Gao Leng's opponent is actually my clay plastic powder

The three places where the location was shot were also decided by lottery, namely amusement parks, hot springs and temples.

Meng Shuyao looked at the white steaming pool in the picture, and was a little greedy.

He knew that he was not a chieftain, and he would definitely not be able to smoke whatever he wanted, so he pushed Song Yuzhou beside him and said to him, "Go and smoke."

Song Yuzhou said hello.

The final result of fan voting is that Xia Ran and Wei Hong are in the same group, and Yuan Xi is in the same group as Sun Mengxuan.

The order of the lottery is also based on the ranking of the votes, and Song Yuzhou is the first to draw.When he stretched out his hand to the task card, he clearly felt the longing eyes from his partner.

He drew one of the cards.

Meng Shuyao couldn't wait to ask: "What did you win?"

Song Yuzhou didn't look at the task card and handed it to him directly.

Meng Shuyao opened it nervously, then froze.

Song Yuzhou didn't know why, so he leaned over to see what he had won.The simple and unsophisticated temples greet the eyes, the surrounding greenery is very good, and it looks like a beautiful scenery.

It's a pity that a few minutes ago, this person kept his head down and muttered something like "Don't win the temple".

The disappointment in Meng Shuyao's body was about to overflow, and he said worriedly: "It's not because I kept talking about it that you won this one!" He hammered his palm angrily, "Sure enough, I don't want to be a non-chief. Talk nonsense at a time like this."

"The temple is also very good," Song Yuzhou didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only say dryly, "You can burn incense and make wishes."

The one-day hot spring tour was finally drawn by Yuan Xi, but his expression didn't look too excited, he seemed a little unhappy.

Meng Shuyao looked at the task card in his hand eagerly, thinking in his heart that human beings' sorrows and joys are not connected.

The van carried three groups of guests to today's shooting location. Meng Shuyao was very good at adjusting his mentality. Before the car left the resort, his mood improved visibly. He excitedly pulled Song Yuzhou to talk about the information he had collected. : "I heard that wishing in this temple is very spiritual. I secretly asked a local staff member, and he said that local people often go there."

Song Yuzhou's heart moved when he saw his high spirits.

How sweet, he thought.

The temples and resorts are far away, and it was almost noon when the van drove them to the foot of the mountain.

Because Meng Shuyao exhausted all his excitement in the car, he was listless in the second half and fell asleep, so that when he got off the car, he was still drowsy and looked not very energetic.

The staff who followed the filming kept a certain distance from them, just to make them feel more comfortable.

Meng Shuyao felt that it might not be suitable for him to go out today. He accidentally stepped on a stone and almost fell when he stepped on the steps. It was Song Yuzhou who had quick eyesight and grabbed him quickly so that he didn't fall directly on the stone steps.

He patted his chest in fear to comfort himself, the only good thing was that he was sober from being frightened.

There are two roads up the mountain, one is spacious and flat, with specially built steps, for the convenience of tourists, there are more corresponding people.The other is the path that the locals walked out before the concrete steps were built. It is more bumpy, but it is better because there are fewer people.

Song Yuzhou asked, "Which one do you want to take?"

"Let's take the path." Meng Shuyao said without thinking.

"Okay." Song Yuzhou led him to the path.

The scenery on the small road is very good, there are not many people, the cool breeze blows, it looks quiet and peaceful.Meng Shuyao took a deep breath of the mountain air, and couldn't help saying, "The air here smells different from the city."

He said that he wanted to reach out to touch the lush trees on both sides of the path, but Meng Shuyao was taken aback by the inescapable pulling feeling transmitted from his fingertips to his brain.

The temperature on the back of his hand was just right, and his hand was completely wrapped into the palm of his hand. The people around him followed his gaze to look at the tree, as if they didn't notice it.

With his hands folded together, Meng Shuyao curled his fingers.

His movements were very subtle, and when he touched the edge of Song Yuzhou's palm, the movement that was swaying slightly with his steps suddenly stopped.

Meng Shuyao panicked for some reason: "I..."

He was full of thoughts about how to get over this situation without a trace, and he didn't pay attention to his feet. This time Song Yuzhou was listening to him with slightly lowered eyes, but he didn't pay attention. Then there was a sharp pain in the ankle, and the wrist tightened again.

He threw himself into Song Yuzhou's arms.

The pleasant light fragrance came to the nostrils, and Meng Shuyao was very familiar with the smell, and even felt a little relieved.

The warm touch fell on his ankle, and Meng Shuyao couldn't help shrinking back.

"Don't move." Song Yuzhou pressed his wobbly legs, squatted down//body, frowned to check his condition carefully.

Meng Shuyao's skin was very fair, and a trace of it was very obvious. The sprain immediately turned red, a large area, and looked very serious.

Song Yuzhou frowned even tighter.

