As soon as the sun jumped above the horizon, Liang Jingjing woke up.
When she walked out of the wooden house, she saw Ye Wan practicing Pilates in the backyard.
If you don’t have a yoga mat, just lay out some banana leaves.
Without music, it would be even less of a problem.
The fresh air, the rising sun, and the clucking hens around you. Everything around you is the purest natural music. It's hard to feel too comfortable.
Liang Jingjing followed suit and sat next to Ye Wan.
So, when hundreds of millions of netizens got up, they saw two girls who had just finished their morning exercises and started preparing breakfast.
Put a few slices of braised pork, one potato, and throw in a handful of chicory before serving.
The vegetable and meat porridge is ready.
"Sister Wan, is it the ninth day today?"
After breakfast, Liang Jingjing cleared the table and chatted casually: "I don't know where the other four groups of guests have crawled, and whether anyone has given up."
"have no idea."
Ye Wan shrugged, "That amateur handsome guy, and Jiahao Yifan, they all have outdoor survival experience when they introduced themselves. Maybe they are grilling fish in some cave right now."
"Grilled fish?"
Liang Jingjing's thoughts instantly went astray, "Sister Wan, let's go catch fish today. Let's grill fish too."
"OK……"
Ye Wan nodded, and the two of them quickly packed up and set off with their bags on their backs.
Overhead, two drones buzzed and followed.
At the same time, Wen Yiru and Fu Huaizhi got out of the tent one after another.
"Fu Huaizhi, what's wrong with you?"
With sharp eyes, I saw that the man's face looked wrong, it was sallow, as if he had some serious illness.
Wen Yiru asked, and when she leaned over to get a better look, he blocked her by closing the tent, "It's okay."
Then I thought about it, he ran out several times last night.
Maybe there was something wrong with the wild fruits he had eaten during dinner, and Wen Yiru didn't have the nerve to ask further.
Compressed biscuits are not delicious.
But the wild fruits in the forest are even less delicious.
It's sour and astringent, and the skin is thick.
She only took one bite the day before yesterday and then vomited it up.
In the past two days, she has been eating compressed biscuits.
But recalling it now, Wen Yiru felt indescribably ashamed.
Compressed biscuits for two people can't survive today.
In the next few days, Fu Huaizhi probably didn't eat a bite and left everything to her.
Not eating well, having to travel, and taking care of her, it's strange that his complexion can improve.
Thinking of his previous words "these years", Wen Yiru felt a little astringent.
If she hadn't been paying attention, she probably wouldn't have known that he didn't say anything and silently did so many things for her, right?
No wonder he would say that she has no heart.
He took out the remaining half of a compressed biscuit from the bag and stuffed it into his hand. Wen Yiru said coldly: "If you don't want me to cry, just eat it quickly!"
"I'm not hungry."
Fu Huaizhi stuffed the biscuits back into her bag, patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Let's go."
Looking up, the top of the mountain is right in front of you.
Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Fu Huaizhi looked at Wen Yiru with a smile, "Go faster, maybe we can reach the top of the mountain in the evening."
The warmth is like a stagnant breath.
Not only did she not expect it, but he probably didn't expect it either, that she could really climb to the top of the mountain, right?
But in his heart, he must think that this is the power of love. After all, in the past, her agent and assistant helped her carry her handbag.
Climbing a mountain or climbing Wufeng Mountain?
For her, it was simply impossible.
But she just did it.
As soon as he said "I'm not doing it for Fu Huai'an", he saw the drone hovering overhead.
Wen Yiru bit her lip and swallowed the words.
He could hear the footsteps behind him and he hurriedly followed him. Fu Huaizhi smiled bitterly and strode forward.