Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

Pretend can't deceive his ulterior motives, not to mention he couldn't hide them in the first place.

Song Zhi's eagerly released hand was held by Yan Huai again, and the tension spread to the blood vessels, desperately flowing back to the atrium.

Yan Huai took the dumplings from his palm, and handed him the potato chips on the table, "Go and rest."

Song Zhi felt embarrassed to stay here any longer, so she took the potato chips and obediently returned to the hood, eating potatoes while looking at the scenery.

"Husband wants him to rest."

"Sure, Bao has been in pain for a long time."

"Emmnn, although I don't understand what is so distressing about making more than a dozen dumplings."

"Just spoil it to death."

The tent was set up by the program team in advance. The field of view here is wide, and there is a vast grassland in front of it. Song Zhi looked up at the sky. It is a clear and sunny day. I don’t know if I can see the stars at night.

In my impression, brother Yan Huai likes watching the stars very much.

On the other side, several people chatted happily, Ding Yinan sighed, "I really didn't expect to be able to eat dumplings."

"Thanks to Boss Yan."

"Thanks to Boss Yan, let's thank Xiao Song. If Xiao Song doesn't want to eat, we don't have the good fortune today."

Yan Huai smiled politely, and did not participate in their conversation, but only looked at Song Zhi occasionally, reassuring to see that he was safe.

"The eyeballs are almost popping out!"

"I told you to get the person away, you should!"

"To be honest, your Xiao Song is a good boy only after I was on the show."

Song Zhi is recognized as a top performer in the entertainment industry, and the negative news is overwhelming, Xue Wen inevitably has colored glasses.

Xue Wen loves chatting a lot, making dumplings and chatting endlessly, "Boss Yan, you should let him pay attention, so as not to be full of black material."

"It's good." Yan Huai said.

Keep those evil people away from him as far as possible.

"Beauty is in the eyes of beholder."

"The love filter is really scary."

"Brothers and sisters." A gentle voice interrupted the conversation of several people, "Can my brother and I join you?"

The rest of the people all focused on Yan Huai, and he had the final say on whether they agreed or not.

Yan Huai didn't even bother to raise his head. After the dumplings were wrapped, he said calmly, "My Xiaozhi doesn't like you."

"Okay, excuse me." Yu Chengyuan's eyes faded, and he left without looking back.

"Damn it! My husband is just right."

"This show is so exciting!"

"Why does Song Jieba hate him so much?"

"Who wouldn't hate such a white lotus!"

"The precipice is not that simple."

A bag of potato chips couldn't satisfy Song Zhi's needs at all. He rubbed his stomach and was about to get another bag when he saw Yan Huai walking towards him.

Even after washing her hands, Song Zhi could still feel the texture of flour from her fingertips, which was the trace left by brother Yan Huai.

Song Zhi still blamed himself for the troubles caused by his own selfish interests. If it wasn't for him, Yan Huai's brother could make dumplings twice as fast.

Is he still angry?

"Go eat." Yan Huai acted as if nothing had happened.

The dumplings on the table were steaming, Song Zhi's troubles were left behind, and she rushed to the table excitedly.

"Wash your hands first." Yan Huai pointed to a clean basin.

There are no water pipes for camping outside, but fortunately there is plenty of water.

"Haha, father Yan is possessed."

"The child has been wronged again."

"Let your husband give you a hug."

After washing, Song Zhi took the paper handed by the other party to wipe her hands, followed by a pair of chopsticks.

Song Zhi noticed that in Yan Huai's plate of dumplings, they were obviously bigger than the others, and some of them were damaged and exposed.

Brother Yan Huai's plate was all dumplings made by him.

He was pounding in his heart, no wonder he deliberately put all the dumplings he made on a plate.

Song Zhi's heart and mouth began to turn sour, he must be afraid that the dumplings he made would affect the whole pot, what if they don't taste good?

Why do you have to learn how to make dumplings? Are potato chips bad?

"What else is he thinking?"

"I want to become a dumpling myself."

"Be eaten by my husband again~"

"Are these enough?" Yan Huai interrupted his wild thoughts.

Song Zhi moved his gaze to the vinegar dish within his sight, and nodded.

"Xiao Song, you are so jealous!" Xue Wen sighed as she looked at Song Zhixiao's half bowl of jealous dishes.

"Well, he has loved to eat since he was a child."

"? Is there something in the words?"

"This conversation is not easy."

"Since childhood? Have you known each other since you were very young?" Xue Wen's eyes lit up, her back straightened.

"Xue Bagua has three seconds to arrive at the scene."

"Your Aunt Xue will always be your Aunt Xue."

Yan Huai seems to like to talk about this issue, "Well, I have known Xiaozhi since he was 11 years old."

"My God, you guys are bamboo horses and bamboo horses?" Xue Wen stopped eating dumplings and put down her chopsticks excitedly.

"No, I'm his elder brother." Yan Huai's eyes moved to Song Zhi's red earlobe, he lowered his head and pinched it, "We have been engaged since childhood."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"What did I hear? Engagement?"

"Fuck! They're so romantic!!"

"Aunt Xue will never let us down!"

Song Zhi's ears were sore from being blown with a strong blower, and despite the noise all around him, he could still hear Yan Huai's last words.

Once they did have a marriage contract.

If everything went well, he would have been able to marry brother Yan Huai without any means.

The hair dryer next to his ear made Zai work endlessly, especially when he heard the excited voices of Xue Wen and Ding Yinan.

