Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 219 250 His pain is deeply buried in his heart (one more)
In the afternoon, Song Yichen brought Lan Song to the camp and played archery in the area called "Hail of Bullets".Seeing Song Yichen paid the money and carrying a barrel of arrows, Lan Song was immediately discouraged. She remembered the miserable experience of throwing a pot in the Chenghuang Temple.

Sure enough, several arrows were shot off the target, and one shot directly into the black mesh on the ceiling.

The management staff next to her would correct her posture at first, but then stood aside and ignored her, letting her fend for herself.

Lan Song looked at half of the arrows in the barrel, and felt worried. If he didn't play, it would be a shame. If he played, it would be embarrassing.

Song Yichen tried his best to suppress his smile, walked behind Lan Song, grabbed Lan Song's left hand with one hand, and held her bow-drawing right hand with the other.

Lan Song heard Song Yichen's words, "Let go!"

With a "swish", although it didn't hit the red in the center, it still had 8 rings.

Lan Song knew that she didn't use much force just now, so Song Yichen actually shot the arrow.Seeing that the arrow was stably inserted into the target, she was still excited, and hurriedly turned her head to look at Song Yichen, only to find that Song Yichen was also looking down at her.The two were very close, with his strong masculine breath in his nose, and the indelible smile between his brows and eyes.

After being with Song Yichen, most of the time I saw him drawing or taking pictures. The last time I played badminton was an exception. I didn't expect him to set up tents and shoot arrows.

In fact, most boys are talented in this kind of sports, which is not comparable to professional ones, but they are definitely better than rookies like Lan Song.

Song Yichen told her that when he first came to Q University, he was not confident, so he always subconsciously hide himself.Many people think that he is handsome, talented, and indifferent, but they don't see his funny, even lively, playful and childish side.

The remaining few arrows were all helped by Song Yichen.The last time he cast a pot to see her make a fool of himself, this time he couldn't bear it anymore.

The two played in the camp until the sun went down, and then went up the mountain and returned to the tent where they were stationed.Dinner was also settled in the camp by the way.Holding hands and walking on the mountain road, Lan Song felt that the days were too good to be true.

Because of limited conditions, Song Yichen boiled a pot of water and mixed cold water to wash Lan Song's feet.The firewood was prepared by the camp staff, and Song Yichen lit a bonfire not far from the tent.Lan Song sat in the tent and watched the jumping flames.

This place is very primitive. There are no computers, laptops, or TVs. I don’t even want to play with blue songs on my mobile phone. All human civilization is superfluous here.It is quiet here, without hustle and bustle; simple, without glitz.

There is the sound of the wind passing through the woods in my ears, the warm firelight under the night in front of my eyes, and Song Yichen beside me.

"It's cold at night, wearing a sleeping bag." Song Yichen unzipped the sleeping bag and wrapped Lan Song tightly.

Lan Song thinks that this person is not poetic or picturesque, or is it romantic?Always such a sight.

Even in early summer, the nights in the mountains are indeed as cool as water.Lan Song wrapped his sleeping bag tightly, bowed his body and looked up at the night sky.Today is the first month of the lunar calendar, the moon is not visible, and there are not many stars. The entire night sky is almost as black as ink. There are fire lights below, and the outline of the tree can be seen. Further up, where the light cannot reach, the tree is integrated with the night. .

In the face of nature, Lan Song feels that people become very small, and their worries and sorrows also become very small. Even the fear and sadness of being separated are like this tree, blending into a huge black, invisible and intangible.

"Are you hungry?" Song Yichen's practical question successfully brought her thoughts back to the rustling wind.Like a slowly flowing sad piece of music suddenly stopped playing, all sad and emotional emotions came to an unexpected and abrupt end.

After calming down for a few seconds, Lan Song replied, "I'm not hungry."

"I had dinner so early, and I walked the mountain road for two hours. It's already past 10 o'clock. Why aren't you hungry? I'm going to cook some noodles." He mumbled a few words like an old woman, and then wanted to get up, but was caught by blue. Song hugs.

"Didn't you bring biscuits and chocolate? I'll just eat some, don't cook the noodles, it's too troublesome." Lan Song would rather be hungry, let alone she is not hungry. .

Lan Song found that Song Yichen was not as indifferent as he seemed on the surface to the passing of time and the approaching date of her departure.

Even if she was in school, he had more phone calls than before, and sometimes he would call her even 10 minutes between classes.There is also more frequent greetings to her.

As it is now, her mind is on the night scene in the mountains, and his mind is on her.Afraid that she is cold, afraid that she is hungry.He has been kind to her since he met him, but it's even better now.

The two of them, after all, owed nothing to each other.He just fell in love with her and asked him to bear all this.At this moment, even if she doesn't think about tomorrow and the future because of the temporary fun of camping, it is impossible to completely pull herself out of the quagmire of leaving.How painful she is now, I believe Song Yichen is the same.

In order to enlighten her and make her happy, he took her out to play.She had a good time and had a good time, but he, this fool, never mentioned a sad word or a sad word in front of her.His pain was deeply buried in his heart.Don't say it, I'm afraid she will be sad.

He had no appetite, but under Song Yichen's nose, Lan Song insisted on chewing a few soda crackers and drinking a carton of milk, just to reassure him.

Seeing Lan Song finished eating, Song Yichen poured water from the thermos, "Brush your teeth, I'm going to sleep, I have to wake up very early tomorrow."

Seeing Song Yichen take out the toothpaste and toothbrush from the bag, and take over the toothbrush he squeezed the toothpaste into, Lan Song was puzzled, "Why do you have to wake up so early?"

This place is no different than in the city. There are street lights every night. What can you do in the dark when you get up early?
"Watch the sunrise."

Lan Song froze for a moment while brushing his teeth, and then brushed quickly again.

In fact, the sun rises every day, but I don’t know why, but I feel that watching the sunrise on the top of the mountain or by the sea is a romantic and artistic thing.

Just now he urged Lan Song to move faster, but when Song Yichen was washing up, he was not in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)