Chapter 266: Holding hands to “see the big picture from the small details” "I'm hiking, what's wrong?" Chen replied. "That's nothing, just crawl." Huang Baihan replied again. "It's so nagging..." Chen muttered to himself. He could never have imagined that Huang Baihan would suddenly change his mind. He didn't want to tell the whole story. Firstly, Huang Bohan felt that he had lied to his best friend and secretly came to the bar with Xu Yue, which seemed a bit disappointing to Chen Zhuo's repeated instructions, and he was worried that he would be angry; Secondly, Huang Baihan thought that since he was sitting next to Wu Yu, he just had to be careful not to let her drink too much. Third, if it really can’t be done, Huang Baihan feels that it is not necessary to trouble Chen Zhe. And there’s that idiot Wang Changhua, we can ask him to come over and help! So Huang Baihan stopped talking halfway. Chen Zhe, who had already climbed to the top of the mountain and was coming down, thought that Da Huang was just being bored and acting horny, so he asked him what he was doing. In fact, hiking on Christmas Eve is a very good choice. Not only is it crowded and lively, but the convenience stores in the Peak Plaza also spontaneously put up some Christmas trees and Santa Claus models at their doorsteps.
As the melody of "Merry Christmas" sounded from the loudspeaker, the festive atmosphere instantly emerged. Song Shiwei was undoubtedly happy, even though her temples and neck were covered with a thin layer of sweat from climbing, her high black ponytail was a little messy, and her beautiful cheeks were faintly pink, revealing a layer of healthy beauty after exercise. Chen asked her, "Are you tired?" Song Shiwei shook her head, her clear eyes dancing under her long, curved eyelashes, revealing a lively smile. “The overall festive atmosphere should be pretty good.” Chen asked as he walked down the mountain. “It’s not snowing.” Song Shiwei replied with a little regret. "Hahaha~" Chen laughed. Snowing in Guangzhou is big news. Many locals have seen what snowflakes look like in their forties. Song Shiwei must have seen snow. She probably imagined that on Christmas Eve when the snow was not heavy enough, two elks pulling a sleigh passed by her, and the bells on the sleigh made a "ding-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding" sound. In fact, we can see from here that School Beauty Song is in a very good mood now, and seems very satisfied with the Christmas Eve activities. When the two of them went down the mountain, it was actually not yet 8 o'clock, and there was still a steady stream of climbers climbing up, mostly young people, including couples and groups of college students from the same class. However, Sister Sweet was so beautiful that she didn't attract much attention because we were all heading in the same direction when we were going up the mountain. Going down the mountain was considered going against the flow, which instantly attracted everyone's attention. Young people can still be a little reserved, at most they pretend to unscrew the bottle cap to drink water, and take the opportunity to take a few more glances; Those middle-aged uncles in their 40s had become so shameless that they just stared straight at her. Even when they had clearly passed by her, they still turned their heads reluctantly and looked at her slim figure greedily. Although there is no substantial harm, it will still affect my good mood tonight. Chen thought for a moment, and at a downhill turn, he said, "Should we take the small road?"
"Trail?" Song Shiwei, who had been staring at her toes silently, not wanting to attract too much attention, raised her chin when she heard this. "right here." Chen pointed to a small path that meandered down the mountain. Although it was called a "path", it actually had many steps and was guided by street lights. It just seems a little steep and narrow compared to the flat road. "it is good." Feeling that it was obviously much quieter there, Song Shiwei agreed. Chen Zhuo walked down first, and he turned around and reminded him considerately: "Be careful." "Hmm~" Song Shiwei responded faintly, but where Chen Zhuo couldn't see, Sister Sweet's eyes curved slightly, like a charming crescent moon. …… As expected, there were not so many crowded people on the path, and it became much quieter in an instant, just like a winding cement-gray ribbon that extended to the foot of the mountain. From time to time, we would meet some people, but mostly couples. A few dozen steps ahead, there was also a middle-aged couple coming down the mountain. It seems that this kind of "stealthy" mountain path is something that no one would want to set foot on except lovers. Chen Zhuo and Song Shiwei were relatively quiet as they went down the mountain, both of them were concentrating on walking up the stairs. Occasionally, there is a cool mountain breeze, and the branches and leaves rustle. The sound of each other's breathing seems to linger in the ears, as if the heartbeats are connected. For Song Shiwei, she would only walk this kind of mountain trail with Chen Zhuo; But for Chen Zhe, while he was walking down the mountain, he took out his mobile phone and secretly looked at Yu Xian's message. Yu Xian will have dinner with Professor Guan and a Chinese painter who lives in Italy tonight. The painter and Professor Guan are sisters from the same school, but she went abroad in the 70s. Because of the foundation she laid before and her studies abroad, she is now a well-known painter who "combines Eastern and Western cultures and integrates modern and traditional elements." She seemed to like Yu Xian very much, and she talked to Yu Baibai about many of her experiences and opinions. "How long did it take you to finish eating?" Chen Zhuo inadvertently shielded the phone with his body and typed his questions carefully, fearing that Song Shiwei might see them from behind. He needs to have a clear idea of the approximate time so that it will be easier for him to arrange his itinerary. But Yu Xian replied: "I don't know either. We haven't finished our meal yet. According to the habit of the past two days, Teacher Jin will probably comment on my work." "Teacher Jin" should be the painter who settled in France. "That's it..." Chen hoped in his heart that the review would take as long as possible, but he couldn't say that while he was typing "Take your time, there's no rush. I'll be waiting for you in the office..." Song Shiwei suddenly called him: "Chen Zhuo."
