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Chapter 61 Infatuation

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    Except for Fu Xiaohan, everyone else thought it was a variety show effect deliberately done by Zhao Yi, and they didn't become suspicious.  The fish was not difficult to catch, and everyone quickly went ashore with the fish.

    At this time, the sun has set, and there are no office buildings and rush traffic in the suburbs. The slightly raised mountains are in front of you. Half of the sun has set, and the remaining half of the red sky is hanging in the west.

    A pleasant but sad mood filled everyone's hearts.  The setting sun, which represents the end and the coming new life, is a mixed blessing.

    Zhao Yi was covered in mud, Song Xiaolan dragged her to the clear ditch next to her, carefully washed the mud off her leather pants, and wiped her face several times.

    *

    The water in the canal comes from the hills, and it is crystal clear, giving off a faint brilliance in the afterglow.  The orange afterglow sprinkled on Zhao Yi and Song Xiaolan, surrounding them together, creating a space isolated from outsiders.

    Zhao Yi is like a child, standing in the water with a slight smile on her face, very sweet and innocent.

    This is a new look that Song Xiaolan has never seen before, and it is also a new life.  Song Xiaolan was very satisfied, he wanted to hide all of Zhao Yi's smiles in his heart today, so that no one else could see them.

    Zhao Yi looked around and sighed with emotion: "This is so beautiful!"

    Song Xiaolan didn't answer, and was very serious about helping Zhao Yi clean the mud on the leather pants.  He had a noble and cold expression on his face, but every time he touched Zhao Yi's face, he was extremely gentle.

    This kind of him, in Zhao Yi's view, is a person who does not eat fireworks and fireworks in the world, washing her heart in the mud.

    Precious and charming, yet unreal.

    Just for a moment, Zhao Yi's eyes turned red.  She turned her face away and looked at the half sun under the hill in the distance.

    She thought, being able to be with such a precious and beautiful person, even if she fished for a living every day, would be a great happiness.

    After thinking about it, he was out of his mind, and there was fog in his eyes.

    *

    Song Xiaolan noticed the change in her, and under the afterglow, his long eyelashes shone slightly, as if he had something on his mind.

    He wanted to tell others unscrupulously that Zhao Yi belonged to him.

    He wanted to take Zhao Yi away and leave this big dye vat.

    "Are you alright?" Sister Coke asked.

    Zhao Yi came back to her senses and faced Song Xiaolan. She really wanted to hug him.

    Just under this sunset, she felt that she especially needed warmth. The happier she felt, the colder her heart would be the next second.

    Why do people who have no future smile?

    Song Xiaolan gave her a slight smile, and the smile was full of warmth, which spread to the tip of Zhao Yi's heart.

    Sometimes, Zhao Yi finds it amazing how long has she known Song Xiaolan?  But Song Xiaolan seemed to have taken a green card, and she was free to come and go in her heart.  Even if she didn't speak, she could feel Song Xiaolan's seriousness just by looking at her.

    Zhao Yi is finished.

    She was like a person who was about to give up everything and starve to death in the mountains after getting lost in the mountains, but saw a fine orchid blooming in the deep valley, and the end of the orchid was the way out where the sun was shining.

    Zhao Yi couldn't hold back the tears, and let them swell in his eyes, and finally the thin teardrops fell down.

    Song Xiaolan's heart was suddenly touched. He thought he had done something wrong, so he leaned forward slightly: "Go back and vent your anger"

    Zhao Yi really wanted to vent her anger. She wanted to kick this person away and make him disappear from her life.  Zhao Yi was too scared, she was afraid that she would forget the darkness, and it would end up being wishful thinking.

    Zhao Yi stared at Song Xiaolan with tears in her eyes.

    Song Xiaolan panicked, but the camera was right in front of him, and his hands were still wet, so he wiped Zhao Yi's face directly.  This time, Zhao Yi's entire face was covered with water droplets, and she couldn't tell which were tears and which were water droplets, and she also avoided the camera.

    Zhao Yi turned her face away, and after a while, when she looked at Song Xiaolan again, she was already smiling.

    Song Xiaolan carefully helped her out of the ditch, Zhao Yi put her hand on his waist and grabbed her lightly.

    Song Xiaolan frowned and looked at her.

    Zhao Yi didn't care, pretending she didn't see it: "We're done, the scenery is really nice, Sister Kele, I'll walk back, is that okay?"

    Sister Coke: "No, it's not safe."

