For a while, Jiang Lian couldn't figure out what he was envious of.

Anyway, the candy you can't get into his mouth or the food you can't eat, but it can itch his heart.

He sat on the stone, looking at the yurt, people, and mountains far and near, seeing smoke rising from stoves, seeing food delivered in and out of each house, and seeing Kuang Meiying coming in and out.

No one called him for dinner. Of course, he couldn't remember him when he had been serving the charlatan for the past two days. As for Meiying, I guess he could only see whether Wei Biao was eating well...

Jiang Lian was about to show his spirit when he suddenly heard Meng Qianzi's voice.

"What's your expression of yearning and grievance?"

Jiang Lian thought he had heard it wrong, but when he looked back, she was really not in a wheelchair, and she was holding a hiking pole in one hand and Xinci with the other.

Jiang Lian didn't meet her immediately, and looked at her in the morning light for a long time.

It looks so beautiful, refreshing, red lips and white skin, high bun but loose knots, many broken hairs hanging down, but not messy, and it is unique - he didn't know that it was Xinci's handwriting, and after knotting her hair, he pulled it left and right, and he must pull it out of the uneven beauty that is loose but not collapsed - he just thought intoxicatedly, our various postures are so beautiful, and even if we thorn hair randomly, we are beautiful.

Meng Qianzi was dissatisfied and poked the ground with a hiking pole: "Are you still sitting? Don't you know how to come and help me?"

Jiang Lian smiled and changed Xin Ci: "Why aren't you in a wheelchair?"

"It's time to practice walking, my third mother said that the more she relies on a wheelchair, the less she can't stand up."

Xin Ci cleared his throat next to him: "That... Qianzi, will I avoid it?"

Meng Qianzi nodded: "It's nothing to do with you. Jiang Lian will take me back later."

After saying that, the man did not move his nest, but just watched Xin Ci walk away with a lot of fun, and then secretly said to Jiang Lian: "Xin Ci has something to do."

Is that true? Jiang Lian was curious: "What do you say?"

"I used to wish I could hold my side next to me for twenty-four hours and not tell him to leave, so he would stay happily. In the past two days, I have a needle on my butt, and I can't sit still. I'm always 'Qianzi, then I'm leaving', 'I'm busy', what's there to do with him? Am I the focus of his busyness?"

It was true that Jiang Lian looked at Xin Ci's back: The small step was indeed quite relaxed.

He suddenly thought of himself: Every time he went to look for Qianzi, it was probably the same. He had to cover it up, but he couldn't cover it up. His steps, limbs, and even a strand of hair would betray him, and outsiders would see the clues.

He held Meng Qianzi and sat down on the stone.

Meng Qianzi looked at him: "I haven't answered me yet. What expression did you express just now?"

After saying that, he went to see the yurt not far away, which was not far away. Jiang Lian had been staring at before: "I heard that the friends of the charlatans are here?"

Jiang Lian nodded.

"They brought delicious food to the charlatan? I didn't share a bite, so you kept sitting here and watching, so angry that you were crying and drooling?"

Jiang Lian was amused and crying: "I just take a look."

Meng Qianzi obviously didn't believe it, so she glanced at him with a slanted expression, as if she was saying: "You're a little girl, I want to hide it from me."

Jiang Lian made her feel a little bit unconfident and wanted to laugh, but she felt it was too unnatural. Finally, she disarmed: "Actually nothing, I just suddenly felt that I had no friends."

How could it be? Meng Qianzi wanted to refute it, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt it was true.

She didn't give up: "Kuang Meiying, right?"

"Meiying grew up with me, and her relationship is good, but if you knew early in the morning that you would run for her and even die in this life, then your relationship will never be equal."

"What about Wei Biao?"

Wei Biao, Jiang Lian shrugged: "It's also a growing relationship, but I still feel a little bit worse than the kind of friend I think."

Meng Qianzi understood a little. She held her jaw with her palm, slowly lit her slender fingers on her cheeks, and her delicate nails were moistening powder in the morning light: "That charlatan?"

Jiang Lian admitted it a little reluctantly: "He is like that... he is right."

After getting it, Meng Qianzi smiled sly: "You count here and think that the charlatan is a little bit, but you only have him as a friend, he has so many, he is all about you, you are a little bit of him, you are so sour in your heart, are you jealous, right?"

Jiang Lian was both angry and funny. He had no one. There were so many corn in the field that he had to rush out. He couldn't make a few pellets of them. He could not help but have a little subtle mentality. But how could he say it through her mouth like love but not being able to fight for jealousy?

He looked down the slope and saw Jiangqueqiao paced not far from the yurt, with a strange and elegant posture, but he was always on that part.

Meng Qianzi suddenly said, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, I don't seem to have many friends."

Why, he "compared" with him? Jiang Lian turned to look at her.

She still held her cheeks, her eyes a little blank: "Don't look at me from childhood to adulthood, but I'm either asking me to be obedient or listen to me."

"Jinsong is very good, but he always has to be cautious about me. What he says to me must be consistent with his identity; Xinci is more like a friend, but I am his employer after all, and he works for me and takes my money, it feels different."

She sighed, "So, I have no friends."

Jiang Lian said "Oh".

Meng Qianzi was a little embarrassed: she didn't say a few words to comfort her, she just said "Oh" so lightly, what? If you want to listen to "Oh", wouldn't she look for Jiang Queqiao?

After a pause, Jiang Lian took one shoulder and gently touched her: "It's such a coincidence that everyone has no friends."

