Xu Hui didn't want to go, he wanted to participate in the activities of the Literature Club, and he was fascinated by Go, he often went to Guo Xu's house to play scores, and he had to take his younger brother from time to time. But as soon as he heard that Cheng Jing had dragged Zhang Yi hard, he immediately moved his mind.

So, after grinding his mouth for almost half a night, Xu Hui finally obtained the consent of his parents.

The morning breeze is slightly Buddha, and the sun is rising. A group of young men and women pedaled bicycles to embark on an outing trip, the destination is the western suburbs of Xiping City, known as the "Little Kunlun" Rawa Mountain at the foot of the Jinyin Beach, 25 kilometers away from the city, it takes at least three hours to ride a bicycle.

Hei Niu and Cheng Jing have already done their homework, that place is the upper reaches of the Tongchuan River, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the river beach is full of scenes, which is definitely a good place for picnics. Last week, Heiniu's eldest brother factory organized employees to go, and the scenery can only be described in two words.

In fact, young people don't really care about the scenery, they just want to get together and spend their time together, especially when men and women are together, which is quite attractive.

Everyone happily pedaled their bicycles on the breezy road, naturally forming a small echelon, Hei Niu and Cheng Jing were side by side in front, called to be pathfinders, Liangzi and Bai Lihua were in the middle, and the rest were Xue Yongjun and Xu Hui, who didn't want to be light bulbs, and Zhang Yi, who was quiet but quite embarrassed.

She complained a little about Cheng Jing, why did she have to pull herself into this assembly in vain? Zhang Yi's impression of the disciples of the cultural courtyard was not good, not because this group of people smoked and drank, and she always felt that there were too many differences between herself and herself in terms of the other party's conversation, hobbies, and behavior.

Maybe Xu Hui is an exception, at the Black Bull's birthday party, Zhang Yi left a down-to-earth and honest impression, so while repeatedly rejecting Cheng Jing, she kept a small space in her heart, which may be able to convince herself before finally deciding whether to make the trip.

Unexpectedly, this small space easily broke the double defense line formed by Zhang Yi with reserve and resistance, and also followed Cheng Jing's wish. Zhang Yi herself couldn't figure out what kind of mentality this was.

Of course, Cheng Jing's reasons are also extremely sufficient, the little girl's family runs out alone for a crazy day, which is absolutely not allowed by parents, but with a trustworthy playmate, it is another matter. Zhang Yi is in the compound of the Press and Publication Bureau, which is definitely a role model for outstanding students. With such a child, how can Cheng Jing's family be uneasy?

Xu Hui wanted to walk side by side with Zhang Yi, but Xue Yongjun didn't recognize the form, pedaled his 28 flying pigeons, and squeezed forward vigorously, so a situation of three people side by side was formed.

The extremely beautiful countryside scenery along the way broke the short-term embarrassment of the three of them, "It's so beautiful!" Zhang Yi sincerely admired this intoxicating scenery, and the embrace of nature described in the book is probably this feeling of relaxation and relaxation. And the small complaints about Cheng Jing before also drifted to the back of his head with the wind.

"There is a nest, the old family is much more beautiful than this. Teasing some of the grains and wheat, and look at it. Xue Yongjun suddenly came out with a thick northern Shaanxi accent, which was quite disturbing and made Xu Hui roll his eyes.

"Does the name of your Wilderness Literature Club come from the perception of these pastoral beauties?" Zhang Yi suddenly turned his head and asked Xu Hui, not caring about Xue Yongjun's boasting of shaking his head.

"Yes, too. Xu Hui was a little disobedient, in fact, the name of the literary club was not taken by him, but Guo Xu inadvertently hummed a sentence "On the Field of Hope", so Quan Zhijun was moved by the idea and thought of the word field, and then no one objected, and it was determined.

"Do you often go out on outings together?" Zhang Yi didn't notice Xu Hui's embarrassment.

"No, this is the first time, and it's not to fulfill the black cow. ”

"Oh. Zhang Yi was a little disappointed.

"Actually, I like autumn more than summer. Xu Hui, who felt that something was wrong, hurriedly found a new topic, and added in an old-fashioned manner, "The eyes are full of gold, it is the harvest season." ”

"In the third issue, you wrote the "Autumn Fu"?!" Zhang Yi was really surprised, and her little face was full of excitement as she was rendered by the morning wind.

"Ahem, I used a pen name at the time. Xu Hui was so upset that he almost didn't even hold the handlebars of the bicycle steady.

"It's really a classic, it can be used as a model essay in lyrical prose, and I read it no less than five times with my tablemates. Zhang Yi's high evaluation made Xu Hui suddenly feel as light as a swallow, feeling that he was not riding a bicycle, but like a monkey, he was driving through the clouds, but the other party's next words almost made him plant directly from the clouds to the earth.

"However, I feel that in the same issue of "The Redemption of the Big White Dove", the pen is more sophisticated, mellow, and the thoughts are also very profound.

"Well, that's not me. It was written by my classmate, and his name is Quan Zhijun. "Depressed! Xu Hui secretly scolded Quan Zhijun in his heart, what is it not good to write, but he wants to make a big white pigeon? Isn't it okay for a big white dog? I have a shy face all day long, why don't I see that my thoughts are profound?