    Fu Xiaohan and Song Xiaolan said in unison that they would go with Zhao Yi.

    Zhao Yi did not refuse, and took two people's arms with his left and right hands, "Then let's go together! Anyway, they are my hero."

    The photographer brother is very knowledgeable, and hurried to Zhao Yi's side.

    Song Xiaolan wanted to let go of her hand, but there were too many people?Let Zhao Yi lose face, so she can only endure it, but she doesn't give Zhao Yi a good face.

    Fu Xiaohan has a bigger heart, and he also understands what a sense of variety is.  "Listen to Director Zhao!"

    Sister Kele saw Zhao Yi's thoughts, and pulled Fu Xiaohan back with a smile: "You have to accompany me later, and send these fish to the villagers' homes. I can't carry them."

    Fu Xiaohan had no choice but to follow Sister Coke.

    *

    The country road is lined with wheat fields, and the evening wind is blowing, full of wheat fragrance.

    Zhao Yi and Song Xiaolan walked behind, and the photographer brother walked in front.

    Zhao Yi was wearing cotton slippers, cropped cotton and linen trousers, and a vermilion ethnic-style top, looking like a peasant woman.  She's not an artist, so she doesn't pay special attention to conveying when she goes to variety shows, she's all exclusive, and she can do whatever she feels comfortable with.

    Song Xiaolan kept a distance of two fists from Zhao Yi, her eyes followed Zhao Yi's.

    Perhaps because of the situation, Zhao Yi suddenly had a lot to say and wanted to talk to Song Xiaolan, but with the camera in front of her, she endured it and changed to a polite and unfamiliar conversation.

    Zhao Yi: "Are you busy recently?"

    Song Xiaolan understood her, and replied: "Busy, I have to go back to Hengdian to continue filming after the recording."

    Zhao Yi: "Oh, I'm very busy, pay attention to your body."

    Song Xiaolan: "Yes."

    You see, Song Xiaolan under the camera is so cold, Zhao Yi doesn't want to talk to him at all.  She didn't say anything, and Song Xiaolan didn't ask, the two of them just kept silent.

    *

    In the remaining half of the day, all the hills have been hidden. There are no street lights on the country roads, and the darkness begins to spread.

    The photography brother adjusted the light several times, but he didn't think it was right, so he gave up shooting altogether.

    Zhao Yi raised her eyebrows slightly: "Stop shooting?"

    Brother photographer: "The light is not good, Director Zhao, you are also tired, so stop taking pictures."

    Really sensible.

    Zhao Yi smiled warmly, approaching Song Xiaolan, the distance between two fists became one fist.

    There was no one behind the two of them. In the darkness, Zhao Yi became more courageous and reached out behind her back to hold Song Xiaolan's hand.

    Her hands were cold, and Song Xiaolan trembled slightly, but his hands were warm, and everything was quickly neutralized.

    Zhao Yi looked at Song Xiaolan sideways, all the half-hearted sorrows before were sucked away by Song Xiaolan's clear eyes, and now she just wanted to hug him, push him, and act like a spoiled child on him.

    Song Xiaolan lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, deliberately distracting the cameraman's attention: "What do we have to do tomorrow?" But behind her back, she held Zhao Yi's hand tightly, not intending to let go.

    After the cameraman put away the machine, he became more accommodating. He turned around and looked at the two of them. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

    "It's about the same as today, not difficult."

    Song Xiaolan: "The weather is really hot! I hope I won't pick corn tomorrow."

    Brother photographer: "It's definitely not possible!"

    The three of them chatted without saying a word, and the cameraman didn't notice the deep affection behind the two of them. After talking for a while, he deliberately walked fast and kept a certain distance from the two of them because of his work relationship.

    Seeing this, Zhao Yi became more daring, leaned sideways, attached Song Xiaolan's earlobe, and said judo: "I want to hug you."

    In a word, the courtesy and modesty Song Xiaolan had just pretended to be was completely flawless, and her ears were slightly red, and she replied: "Someone"

    Zhao Yi didn't care, she turned around and hugged her, her movements were very light and she didn't make a sound.

    Song Xiaolan was not afraid either, he wished everyone would know that Zhao Yi belonged to him.  He stretched out his hand to protect her in his arms, rested his chin on her forehead, and asked her gently:

    "Are you a goblin?"

    Zhao Yi smiled, and lightly bit Song Xiaolan's neck: "Yes, it's still the kind that eats people." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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