When she came, Meng Qianzi almost couldn't hide her smile on the corner of her lips. She nodded immediately: "Yes, yes."

"Or, let's do it...be a friend?"

"Yes," Meng Qianzi actively offered advice, "and then we go to pry the charlatan's friends. He has many friends and is stupid, so he will definitely not be prepared for it."

A good idea, Jiang Lian suggested: "There are ones that pry one, and one pair that pry one pair. At that time, I will be too annoyed by many friends."

Meng Qianzi deeply agrees.

The two of them just looked at me, and I looked at you, and when they saw the end, they burst out laughing almost at the same time.

It's so good. The envy and subtlety that I had been stolen all morning in this smile. I can laugh out loud. I should be grateful. What's more worthy of being grateful is that there is someone who can make you laugh out loud.

Jiang Lian lowered his head and kissed Meng Qianzi on the lips.

When he was about to kiss, he suddenly stopped and then he realized that it was broad daylight, people came and went, and people were all over the slope.

He is not the kind of passionate personality that kisses in public. His emotions are private and unwilling to share. He needs to cover it up, either in the night, infinity of emptiness, tight curtains, closed windows, and the affairs of two people, privately hiding each other and unable to accommodate more gazes.

Meng Qianzi looked at him and did not hide, but there was a little panic on her trembling eyelashes. The mountains and people's houses were defeated in her eyes, and the vague scenery was not important.

If this kiss falls, she will do her best and catch it. But, there are so many people, so many discussions, why do you have to open your own affairs to so many eyes...

Jiang Lian turned his face and blew a little thicker breath towards her ears, wiping the thin threads on her ears, turning into light brown hair.

He whispered: "In this way, do others seem to be whispering?"

Meng Qianzi smiled, and the ears slowly turned red. Just as she was about to say something, a very old but familiar voice suddenly came from a distance: "Zi Baoer."

Meng Qianzi was stunned and turned her head. Before she could see the person clearly, she blurted out: "Big Madam?"

Jiang Lian followed her gaze and looked over.

This is Gao Jinghong. She must be a special existence in the mountain ghost. Her graceful white hair, as cold as frost and snow, and she is so old that she can still support her nobleness, exquisiteness and elegance. She wore a black tweed coat with a brightly colored scarf on the collar. When she turned sideways, the pearl ear chains hanging from the earlobes gently swayed, leaving a touch of pearl light on her neck.

She was really outstanding. Even though her face was no longer young, even though her wrinkles climbed up to the corners of her eyes and lips, Jing Rusi, Meng Jinsong, and everyone behind her, suddenly became dim.

Gao Jinghong nodded at Meng Qianzi with a smile, and then looked at Jiang Lian again.

At this glance, the wind is fast, the clouds are rolling, the mountains are high, the water is long.

Jiang Lian smiled back.

This smile is not afraid of being and is open-minded.

***

Since Gao Jinghong has come, Meng Qianzi will naturally not be able to wait. What's more, there are a lot of funerals in the mountain ghost right now, and Jiang Lian can't waste her time.

He went back to the room alone and chatted with Kuang Meiying and Wei Biao. When he talked about the mountain ghost's head, Kuang Meiying frowned: "Wei Biao's injury has not healed yet. It's not appropriate to move around."

The injuries were divided into different levels. Jiang Lian's injuries were on his shoulders. He had been struggling these days and almost forgot that he was still injured. Kuang Meiying, so he naturally didn't remember it.

But Wei Biao's injuries were in the belly. In Kuang Meiying's words, "There are so many organs in the belly, and any of them are fatal. If you make a mistake, it will be a lifetime!"

Therefore, Wei Biao had to lie down, and he should not even sit up, and he could not be exhausted by the journey.

Jiang Lian glanced at her: "The other person's mountain ghost walks, you don't have to follow him. Just pay enough money to live, how long do you love to live?"

Kuang Meiying suddenly realized: "Yes, I have been following them for a while, and I have forgotten that we can act independently."

Since Dajiang Lian brought the box back, she felt very good. The past hardships have become experiences, and Kunlun Mountain has become a blessing for the sake of great prosperity. She said to Wei Biao: "Then let's just raise it for another two weeks. When you recover better, it will not be too late to go home to burn incense to the great master."

Looking at Jiang Lian again: "Where are you? Are you with us, or do you want to... where to go?"

Jiang Lian vaguely responded: "Let's talk about it."

At noon, the first group of mountain ghosts who retreated left the camp - the camp was not enough, so there were so many people who were idle, so there was no one to wait for it.

Jiang Lian stood at the door, watching seven or eight cars line up in a row and slowly leaving, and a strong sense of unreality arose in his heart.

Meiying is planning to bring in incense and good news to Mr. Gan. The mountain ghost began to retreat. In everyone's eyes, is the matter over?

But why did he think what was missing?

...

After lunch, the yurt finally opened the door, but no one came out, as if the door was just to breathe.

Later, the charlatan leaned out and called a passing Yamado and ordered something. The Yamado strides away, then turns back in a while, and takes a box of portable oxygen cylinders and sends them in.

After a while, the fat man Cao Yanhua came out, his face a little gray. His nose was pressed against the oxygen inhalation mouth of the oxygen cylinder, his nose wings were slammed into a large swagger, and then he sat down on the canvas chair at the door of the yurt.

What's the situation? Just a simplified person, how come it is like a defeat?
To be continued...