Meng Shuyao moved slightly, took a breath, and took a moment to pull Song Yuzhou's arm to lift him up from the ground: "I'm fine, but I didn't step on it firmly. It hurts now, and it will be fine in a while." alright."

He always felt uncomfortable in such a posture, wishing Song Yuzhou could stand up immediately instead of staring at his feet.

The soft fingertips touched the skin with thin calluses, Meng Shuyao's ears turned red immediately, and a strange tingling sensation ran up the tailbone, and he couldn't speak steadily: "You, don't touch it, this way it's wired!"

Song Yuzhou paused and stood up stiffly.

Meng Shuyao looked at him for two seconds, and belatedly realized that these words made the originally normal thing even more strange.His face was burning red, and he stammered: "I didn't mean that, it was, it was..."

He "yes" for a long time without coming out, so he shut up resentfully.

"I'll carry you." Song Yuzhou looked down at his injured place.

"Ah?" Meng Shuyao was stunned, unable to realize why it suddenly developed like this.

Song Yuzhou repeated again: "I'll carry you on my back."

"No, no need..." The heat on Meng Shuyao's face has not subsided, trying to dispel his idea.

Seeing his refusal, Song Yuzhou said, "Then can you go?" He added, "This is still the beginning of climbing."

Meng Shuyao got stuck: "..."

After a while, he compromised: "Okay."

Meng Shuyao carefully climbed onto Song Yuzhou's back, supported his shoulders with both hands, and felt his field of vision gradually increase.

Song Yuzhou looked thin, but he felt quite safe on his back.

He muttered a few words in his heart, then leaned into Song Yuzhou's ear and said, "You won't throw me down, will you?"

Meng Shuyao wasn't really worried, he just teased Song Yuzhou on purpose, after all, the hands holding his legs were steady, and it didn't look like they were going to fall him.

I thought that according to Song Yuzhou's personality, he would reply with comforting words such as "no" or "don't worry", but unexpectedly Song Yuzhou laughed, controlled his movements and shook Meng Shuyao on his back, saying : "Then you hurry up."

Meng Shuyao was taken aback by his shock. Although he knew intellectually that Song Yuzhou couldn't let him fall, he couldn't hold back emotionally. He changed the hand holding Song Yuzhou's shoulder to hug him neck.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed.

The mountain is not high, and Song Yuzhou carried Meng Shuyao on his back, so the steps of climbing the mountain were not affected, and he was still not in a hurry, without any effort.

Half an hour later, the two successfully reached the top of the mountain.

Today was a working day, so not many people came to worship Buddha in the temple. Meng Shuyao asked Song Yuzhou to find a place to put him down first, see if he could walk, and then decide whether to go in.

If it really doesn't work, then he can wait outside for Song Yuzhou.

Otherwise, if you enter the temple with your back on your back, you don't know how conspicuous it is.

According to Meng Shuyao's request, Song Yuzhou found a stone bench and put him down. He watched Meng Shuyao stand up slowly and walked uncomfortably, and said, "If it hurts, I won't go in."

Meng Shuyao hummed, tried to walk two steps, and found that the pain in her ankle had eased a lot.He didn't fall badly, but the pain was unbearable at the beginning. Now that he has slowed down for a while, it's much better. At least it's okay to take a walk slowly.

So he said: "I can walk a bit slower, it's already here, let's go in and have a look."

Song Yuzhou wanted to say something else, but Meng Shuyao insisted, so he could only agree to go inside and have a look.

The two wore masks, simply covering the lower half of their faces, and entered the temple through the back door.

After walking for a long time, according to the instructions given by the staff, I saw a century-old tree towering into the sky.It is covered with red strings for making wishes, and a wooden sign is hung below it, which is full of words.

Meng Shuyao came here to find this wishing tree, and immediately pulled Song Yuzhou, and said happily: "I found it, this is it! They said that this place is very spiritual, let's hurry up and buy two wishing cards."

Song Yuzhou bought two wishing cards as promised, and also thoughtfully brought a fountain pen.

Meng Shuyao took the wishing card, immediately found a place far away from Song Yuzhou, and secretly wrote wishes on his wooden card.

Song Yuzhou was much faster than him. After Meng Shuyao finished writing, he walked under the wishing tree and saw Song Yuzhou standing there a long time ago.

"What did you write?" Meng Shuyao was really curious about what Song Yuzhou would write. After all, he seemed to have no desires and desires, and he didn't want anything.

Song Yuzhou didn't answer, but instead asked him, "What about you?"

Meng Shuyao quickly put his hands behind his back, and the old god said, "Why do you ask like this? It won't work when you say your wish!" Regardless of the fact that he asked first, he still wanted to beat him up and condemn him, "You don't even know what to do." Don't know the rules."

