Uncle Zhong sent us to school. Because it was an outing organized by the school, all the classmates did not take their own cars there. We were put on the bus labeled No. 5 in three classes a year.
Jun Changqian just arrived and immediately attracted everyone's attention. He is only twenty-two years old. In order to play the role of my guardian well today and go out for an outing, he put some effort into dressing up. What he wore today
It was a dark black and gray casual T-shirt, covered with a casual suit, and khaki trousers that made his legs more shapely and slender.
It seems to be a normal thing for him to be noticed and saluted like this. He also seems to have become a habit for a long time. He only looks at me intently and is not disturbed or affected by others.
The place we are going to visit today is Mingwenyuan. It is said that there are many scenic spots inside, as well as antique buildings with small bridges and flowing water, and rippling blue lakes. It is about two hours' drive from S City. After arriving, the principal
There are speeches, then a series of game sessions, then lunch time, starting in the afternoon, and free activities and garden tour time until 16:00 the next day.
Jun Changqian stood beside me in the group of parents, holding me with one hand and putting his other hand in his pants pocket.
I held his hand and wrote a few words on his palm.
Jun Changqian lowered his head and said, "Wait a moment."
He took out the kettle, poured a small cup and put it to his lips to cool it down. The boiling water was boiled by Uncle Zhong when he got up early in the morning and put in a thermos. It was poured out now and it was still very hot.
His lips were slightly rounded, and he blew gently into the water in the cup. Then he tasted the temperature of the water before handing it to me and saying, "It's not hot anymore. Drink it."
The afternoon was free time. Teacher Li and the parents of several other students invited us to take a sightseeing bus and take a tour first.
Jun Changqian politely declined. He didn't need to ask me, he knew that I didn't like crowds of people.
I brought a picture folder and Jun Changqian held a map. We rented a bicycle and traveled around along the map.
The spring weather was just right, I sat in the back seat, put my arms around his waist, buried my face in his generous back, and looked everywhere I looked.
Yuan Boyuan integrates the garden design of Jiangnan. At this time, the willows and willows are blooming, and the flowers are blooming. I was holding a SLR in my hand, and when I saw the beautiful scenery, I patted him on the back.
Jun Changqian stopped knowingly, just put his two slender legs on the ground to fix the bicycle, and then watched me take photos in a decent manner.
He taught me many things, such as using a SLR and painting.
He would show me the photos I took and then tell me which angle would be better.
Our destination is Juxin Lake. It’s the name of a beautiful lake, but I don’t know where the word “Ju” comes from.
Juxin Lake is very large, with a wooden pontoon leading to the center of the lake. There are rows of reeds on the shore, which are dense and lush.
The spring breeze came, and the lake surface was rippling with blue waves. Under the sun and in the spring breeze, Jun Changqian and I sat back-to-back. I wanted to see what was at the other end of the lake, but as far as I could see, except for the lush reeds, there was nothing else around.
can not see clearly.
I picked up my pen and started painting when Jun Changqian's cell phone rang.
"Bei? Didn't you say not to disturb me today?" There was a hint of anger in Jun Changqian's voice, and he covered the receiver and said, "Wait a moment."
He stood up and said to me: "No words, you draw first, the signal here is not good, I will go over there to answer the phone."
Juxin Lake was still quiet in the afternoon. There was no sound of Jun Changqian's heartbeat, only the rustling of reeds in the wind. Occasionally, one or two egrets flew over the lake, scratching the water.
On my picture folder is a fleeting egret, reflecting the clear blue water of the lake.
There were footsteps behind me, which sounded different from Jun Changqian's. Maybe it was because of the wooden pontoon. No one had come since we sat down just now, so I didn't pay attention and didn't look back.
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The egret that flew over the lake still had one wing that was not fully painted. I concentrated and looked up to see another egret flying by.
The steps behind me became lighter. I just thought it was Jun Changqian who came back and planned to sit down next to me. Unexpectedly, someone hugged me violently. It smelled very strange, even with a hint of unpleasant smell.
