infinite you and me

After Bei Quege drove the two of them away, Amu breathed a sigh of relief. Bei Quege didn't say anything when he saw him.

The tour guide is a middle-aged man, dressed in Naxi costume, with a very enthusiastic attitude. He first explained the route, reminded them to be safe in the snow, and then called people to get on the horse.

Beique Ge quickly got on the horse, pulled the rein to calm the black horse's emotions, and then said to Amu: "Come on."

Amu was stunned for a moment, but this person seemed to be very sensitive to sight, Bei Quege just looked at her, and she immediately looked back, so Bei Quege frowned when he met the expressionless person, and held him with one hand. She stepped on the stirrup at her waist and turned over.

Amu's movements were too fast, and Bei Quege felt an itch in her waist, and there was someone behind her, and the strength in her waist was also withdrawn at the same time. She looked sideways and saw Amu holding the back of the saddle with his hands faintly. Stay away from her.

In fact, Bei Que Ge knew that this is the alienation that should exist between strangers, but he smiled on his face and said, "Oh, is it because you dislike me or something?"

Amu shook his head.

"Speak, shake your head I can't see."

How could I know that I couldn't see? I shook my head, even though I thought so, Amu said obediently, "I don't feel disgusted."

His voice was still hoarse.

Why did she act like a bully? Since she was bullied, she continued to bully. Bei Quege pretended to be sad, "It's so far away without dislike?"

There was silence around her, Bei Quege curled the corners of her mouth, the sample could not cure you, but before she was finished, a pair of hands hugged her waist, and the breath of the person behind her was also a little closer, and she could even feel the temperature.

Bei Que Ge didn't expect that this person couldn't stand a joke, so he really hugged him. Looking back, he felt even more upset: What's the matter with your so embarrassed face, I beg you to hug him!

Holding her breath, she flicked her horsewhip and rode out on the ancient tea-horse road.

Seeing this, Gong Xiyue smiled and said, "I can't wait to see this tortoise-like speed, Ann, do you want to compare?"

An Xuanyu narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you compare?"

After the words fell, the two horses galloped away again.

Dan Xinyuan felt that he had suffered [-] points of damage, and when he glanced at his horseman, he felt even more embarrassed.

"Women don't give way to men," Quan Weiqi next to him joked, and Dan Xinyuan twitched the corners of his mouth with a wry smile.

But it was the tour guide who was hurt more. How can he break when he meets customers who don't obey the arrangement!These rich second generations are really hard to serve!

Ke Yuan drove the horse to the tour guide's side, comforting him as if he saw his mood: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, their equestrian skills are not just talk."

The tour guide sighed, "I hope, it has snowed these two days, and the mountain road is not easy to walk."

"That's true. What are the specific places we need to go?"

.....

Near noon, they went to a small village along the way to have lunch, and the farmhouse the tour guide had contacted greeted them early.

Most of the Naxi people's surnames are He, such as the farm hostess and aunt.

Auntie and Auntie enthusiastically let them into the house, she has already arranged the food, and people who have been walking for more than two hours can sit down and rest peacefully for a while.

Everyone had their lunch in the yard, the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was suitable.

After eating, everyone had a rest. The tour guide said that Lashihai is just over a hill.

Bei Quege had nothing to do, so he pulled Amu to squat in a corner, pointed to the boiled egg on the wooden pier, "Do it again."

Amu looked back and forth between her and the boiled egg for a while, picked up the boiled egg and tapped it lightly, then peeled it off.

"..." Bei Que stared at the beautiful face with both innocence and indifference, speechless, "Are you kidding me, that's not what you did in the inn."

Amu took a bite of the boiled egg and looked at her innocently, "What?"

"Don't be cute, do you think I didn't see that when you knocked the boiled egg, the boiled egg was intact, but you knocked a crack on the table instead?"

"Ah," Amu replied seriously this time, "How can my things be easily destroyed? Even if you hit a stone with an egg, what will be broken is a stone, not the egg in my hand."

This answer is too personal, domineering and arrogant, but it is completely opposite to her current state. Bei Quege asked tentatively, "Why do you think so?"

"Probably...that's how I feel naturally."

Bei Quege raised his eyebrows again and said, "Then now, why don't you crush the rocks?"

Amu picked out the egg yolk, "I want to eat it."

Bei Que Ge glanced at the abandoned egg yolk, did his personal preferences start to become apparent?

