The Road Turns White Tonight - Chapter 299

When I came out, I saw that Wei Yu Leng had been carrying a lot of things in a refreshing manner waiting for me outside. The dark blue sky of the sky curtain is as far as Zhang Lan velvet, the stars are a little bit, he is standing sideways, he is very handsome, handsome.

The girl said, “Your boyfriend is so handsome.”

It was these classic misunderstandings again. I just wanted to tell her that Wei YuLeng was not my boyfriend. Wei YuLing’s sharp eyes had discovered us.

He bought things for the camp and a lot of food, and divided the food half of the girl. The girl blushed and said no, he said it was thanks.

I found that Wei Yulian was really similar to my dad in some places, just like they didn’t seem to love others.

After leaving the girl, he took me to camp nearby.

There are some tents that are sparse and sparse, but they are staggered and open to a long distance, each with its own excitement. Unlike the stars in the sky, thousands of light years apart, they seem to be within reach.

I have never understood why everyone feels good about Wei Yu cold, but I have some resistance to him. Maybe it was because I grew up with Lin Haitao and I was already immune to handsome guys; or maybe I kept remembering Wei Yulian kissing Zuo Pei at school and thought he was frivolous; or because he had the same name as my brother ?

But I have to admit that Wei YuLeng is not only well-formed, but also very careful. The camouflage clothes we used to play the game were all messed up and couldn’t be used anymore. He bought another clothes for me to sit on, and put a big bag of food in my hand.

I’m a little embarrassed and thank you.

He glanced at me, sat down, and gently held my ankle.

I was surprised and almost jumped up.

He said, I’ll help you get some medicine and remove blood stasis.

My face was hot, he had taken off my shoes and held my feet on his knees.

As his palm was rubbed against my ankle, the cold smell of medicinal wine scented in the air, and his slightly rough palms burned my skin. I started to care about shyness, and then hummed in pain Alas, Wei Yu sneered with a sneer.

I glared at him fiercely, he lowered my feet gently with a smile, and put on my shoes again, and then washed his hands with water and walked to the side to dry the tent.

He said, one by one, eat something hungry first.

My name is natural in his mouth, as if he had called my name hundreds of times long ago.

I was really hungry. I picked up the potato chips and ate it. After solving a pack of potato chips, I ate a few small cakes, and then I thought of visiting him. He is hanging his camp account, skilled in hands and feet.

Suddenly I was a little uneasy. Everyone ate and played games at dinner. They ate less and he was hungry.

I thought about it, jumping to his feet.

He heard the noise and turned around and whispered, “Can’t you settle down?”

I’m familiar with this. Dad often scolds mother like this.

I glared at him and sipped a small cake to his lips. He froze and opened his mouth to eat.

His lips swiped over my fingers, the warm and soft touch, my heart beat, my feet slumped, and I almost fell.

He was taken aback, glanced at me fiercely, and took me gently into his arms.

Smelling his breath, I was so nervous that I didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t seem to let go. The heat of his palm passed through my thin clothes clearly on my back. His eyes were fixed on me, deep.

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I didn’t know where the strength was, shoved him away and turned back to my snack base.

“Can I have another one?”

A low voice came from behind me, and my heart almost popped out.

I didn’t give him the food in the end, and he didn’t come over to eat until he set up the tent and helped me in. He wrapped me in a thin blanket, and I lay on the ground and rolled comfortably. He smiled before he went to get the food.

Not far away is the seashore, and the account is half open. I was staring at the stars above me and the lighthouse on the sea, and glanced at him with a troubled eye.

His hand was flipping around in the shopping bag, and suddenly stopped on a bag of things, which was the kind of small cake I just gave him.

He took it out and I hurriedly didn’t overdo it.

He said, “Do you know how to distinguish these stars?”

I shook my head and said, “A big shit.”

Wei Yulian smiled slightly, pointing to one direction of the sky. “Do you see the orange star on the south? The star is very bright. You can see it if you pay attention to it.”

I looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough I saw an orange-red star, bright and shiny.

“As long as you find out this star and the little companions around it, you can find Scorpio, the red giant star is the heart of Scorpio.”

My constellation is Scorpio, and I was shocked and delighted, “Is it a star falling in Scorpio?”

“Well,” he chuckled. “Scorpio is the most beautiful constellation in the summer sky.”

“Senior, what is a red superstar?”

“As a star goes through a long period of time, it will enter its old age, its volume expands, its temperature starts to decrease, and its light becomes more and more dark red.”

I laughed, “Stars will grow old?”

“Well, the stars will grow old and die.”

“What else is eternal?”

“There is nothing eternal in this world.”

His tone was slightly cold, and when I was stunned, he pointed at the stars and taught me to identify. He outlined the shape of Scorpio, and taught me to divide the starry sky into regions and use Scorpio as the center to find other signs.

Some stars are dim and difficult to see. I rub my eyes and distinguish carefully, but I am very happy.

Where I do n’t understand, he told me over and over again, told me the division of the starry sky, the legend of the constellation.

The night slowly deepened, and I felt tired, but couldn’t help but still wanted to hear what he said.

“Sleep and sleep.”

His voice was gentle, outside the tent, the sound of the waves, the stars and the wind, and I closed my eyes quietly.

Consciousness seems to fall into a deep abyss. Something pressed on my lips, rubbing gently.

I had a dream and dreamed that many years ago, my father took me and my mother to Cienfuegos. The best cigars are made there, the air is sweet and fragrant, and under the stars, Dad bows and kisses Mom.