The red maple covering the mountain covers the sky and the sun, and occasionally the sunlight penetrates the layers of maple leaves and shadows on the ground, and the ground is also covered with maple leaves. When you look up, the whole world is red.

The mountain forest is very quiet, except for the rustle of maple leaves under your feet, and the occasional sound of birds and birds as an embellishment.

In it, the disturbances of the world dissipated cleanly, as if you had come to a paradise.

His shoulders are not broad, and he is even slightly thin, but he is tall and strong, giving people an inexplicable sense of security. His hair was dark and shiny, prettier than a girl's hair. The smell on his body was very good, refreshing, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the smell came to her nose, making her unconscious little face crimson, and the deer on her chest bumped.

Ye Zixuan lay on his back peacefully, gently leaned her head on his shoulder, slowly closed her eyes, and quietly breathed in the good smell. The tangled heart was quietly soothed, and the shyness on his face gradually faded, replaced by a sweet and happy smile.

The whole time and space seem to be frozen, and only this time is the most real feeling between heaven and earth.

She hoped that there would be no end to the mountain road, so she would just lie on his shoulders and let him go wherever he went.

Just never stay!

Ye Zixuan's body was very soft, and there was a burst of tenderness on her back. Feeling Ye Zixuan's actions, Lu Shanmin's face showed a trace of bitterness, and a deep sense of guilt surged in his heart.

Grandpa has been pursuing the four words 'but seeking peace of mind' all his life, and everything he has done since he arrived in the East China Sea has also been measured by these four words, even if he has violated Zuoqiu's obviously correct opinion several times, he has insisted on 'but seeking peace of mind'.

But this time, he was destined to do something that he couldn't feel comfortable with.

In an open area on the top of the mountain, Xiao Zijian fanned the folding fan with one hand and the other behind his back, looking at the red maple under the mountain, and his heart was full of emotion. I can't help but chant a poem:

"Far up the cold mountain stone path slope, there are people in Baiyunsheng. Parking sits in love with the maple forest in the evening, and the frost leaves are red in February. ”

Ah Ying was busy setting up tents and barbecue grills, and when she heard Xiao Zijian's poetry, she stopped moving, and her face was slightly red.

"Young master, grandpa and uncles should scold you again when they hear you compose such filthy poems."

"Ahem" Xiao Zijian frowned and turned his head, "Ah Ying, your words have completely ruined the beautiful artistic conception in the young master's chest, this poem was not written by me, nor is it an obscene poem, young master, I just touched the scene and chanted a poem made by the Tang Dynasty."

A-Ying pursed her lips, looking incredulous.

"Young master, Miss Biao hasn't arrived yet, do you want to go and see, if something happens, how can we explain to Uncle Ye and Aunt Zhu."

Xiao Zijian smiled, "You don't understand this, you're not afraid of accidents, you're afraid of accidents, the bigger the incident, the better."

Ah Ying's face was full of frost, and she snorted coldly, "Miss Biao is a fairy-like woman, what is so good about Lu Shanmin, he is not handsome, he is dull and uninteresting, and he is entangled with other women, if you don't stop him, I will castrate him with a knife."

"Ah Ying, Zifei knows the joy of fish, this is called radish and cabbage, each has his own love."

A-Ying was silent for a moment and asked, "Young Master, is this really good for Miss Biao?"

The smile on Xiao Zijian's face faded, and his expression became cold and resolute, "In this world, only by fighting can we know whether the ending is good or not."

A-Ying frowned, "What if you lose the battle?"

Xiao Zijian smiled, "Ah Ying, when did you see Young Master Ben lose."

A-Ying looked at Xiao Zijian with admiration, and suddenly found that the young master's figure was even taller and more powerful, and he had a feeling of contempt for heaven and earth.

"The young master never loses".

When Lu Shanmin arrived at the top of the mountain with Ye Zixuan on his back, A-Ying had already set up a tent, a barbecue grill, and prepared the ingredients.

Xiao Zijian squinted at the two of them and quipped: "Yo, I'll be on my back if I don't see it for a while."

Ye Zixuan sat on the laid mat with A-Ying's support, her face was flushed, and she glared at Xiao Zijian.

"Hmph, it's not your fault, I ran so fast with A-Ying, so I was eaten tofu by this big pervert."

Xiao Zijian looked at Lu Shanmin, who was slightly embarrassed, and looked at Ye Zixuan, who was shy, and smiled. "Zixuan, why is your face redder than a maple leaf."

Ye Zixuan hurriedly covered her face, only revealing a pair of bright big eyes, "Sister Aying, you don't take care of your cousin well, you know how to bully me."

Xiao Zijian shook his fan proudly, "Zixuan, how about my brother carrying you when I don't go down the mountain."

Ye Zixuan peeked at Lu Shanmin and snorted.

"I don't want you to carry it, I don't even have two taels of meat on your body, you can't afford to break me."

"Hehe, then let A-Ying carry you".

"No," Ye Zixuan hurriedly said.

Xiao Zijian deliberately jokingly asked: "Why, A-Ying's strength is no problem to carry you several times"?

Ye Zixuan thought for a long time, "Because, because, because Sister Aying has to carry the tent and other luggage."

Xiao Zijian squeezed his eyes at Lu Shanmin, "Brother Shanmin, then I have to trouble you again."

