Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Chang Qing reached out and patted Qing Xuehan on the shoulder: "Eat something quickly, we have to travel soon, find a suitable place to set up the tent, so that you don't have to sleep on rocks at night."

Qing Xuehan said "oh", then obediently stepped out of Chang Qing's arms, took out the bread from her bag, tore it open according to the taste, and handed it to Chang Qing.

"The flavor you love."

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you know?"

Speaking of this, Qing Xuehan was very proud: "Last time there was a bag of bread on the table, you took a look at it and took this flavor. I also know that you like grapefruit-flavored soda."

Her eyes sparkled: "Lubao, am I awesome?"

"I'm very happy that you remember my taste, and I'm also a little surprised." Chang Qing said with a smile, and reached out to take a piece of bread and handed it to her. It was Qing Xuehan's favorite flavor.

"Why are you suddenly calling me Lubao instead of Shengbao? I'm tired of you."

Qing Xuehan snorted twice: "I don't want to. Ever since I called you Shengbao, the people in the live broadcast room have been calling you Shengbao. We mainly play the game of surprise attack, just like the doctor asked to take medicine after meals, we take medicine before meals, and suddenly attack and catch the enemy off guard."

Chang Qing first gathered the hair beside his ears, and after a long silence, he chuckled and said, "This is a very good idea, which most people can't think of."

After the three of them finished eating the bread, they sat together and chatted for a while. Of course, most of the time, it was Qing Xuehan and Si Chunyang who talked, and Chang Qing rarely said a few words.

It's neither too lively nor too dull.

"It's almost time to rest, let's go."

Si Chunyang walked in the front, enduring some funny props prepared by the program team. Even though his clothes were a little wrinkled, he did not look embarrassed, but had a kind of unrestrained and romantic charm.

I keenly noticed a small red flag in a bird's nest on a tree and pointed it out: "It's on the tree. The production team is quite good at putting it there."

If his eyesight had not been good enough, and the leaves had not been blown away by the wind, revealing that hint of red, he would have missed it.

Qing Xuehan raised his head and took one look, then started to complain about the program crew.

"It's so high, did the production crew fly? The locations they chose are really weird."

Chang Qing paused for a moment and asked, "Can you climb trees?"

Seeing the two of them shaking their heads, Chang Qing put his bag down, rolled up his sleeves, and before he took two steps, he was pulled by someone.

Chang Qing did not speak, but looked at Si Chunyang with a puzzled look, silently asking: What's wrong? Is there something wrong?

"It's too dangerous. The tree trunk is very smooth and there are no extra footholds. Let's give up this treasure."

"Yes, Lu Bao, this is really too dangerous. I feel scared just watching it." Qing Xuehan also said soon after.

Chang Qing smiled at the two of them reassuringly: "It's okay, I grew up in the countryside when I was a kid, and I often climbed trees. I used to climb up to pick walnuts at home, and prune the trees in the fields. Don't worry, I'm very good at climbing trees."

Si Chunyang didn't buy her trick and said directly: "You said it was when we were kids."

“I’m pretty good now too.”

Chang Qing took off her shoes, her fair feet formed a sharp contrast with the dark grey tree trunk, and she quickly climbed up the tree. Her eyes and eyebrows were cold, with only a slight curve at the corners of her lips.

[Lu Sheng is so powerful. Before I could even react, she climbed up in no time.]

[Lu Sheng’s skills are already very impressive. She usually performs all the fighting scenes by herself and never uses a body double. In order to film that martial arts drama, she even studied martial arts for three months.]

Chang Qing took a small box from the bird's nest, threw it to the person below, and climbed down nimbly.

The three continued on their journey and found two more treasures.

At that time, the sun was setting in the west, and the rouge-colored sunlight was softened a little by the floating clouds, and the green leaves on the island became even darker.

They had a clear division of labor and quickly set up two tents. Then they gathered around a fire and watched from a high place the crashing waves against the shore, which seemed to be rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

At this time, a man in casual clothes and glasses came over, set up a tent not far from them, and then took the initiative to come over and greet them.

"Hello, my name is Wu Jingan."

Then, his eyes fell on Chang Qing.

There was a gentle smile on his lips: "Lu Sheng, I am your fan. It's our first meeting. I am glad to meet you."

Chang Qing silently raised his head and looked at Wu Jingan quietly. Even if he hid well, Chang Qing still felt the danger.

This is a very dangerous person. The danger he poses is so frightening that it is even more terrifying than death.

Looking at his face, Chang Qing felt a sudden sense of disgust, a physiological reaction of extreme aversion.

"It's too early for you to be happy."

When the girl's voice fell, she turned her head away and looked at the setting sun. The dim and mixed light of the sunset could not reach her silent eyes.

Wu Jing'an's eyes were dark, as if there was a fire glowing in them, and his glasses reflected a white light. He said lazily, "It doesn't matter. I will always be happy. After all, I am looking forward to the days ahead."

The two of them were chatting as usual, and their tone was extremely normal.

[Is this person a mysterious guest? ]

[I always feel that the name Wu Jingan sounds familiar, but I just can't remember it]

[There’s something wrong with Lu Sheng’s attitude. People say she’s her fan, but she’s still acting like that. I don’t know what she’s being so proud of.]

[That was obviously just a joke, why are you barking like a dog? ]

At night, Chang Qing sat outside to enjoy the breeze. The hazy moonlight hung high in the sky, reflecting on her face as if through a layer of frost and snow. Amid the hustle and bustle of the world, she was alone and silent, as if out of reach.

She stretched out her hand, as if grasping the silver light flowing throughout the day and the earth, and then suddenly let it fly.

With a child's innocence and playfulness.

The person in front of me clearly has a touch of gentleness in the night, but looking at him makes people feel a sense of desolation from the bottom of their hearts.

Wu Jing'an stood in front of his tent, looking at Chang Qing's back, his right thumb casually stroking the second joint of his index finger.

He is really looking forward to it more and more.

Qing Xuehan walked over and sat down without saying a word, watching the stars in the dark sky, the ever-bright moon, and listening to the sound of waves coming from not far away with her.

"Lu Bao, who do you think will be the mysterious guest?"

"I don't know." Chang Qing's tone was cold, as if it had melted into the night.

However, the comer is not good.