Under the inexplicable gaze of Beiquege, Amu finished the boiled egg slowly, and then asked, "Do you really want to see it?"

Bei Que Ge nodded.

There was a little smile in Amu's eyes, "One performance is 1 yuan."

"...you robbed." Is this guy taking revenge for what happened in the morning?

In the morning, Bei Que Ge told her that it cost nearly [-] yuan to buy four sets of clothes for her, and Xiao Xiao gave her two choices, one was to accompany her, and the other was to sell herself, obviously to force her to choose the former one.

"Huya said that my appearance fee must be sky-high, so it's not robbery." Amu retorted very seriously.

"...Who is Huya?"

"Well, that."

A certain person's back turned cold, and then continued to quarrel with An Xuanyu.

Gong Xiyue, what the hell are you talking about!Bei Quege was in a complicated mood, "You want to leave so much?"

"No," Amu said quietly, with a calm expression at that moment, "but I still have something to do."

"what's up?"

"forget."

Bei Que sang: "How can you complete it if you forgot?"

Amu's expression didn't change, but his mood dropped significantly.

Bei Que Ge had a headache and didn't know what to do with her.This person's expression and behavior are flawless, either she really lost her memory, or her acting skills are too good!

Bei Que Ge answered the phone call, and the conversation between the two fell silent.

Amu sat alone in the corner, watching the man disappear from sight, lowering his eyes.

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Gong Xiyue on the other side is going crazy, now she doesn't even have to be friends!

After dinner, she and An Xuanyu went for a walk in the woods. They talked and laughed and didn't pay attention to how far they walked, but when they turned their heads, they could see the quaint small village at the bottom of the mountain, and they could also hear the sound of a certain stream. The sound of running water means that we chose the route with the most beautiful scenery, and we were really pleasantly surprised wherever we went.

An Xuanyu remembered the poem introducing the ancient tea-horse road, and recited it with great interest, "The ancient wall is rugged and spans the stone platform, and the path is leisurely winding away the dust. The color of a stream soaks the path, and the sound of waves on all sides enters the jade cup."

The sunshine in Lijiang in winter is like early summer. Even the slightly shady and quiet forest is not cold.

Gong Xiyue feels that this is the case for herself, not to mention that the people beside her are so close, she can clearly see her slightly curled eyelashes, her white porcelain skin, An's beauty, the elegance soaked in the fragrance of books, anytime It is an artistic conception painting of burning incense and cooking tea. Although I am always displeased with her extraordinarily polite manners, I like the demureness of her painting or playing with poems. At that time, the confidence and determination in her eyes seemed to bring the whole world into in the bag.

"install."

An Xuanyu turned his head to look at her, with the satisfaction in his eyes that had not yet receded, but his lips were blocked unexpectedly.

Countless excuses flashed through Gong Xiyue's mind, such as being careless, such as joking, but in fact they increased the intensity and turned the kiss into a real kiss. When she saw the panic in her eyes, she felt desperate for no reason, so she let go. open.

Gong Xiyue's expression didn't look like a confession, but rather a lonely narration after a known failure, "An, I like you, the kind of liking I want to put you on the bed."

"I...we should go back." An Xuanyu tried his best to smile, as if he wanted to ignore the scene just now.

Gong Xiyue quietly followed her, seeing her hasty footsteps felt a little distressed, it was because she was too out of control, which caused her to be in a mess.

She couldn't remember when she fell in love with her. Anyway, one day she found that she could no longer tolerate her standing with others, joking and showing intimacy.

But is this feeling really possible?

One is a child of a military and political family, and the other is a lady from a big family with strict dogma. As friends, they can play around at any time and be lovers.

She once thought that if she was also interested, then she would definitely abandon everything to be with her, instead of having a brief laugh behind everyone's back with a predicted result, and then go their separate ways.

She once thought that if she didn't realize it, she would pretend to be commensurate with her friends, until she personally put on a wedding dress for her and smiled like a flower beside others. Maybe one day, with gray hair, it would be her who would walk with her eventually.

She had imagined a lot, but in the end she couldn't control her actions.

And she didn't expect that this kiss seemed to have cost her a lifetime of courage, just because of the panic in her eyes.

An Xuanyu's figure disappeared on the other side of the door, but Gong Xiyue stopped, not knowing where to go next, she no longer pretended that nothing had happened, how could she continue to look at her and another boy Stage a love story.