He wanted to shut everyone's mouths, but he was more eager to hear those happy memories.

Until the topic gradually became private and the audience was still asking shamelessly, Song Zhi glanced at the surrounding cameras, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it into Yan Huai's mouth, "Eat, rice."

Yan Huai looked at him with a smile, and couldn't help pinching his red ears, "Okay, let's stop talking."

"Help, Song Zhi doesn't use serving chopsticks."

"Are you fucking sick?"

"Turning clouds and rain all day long, use your mother's chopsticks."

"Makes sense."

Song Zhi rubbed her ears, and poured another half dish of vinegar into the bowl.

The following time became Zhang Lun's personal talk show, telling everyone various jokes without repetition.

"A comedian never gives up!"

"It feels like having a New Year's Eve dinner."

"Yu Chengyuan is so pitiful, he and Best Actor Tang can only eat instant noodles."

"Go away, poor Bailian."

"I think they are very affectionate."

In a simple tent a few meters away, Yu Chengyuan and Tang Shaocheng cuddled side by side, watching the setting sun.

"It's so beautiful!" Yu Chengyuan leaned into the other's arms again, "Where there is my brother, I can persevere no matter how hard it is."

Tang Shaocheng put his arms around his shoulders, the corners of his mouth tightened, "Me too,"

"Ah so sweet!!!"

"Fart, Tang's filming is better than this acting."

"Blink if you're being tricked."

In addition to dumplings for dinner, Yan Huai also cooked two extra side dishes, plus Ding Yinan's snacks, and they ate until nine o'clock in the evening.

The work of packing up after the meal also needs to be done by the guests, so Yan Huai handed Song Zhi a can of milk to distract him.

Song Zhi bit the straw and returned to the tent as promised.

The sun dipped below the horizon, and the sky was dyed an inky blue by night.

Song Zhi looked up and could see the entire starry sky, and every star had the brightest color.

"Eat?" Yan Huai handed him a candy in a transparent package.

Song Zhi's eyes stopped on the opponent's hand, a little flattered, but more of an accident, brother Yan Huai was not allowed to eat candy at night when he was a child.

Yan Huai guessed what he was thinking, and said with a light smile, "Xylitol is not bad for teeth."

"It seems that the children are being supervised a lot at home."

"It's really not good to eat sugar at night."

"My husband is right."

"Thank you, thank you." Song Zhi raised his hand to take it, the candy was so small that even though he was very careful, it still touched his fingertips.

Like the wind with the smell of green grass, it is soft and hot.

Yan Huai was still standing by the tent one meter away from him, tearing open another candy and stuffing it into his mouth.

Song Zhi rubbed her fingertips, propped her arms to the left, leaving more than half of the space.

He didn't make a sound.

Ten seconds later, a person sat down beside him.

The tents they live in are very spacious. In addition to quilts and pillows, they are even equipped with charging sockets and bedside lights. The only disadvantage is that the tent door is not open.

Even though the thin Song Zhi deliberately set aside a more spacious seat, it is still an extremely intimate distance in the eyes of outsiders.

"Do you know Orion?"

Like him, Yan Huai faced the direction of the sky.

Song Zhi doesn't understand constellations, but he wants to watch the stars with Yan Huai, and also wants to know about Orion.

Yan Huai pointed to the sky and turned his head slightly, "Did you see the three brightest stars right in front of us?"

"Well, look, I see."

The three are on the same horizontal line, just a straight line connecting the city.

"The combination of these three and the surrounding four stars is Orion."

"The brightest three are also called Orion's apertures."

They shine brightly in the night sky, and they just want to accompany the person they want to protect, and pray for his safety and happiness.

"The first time I saw you." Yan Huai's voice scattered in the air, "The Orion constellation was as bright that night as it is today."

Song Zhi's eyes stayed in the night sky, but her body fluttered with Yan Huai's voice.

After nightfall, the grassland wind is still blowing hot, dissipating the taste of lime candy in the mouth.

Song Zhi's fingertips touched a warm and soft touch, and his breathing became uncontrollable. He didn't move away until he interlocked the fingers of the other hand.

The air is filled with the smell of Song Zhili lime candy.

The wind was blowing towards Yan Huai from his direction, but he just wanted to know what the candy in the other party's mouth tasted like.

Song Zhi, who couldn't smell the smell, tried to feel it with his eyes. He turned his head, but accidentally met Yan Huai's eyes.

He couldn't see the smell of candy, but Yan Huai's eyes were brighter than the starry sky.

He can have no starry sky, he just wants to have someone he desperately likes.

Yan Huai's eyes were filled with magic power, which made people panic but couldn't help but want to look. For the first time, Song Zhi mustered up the courage and didn't run away.

Until Yan Huai said to him: "Do you want a kiss?"

The meteors across the sky were not even close to his, and the night was too bright, Song Zhi was so fascinated that he couldn't open his eyes.

In the next second, he could feel the heat of his nose approaching his lips, and every word was full of ecstasy, "Don't open your eyes."

He heard the wind and breathing and heartbeat and tasted candy, not lime but cool mint.

The author has something to say:

Will the update be changed to [-]:[-] in the future~

Babes, this is indeed a rebirth article, and all the foreshadowing will be unraveled slowly~ eh~

The reason for writing without inserting narratives is that most readers like to read the present continuous tense, and I will explain clearly what happened before the rebirth later.