It is not so much that Xu Hui is jealous, but that he is very disappointed, the best Chinese scores in the second (third class) of junior high school are him and Quan Zhijun, and the essays of the two are often read aloud by the teacher as model essays in the class, which can be said to be comparable.

The two competed with each other and admired each other, and published articles in "The Field" under pseudonyms in order to gain more attention and surpass each other. Young people are very competitive, and everyone likes to hear praise from others.

When the third issue of "Wilderness" proofread the manuscript, Tang Lin, a martial arts master who never easily expressed his opinions, expressed a high opinion, at that time he had already changed to two-finger Zen, and he seriously thought that the artistic conception of "Autumn Fu" was not as good as "The Redemption of the Great White Dove".

These words made Quan Zhijunle bloom, and also made Xu Hui secretly hold back his strength, before publication, he also made one last revision, but the result made him a little disappointed, the praise of "Autumn Fu" was obviously not as good as that of his opponent.

Although he was a little worried at the time, Xu Hui, who was cheerful by nature, soon stopped caring about it, but today he was evaluated by Zhang Yi like this, and he was naturally like falling into an ice cave.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing Xu Hui stunned, Zhang Yi immediately realized that the excitement just now and the smug evaluation could hurt the other party.

"Oh, no, no. Xu Hui, who came back to his senses immediately, was a little embarrassed.

"Your class is full of talented people. Seeing that the other party was not completely relieved, Zhang Yi had nothing to say.

Obviously, Zhang Yi didn't particularly care about Quan Zhijun, which made Xu Hui suddenly feel a lot better, and he proudly introduced, "Not only that, Guo Xu and Tang Lin have both published articles in "Wilderness". You may not know that Guo Xu also has a novel published in "Juvenile Literature" and has received manuscript fees. ”

"Really, it's amazing. Zhang Yi exclaimed with envy.

“……”

Xue Yongjun was the most depressed at the moment, not only could he not interject in the conversation between the two people, but he also listened to it in a fog, so he felt very sad, this outing, he was the only light bulb, and he would not have come if he knew it.

"After a hundred years of sleep, the people of the country have gradually woken up, ah, ......" There was a black bull's gong-like voice in front of him, and Liangzi immediately followed the dry howl, so the howl like a wolf resounded on the early morning suburban road.

The bicycle wheels turn out the joy of young people, and the destination is right in front of you! What a spectacular plateau and river beach landform, dozens of clear streams shuttle through the green grass, strange rocks and rugged land, not far away is the majestic and magnificent Rawa Snow Mountain, everyone suddenly burst out into a cheer.

"Rush!" the black bull roared, kicked the pedals under his feet, and the car quickly rushed out of the loess paved auxiliary road, plunged into the soft grass, and then fell completely with the car.

In everyone's exclamations, Liangzi did the same, rushing into the grass, the people and vehicles were separated and thrown out a long way, and then Xue Yongjun, Xu Hui also rushed forward bravely after a little hesitation, and fell on all fours with his brothers, and then burst into laughter.

The girls in shock reacted at this time, these people did it on purpose, but they really don't understand this strange way, is it celebrating, or is it venting?

"Oops, a bunch of neurotics. Bai Lihua complained, and hurriedly ran to check Liangzi's bicycle, and there were several people's lunches tied to the back plate.

Fortunately, the dual-card tape recorder was in his car, and Cheng Jing patted his chest in fear, if he broke this baby, he would not be able to explain when he went home.

So everyone hurriedly began to check the lunch everyone carried, including some half-finished ingredients, fortunately, the loss was not serious, otherwise there would only be starvation at noon.

On the river beach that is not a holiday, there are not many tourists, and there is only a small group of people, men and women, forty or fifty people gathered next to the grove at the entrance of the river beach.

"Let's go inside, the water upstream is clearer. Cheng Jing didn't seem to want to get involved with others, so the proposal naturally got a warm response from the black bull, and the others had no opinions, so the young men and women regrouped, pushed their bicycles, went around the grove, and headed upstream to the river beach.

After about twenty minutes, the march was really difficult, and the group gave up the idea of continuing on, found a gentle slope close to the stream, and set up camp on the spot.

The young men who unloaded their suits cheered and frolicked and began to prepare lunch, the girls washed the fruit and the cucumbers and tomatoes that could be eaten raw, and the boys, who had nothing to do after laying out the plastic sheeting, jumped into the stream to fish, or searched for odd-shaped stones.

Lunch is simple and hearty, with cold noodles with good color and aroma, a few delicate lo-mei side dishes, and a lot of neatly cut fruits and tomatoes. Most of the ingredients were prepared by the girls' families, the male dolls were thick and leafy, the steamed buns and dead dough cakes made Liangzi and Xu Hui blush, while the black bull was even more fucked up, only caring about his beer, and Xue Yongjun was simply empty-handed.

But it does not affect the joy and joy of the picnic dinner, while admiring the girls' meticulousness, these bastards are cheeky and have a lot of fun, and a lunch, seven or eight times out of ten go into the belly of Black Bull and others.