of them went back, just after they finished their simple dinner, Zhuang Feizhou saw his nephew walking over with his niece and daughter-in-law on his arm.As the two of them walked in, they noticed that their clothes were a bit disheveled by the dim light, especially their nephew's red lips.

Zhuang Yijun glanced at his uncle, and the strength of hugging Ningzhi increased a bit, and he said lightly, "Uncle."

"Yeah." Zhuang Feizhou nodded, "It's cold in the mountains at night, you guys should go to bed earlier." Then, he took Fang Chun into the tent.

Zhuang Yijun nervously watched his lover's expression.

His lover's cheeks were slightly red, his eyes were half-closed, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly. His heart tightened, and he said as if unintentionally: "Jin'er, do you think my brother-in-law's boyfriend looks familiar?"

Ning Zhi opened his eyelids and gave him a sideways glance, "What do you want to say?"

"I just think it's a bit ridiculous." Zhuang Yijun sneered: "My uncle claims to be devoted to every appointment, but this boyfriend is obviously just a stand-in."

"Not necessarily." Ning Zhi shook his head, Zhuang Feizhou's eyes on Fang Chun today are not fake, "Uncle and Mu Qing haven't known each other for a long time, I must like it if I like it, but it doesn't matter how much I love it, at most it's a little reconciled , as for the current boyfriend, he should be the one who likes this one recently."

"You know uncle so well?" Zhuang Yijun said sourly.

"I can't say I know much..." Ning Zhi paused, turned his head to look at the ugly Zhuang Yijun, chuckled suddenly, and said in a low voice: "I know you better, didn't I just understand you thoroughly from the inside to the outside? Some? However, I think you don’t seem to know me very well, and I’m a little unhappy, so I’m going to let you get to know me better.”

Zhuang Yijun's heart trembled slightly, his cheeks were hot, but his voice was unexpectedly calm, "Who taught you to say these words?"

"What a serious person!" Ning Zhi pulled his tie, dragged him into the tent, and said, "Everyone is a man, don't think I don't know what's going on in your heart."

Zhuang Yijun: "...Then you can only say these words to me in the future."