The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 156 0156. What should I draw? (26)

Zhuang Xinian, who went outside the tent, saw that there was basically no one left.

In fact, this is not surprising. Although it is already late autumn, the sun on the top of the mountain is still different from the sun on the plains at the foot of the mountain.

Jiang Shaoheng closed the zippered door, handed it over to someone who was watching, and then took Zhuang Xinian down the mountain.

Zhuang Xinian had already walked up and down this mountain road two or three times, and was already tired of seeing the scenery on this road, so this time she obediently followed Jiang Shaoheng down step by step.

Jiang Shaoheng wasn't in a hurry, he wasn't in a hurry at first, and now he was taking the little girl along this mountain road slowly, and while walking, he was telling the little girl some small scenery along the way.

Zhuang Xinian had already seen those scenery before, but following Jiang Shaoheng, listening to his gentle and gentle voice introducing the scenery one after another, looking at those scenery now, it seems that they are all different It feels like.

Occasionally, she would discover different scenery on her own initiative, shouted out of novelty, and then shared it with Jiang Shaoheng on chirping.

For example, she saw what kind of animals some shrubs looked like from what angle, and what patterns would be formed by the interlacing of high and low trees and shrubs...

All the way was Zhuang Xinian's clear and tender voice.

It took another hour to go down the mountain, and when I sat in the bamboo hut below, it was barely four o'clock.

"My legs are so tired! I'm more tired than when the coach asked us to do training! It's better to do less physical work like mountain climbing!" Zhuang Xinian put his legs on another chair and lay down on the table superior.

Jiang Shaoheng looked at her delicate appearance, and after sitting for a while, he went to her and squatted down, reaching out to massage her legs.

The two of them occupied a table alone, so it didn't matter that Zhuang Xinian was so invisible.

In fact, many people were like this when they first stepped down.

Not much better than Zhuang Xinian.

Zhuang Xinian lay on her stomach while looking at Jiang Shaoheng who was massaging her.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure that was a little familiar.

Zhuang Xinian looked up.

Is it the little boy from Uncle Shu's family?

But he was alone, and Uncle Shu was not with him.

He turned his gaze, and then his cold eyes met Zhuang Xinian's.

The moment Zhuang Xinian's eyes met his, an electric light flashed in his mind.

Oops!After confirming the eyes, this is the person who is coming to join the table!

Zhuang Xinian quickly looked away, looking at Jiang Shaoheng who was still massaging her, "Brother Shaoheng, that kid from Uncle Shu's family seems to be coming over."

The movements of Jiang Shaoheng's hands paused, and he continued to help Zhuang Xinian rub his legs, "It's okay, let him come over when he comes."

Then, the little boy really came over and sat down directly.

"Nian Nian, how do you feel now?" Jiang Shaoheng raised his head and looked at Zhuang Xinian. Zhuang Xinian was looking at the child sitting across from him. After hearing this, he lowered his head to look at Jiang Shaoheng, and then stretched his legs. .

"Well, it's not so sore anymore." Zhuang Xinian nodded, and then put her legs down.

Jiang Shaoheng shook his sore hands, and then sat beside Zhuang Xinian.

As soon as he sat up, the little boy on the opposite side set his eyes on him, staring straight at him.

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