Lu Shanmin just smiled faintly, started to burn a charcoal fire, and then went to the nearby woods to collect some edible fresh mushrooms.

Grilling and barbecue in the mountains and forests has a unique flavor, and the group of four is in a good mood. While eating a refreshing barbecue, I drank delicious mushroom soup, and I was very happy.

Xiao Zijian took a sip of soup and exhaled comfortably, "Beautiful, beautiful taste, beautiful scenery, and more beautiful people."

The red leaves on the mountain, the red sunset, like the blue sky washed by the sea, and the cool breeze blowing on the top of the mountain, are refreshing.

Ye Zixuan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her and said quietly: "Big pervert, is the mountain in your hometown so beautiful?"

Lu Shanmin smiled and said: "The altitude of Harrier Mountain is very high, there is a broad-leaved forest below, the top of the mountain is a coniferous forest, and there is a large maple forest in the middle of the mountainside.

Ye Zixuan closed her eyes and tried her best to imagine the picture depicted by Lu Shanmin. Muttered: "It's beautiful"!

"Well, it's even more beautiful than the view"!

Ye Zixuan opened her eyes and looked at Lu Shanmin with a smile, "Can you take me to have a look?"

Looking at Ye Zixuan's bright and expectant eyes, Lu Shanmin nodded, "Of course you can."

Ye Zixuan giggled happily, like the cheerful song of a lark.

Xiao Zijian pursed his lips and showed a hint of a smile, and muttered, 'It's so beautiful'! I don't know if he was talking about the beauty of people or the beauty of scenery.

"In this situation, I must recite a poem."

Xiao Zijian stood up, holding a soup spoon in his hand, facing the red sunset, quite a bit of poetic style!

"Never sighed lonely in autumn,

I say that autumn is better than spring,

Clear sky and sunset red sky,

Drink in pairs to the blue night".

"Okay!" Lu Shanmin clapped his hands and shouted.

"Brother Zijian is open-minded, integrating feelings, scenery and people, good poetry"!

Xiao Zijian took a sip of the soup spoon, smiled brightly, and said proudly: "In terms of talent in the world, this son recognizes the first, and no one dares to recognize the second."

Ye Zixuan pursed her lips and said unconvinced, "Moaning and pretentiousness without disease, I think Lu Shanmin's poems are better than yours"!

As he spoke, he took Lu Shanmin's hand with both hands, and snorted and laughed: "Hurry up and make a song to compare him."

Lu Shanmin's face was full of embarrassment, he still knew very well how many inks he had in his stomach, although he had read some subsets of scriptures and history since he was a child, but he couldn't say anything about poetry.

"I can't compose poetry"!

Ye Zixuan shook Lu Shanmin's arm and said pleadingly: "Make a poem, the poem you wrote last time is very good."

Xiao Zijian smiled, "Yes, don't be modest, brother mountain people, your moon in the sky is round and round."

Lu Shanmin scratched his head in embarrassment, "How can I call it poetry, vulgar and ugly can't be elegant."

Ye Zixuan pouted and said: "What is a good poem, a poem that can touch the heart is a good poem", glared at Xiao Zijian provocatively, and said like a cannon: "Gorgeous rhetoric, quoting scriptures, picking up people's teeth and wisdom, showing coquettishness, and making a mystery are really difficult to get into the hall of elegance."

Xiao Zijian was sweating profusely by Ye Zixuan, and said resentfully: "My good sister, I'm your brother, don't wait to hurt people like this."

Ye Zixuan stuck out her tongue at Xiao Zijian and grimaced. said to Lu Shanmin with a smile: With a look of anticipation, "Hurry up and make a song, let him see what a good poem is."

Lu Shanmin held his forehead with one hand, embarrassed, and suddenly saw a few maple leaves flying in the air. Muttered:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces",

"Five, six, seven, eight".

"Nine slices, ten slices, eleven slices",

The three of them looked at Lu Shanmin and muttered to himself, thinking that he was counting the maple leaves blown down by the autumn wind.

"Fly into the grass and disappear".

"Good poetry"! Ye Zixuan applauded happily.

Lu Shanmin laughed and said: "I also saw the falling leaves before I was inspired."

"This poem of yours is so well written, a thousand times better than that of my cousin."

Xiao Zijian was full of grievances, and looked at A-Ying for help, "A-Ying, you come to evaluate the theory, is it my better or Lu Shanmin's better."

Ah Ying pondered for a moment, "Young Master, do you want me to tell the truth or not."

"Of course it's true," Xiao Zijian said confidently.

"The young master's poem sounds so elegant, it should be a good poem, but A-Ying can't understand it. ”

Xiao Zijian was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, "What do you mean"?

A-Ying lowered her head, "I think Lu Shanmin's poems are good, and I can understand them as soon as I hear them."

Xiao Zijian couldn't argue, one was obviously biased, and the other didn't understand poetry at all.

"Brother mountain people, tell me yourself, whose poetry is good"?

Lu Shanmin smiled, revealing a mouthful of big white teeth, "Poems are used for other people's qualities, since the audience says that I am good, I think my poems should be better."

Xiao Zijian almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, turned around and looked at the bottom of the mountain alone, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

ps: The second watch can only be late in the evening, and I have to pick up a friend who came from afar

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