He heard Song Yuzhou laugh very lowly, and then said: "It's my fault." After a pause, he answered irrelevantly, "But there are so many wishes here, the gods must be very busy."

The latter sentence is put lightly, "Maybe some wishes can be realized faster by speaking out."

After a while, Song Yuzhou heard Meng Shuyao say: "Is that so?" The voice was very light, and he didn't know what was going on in his head, as if he had a whim, "Oh, then I can just want a cloud ?"

The breeze blew through the leaves, making a rustling sound, the sun was so strong that it dazzled people's eyes, and a few floating white clouds slid across the clear blue sky like silk.

Meng Shuyao just stood under the wishing tree covered with red strings, his bright eyes seemed to be able to speak, and his broken hair fell on the side of his cheeks, looking very soft, unreal like in a dream.

Song Yuzhou seemed to be brought into a dream by such a beautiful and soft Meng Shuyao, and he suddenly learned how to coax others without a teacher. He said, "Then I will try hard."

Meng Shuyao burst out laughing, and said to Song Yuzhou "where did I learn it" and "sounds a little silly".

Song Yuzhou couldn't say a word from his laughter, so he could only stand there and watch Meng Shuyao smile.

He laughed enough, looked at Song Yuzhou again, and said softly, "But I like it very much."

Song Yuzhou's heart beat heavily.

"—Yaoyao?" An uncertain female voice suddenly broke in, seeing Meng Shuyao turn around following her voice, and the moment she saw her face clearly, she exclaimed in surprise, "It's really you!!"

Meng Shuyao quickly gave her a silent gesture, then took off the mask, and winked at her: "Well, but today has a schedule, so it's better not to let too many people know."

The fan immediately crossed his fingers and placed his mouth, indicating that he would not say anything. Turning his eyes, he saw Song Yuzhou next to him, and his eyes became brighter: "Is it Song Yuzhou?"

Song Yuzhou didn't take off his mask, but he nodded.

The girl became more and more excited, and couldn't stop being excited. After asking for autographs and group photos, she reluctantly bid farewell because of the need to take pictures, and promised that she would not talk about it everywhere.

Meng Shuyao smiled and said goodbye to her.

When the fans left, Meng Shuyao still felt uneasy, so he said: "Why don't we leave first, or we won't be able to leave when there are too many people."

Song Yuzhou never refuted him, so he responded, and the two walked out of the temple.

However, the sky didn't follow people's wishes, and Meng Shuyao heard someone calling their names loudly before they reached the door.

Although there are not many people in the temple, their popularity is too high, almost instantly, countless eyes fell behind.

Meng Shuyao's scalp was numb, and before he could react, he subconsciously grabbed Song Yuzhou's hand and ran out quickly.

Song Yuzhou was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed Meng Shuyao's footsteps, asking him in between, "Are your feet okay?"

"It's okay!" Meng Shuyao was out of breath as he ran, and glanced at the crowd chasing after him, "It's all right, it's okay at first!"

He laughed again as he ran, lost all his strength in the laugh, and said out of breath, "No, no, I really can't run anymore."

Song Yuzhou didn't speak, looked around, and decisively found a hidden corner to bring Meng Shuyao in together.

"Hide here for a while," he said.

There are a lot of things placed in this corner, and it is too narrow to stand alone, so two people have to stick tightly together.Panting, Meng Shuyao leaned against Song Yuzhou, her vision was limited and she couldn't see outside.

The noise was getting closer and closer, and Meng Shuyao couldn't help being nervous, and the cloth tightly clenched in his hands was crumpled into a ball.

Song Yuzhou tightened his arms around him, and pressed Meng Shuyao deeper into his arms.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Shuyao's legs were stiff, but he was buried in Song Yuzhou's arms and couldn't see anything, so he could only poke Song Yuzhou and asked him in a low voice: "Are they gone?" ?”

This question seems a bit difficult to answer, Song Yuzhou paused for a moment, and then said: "Not yet."

"Oh..." Meng Shuyao had no choice but to stay in Song Yuzhou's arms to avoid being discovered.

The uproarious voices seemed to gradually recede. Meng Shuyao waited and waited, feeling that it had been a long time, and he couldn't stand anymore, so he couldn't help struggling.

Song Yuzhou's voice came from above his head: "What's wrong?"

"I'm just..." He wanted to tiptoe across Song Yuzhou to see what was going on.

He hit the other guy straight up with too much force.

The familiar touch on the lips came, warm and soft.

Meng Shuyao's eyes widened suddenly.

The author has something to say:

Not bad, and sweet talk to make my wife happy, Xiao Song has made great progress in this chapter, it is worthy of praise!

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Xiao Song (Cheated to hug for a long time and still get a kiss version for nothing): Soft, sweet, hehe... Wife hehe... My wife...

Yaoyao (horrified): What happened? !