Chen was startled, but he calmly locked his phone and turned around with a calm face: "What's wrong?" Sweet sister doesn’t have the habit of sneaking a peek at other people’s messages. She just pointed to a mountain pond beside the trail. Chen looked over and saw that there was indeed a relatively hidden pool, which was estimated to be half the size of a basketball court. There are obvious traces of carving around it, indicating that this is an artificial pond. Tall banyan trees hang down long branches, and the moonlight passes through and leaks onto the water, reflecting a clear moon. Suddenly, there was a "splash" sound, and ripples appeared on the water surface. The beautiful moon seemed to be "broken" by the waves, and began to sway reluctantly. It turns out there are fish in the pond! "Whoo~" At this time, Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Song Shiwei was just sharing the beautiful scenery. But Chen felt a little strange. How come the middle-aged couple who were walking in front of him just now disappeared? Of course he didn't think much about it, interest was the reason why people walked so fast. Song Shiwei didn't notice this at all and just stared quietly at the moonlight on the pond in front of her. She had never walked on a mountain path at this time before, and her boyfriend was by her side. As he watched, his eyes became brighter. Chen Zhuo noticed it, smiled and said, "Do you want to come closer?" Song Shiwei actually had the same idea, but didn't say it out loud. She didn't expect Chen Zhe to be able to detect it. "Good~" Song Shiwei nodded gently. "It's not a stone staircase, but a muddy ground. It's very damp here and might be a bit slippery." Chen said, "You stand here, I'll jump down and take a look first." This was Chen Zhuo's second thoughtful gesture today. Song Shiwei didn't say anything, but his eyes flashed, as if brighter than before. Chen Zhuo jumped down from the stone steps and stepped heavily on the mud to feel it. He seemed to feel that the ground under his feet was relatively hard, so he naturally stretched out his arm and said to Song Shiwei, "Come down." Song Shi was stunned for a moment, looking at Chen's palm. It was not broad but slender and white, with distinct joints. It should be very strong and steady. Then, Song Shiwei lowered his eyes and gently placed his hand, which was as white and slender as catkins, on Chen's palm. Under the bright moonlight, it seemed like a grand and dignified handover ceremony. Chen felt a piece of cold mutton-fat ointment suddenly placed in the palm of his hand, but he was not surprised. After all, girls' palms are small, cold and soft. He exerted a little strength, let Song Shiwei support himself and jump down, and led her closer to the pond. During this process, Chen Zhuo did not let go of his hand, and Song Shiwei did not break free. However, unlike the cos sister who would playfully scratch her palms, sweet sister was obviously a little stiff. This is probably because the body is not familiar with it yet and wants to resist subconsciously, but the brain consciousness sends the command "I want to hold the hand", so it needs some adaptation before getting used to it.
In the next two or three minutes, Chen Zhuo and Song Shiwei held hands and admired the natural landscape of "tall willows casting shadows, old fish playing in the waves, and the vast waves shaking the shattered moon." As for my mood, it is naturally good and easy-going. But after a while, Chen Zhe, who was very sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment, suddenly found something wrong. It turned out that under a cluster of large banyan trees on the side of the pond, there seemed to be two figures doing something rustlingly. Chen Zhu immediately became alert, thinking, "Isn't he going to run into any bad guys?" Then I thought again that it was impossible, because this is Baiyun Mountain where people come and go. Chen Zhuo looked over attentively again and found that the two figures were hugging and entangled with each other passionately. Thinking of the middle-aged couple who had just walked in front of him and suddenly disappeared, Chen Zhuo finally understood what was going on. “…Is this still open air?” Chen thought to himself that these middle-aged men and women with rich sexual experience would take off their pants anytime and anywhere when they were in the mood. He just didn't know if he would see them in the "domestic candid photos". Soon, Song Shiwei also discovered something was wrong, because they shouted: "Stop for a moment, there's someone there!" "It's okay. I want them to hear it. It's exciting this way." "You are really crazy, let go quickly~" …… "Chen, what are they doing?" Song Shiwei asked. "them……" Chen looked hesitant, but it was not easy to tell the truth, so he thought for a while and replied, "They are counting the moles on each other's bodies." Maybe Chen Zhuo's words were too tactful, and Sister Sweet had no experience at all. Even though she was very smart, she didn't understand at first. It was not until the middle-aged brother deliberately increased his strength and the eldest sister's suppressed voice echoed for a long time above the mountain stream pond that Song Shiwei, who had taken physiology classes in high school, finally reacted. The high ponytail drew an elegant arc in the air, grabbed Chen Zhuo's hand, and turned and left without stopping for a moment. ······ (End of this chapter)