"Hey, hey, hee!"

Qingqing didn't wait for her father to agree, she jumped into the stream with a "bang", splashing Nie Zheng's pants all over the water, and the little guy succeeded in his trick, very proud.

"Hey, you little princess, you don't take off your shoes, it's easy to slip!"

Nie Zheng grabbed Qingqing, and the little guy almost fell into the water.

Nie Zheng grew up in the countryside, these catching small fish and shrimp are housekeeping skills, otherwise how can they support themselves, Qingqing grew up in the city, this kind of gadget has never been involved, let his daughter feel this kind of happiness, Nie Zheng is also very willing in his heart.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Qingqing bent down in a similar manner, and her two little hands were like small electric motors, constantly splashing water out.

Naturally, her two little hands couldn't help much, purely for fun, Nie Zheng was happy, anyway, he didn't expect his daughter to help much.

"Hey, Uncle Huang, Qingqing and Dad catch small fish and shrimp for you to eat, why don't you take care of Uncle Xiao Zhong, what if he eats the tiger?"

Qingqing suddenly taught Lao Huang on the shore a lesson like a little adult.

Lao Huang didn't mind, he said very leisurely: "I'm not Uncle Huang, I'm wood, Qingqing can treat me as wood, Uncle Xiao Zhong has fire there, and tigers are afraid of fire!"

"Are tigers afraid of fire?" Qingqing obviously didn't trust this old Huang very much, and asked her father sideways.

"Well, I'm scared!"

"Uncle Huang, you are wood, why don't you burn yourself?"

Forehead----

Lao Huang's face was black, and he really had no way to answer this question.

"Qingqing, hurry up and catch the little fish, Uncle Xiao Zhong is starving to death!"

After all, Lao Huang is a "treacherous and cunning" and quickly found an excuse.

"Yes!"

The water of the creek had been splashed on Nie Zheng to the point that only a thin layer remained, and the small fish and shrimp jumped very vividly on it.

"Hey, wow, Dad, Dad, Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, look, Qingqing has caught two small fish!"

Qingqing's face was red, like a small apple, because of excitement, two small fish jumped on her two small hands, Qingqing felt so magical.

"Well, Qingqing is really powerful, put them on the leaves and let Uncle Huang look at them. ”

"Yes!"

Qingqing immediately ran to the shore and carefully put the two small fish on the leaves, "Uncle Huang, you look at them, don't let them run away, and don't let the cat steal food!"

"Yes!"

Nie Zheng listened to Qingqing treating Lao Huang as a little brother, and couldn't help but feel funny, he shot quickly, and caught more than a dozen small fish at once, the stream in this mountain has not been destroyed all year round, and there are still quite a lot of small fish.

"Daddy, Daddy, look, this conch is very pointy!"

Qingqing grabbed this finger-like snail in her hand and handed it to Nie Zheng excitedly.

"Qingqing, this is not a conch, this is a pit snail, it's delicious, I caught them too!"

"Yes!

Qingqing suddenly let out a strange scream, and her whole body threw herself into the stream like a frog, boom, mud splashed, and the little guy suddenly became a mud man.

"Hahaha, Mr. Frog! Daddy, Daddy, Qingqing caught a frog!"

Qingqing's two small hands held a frog tightly, and the frog held her waist, and her stomach swelled.

"Hey, Qingqing, take it away, take it away, don't take it...."

Lao Huang kept retreating, it turned out that the guy was afraid of frogs, and the more he was like this, the more Qingqing put the frog in front of him.

"Lao Huang, you are wood, don't run away!" Nie Zheng laughed, then hugged his daughter, and scolded with a smile: "You little princess, you have become a mud turtle!"

"Lao Huang, you bring these fish and shrimp back, I'll bathe Qingqing, you are not allowed to shoot, otherwise you will break your neck!"

Lao Huang was most afraid of frogs in his life, and he gave up all principles at the moment, and where did he remember that he was a professional photographer, picked up fish and shrimp, and ran away like flying.

Nie Zheng smiled and tied the frog with a water weed, pressed the water grass on the stone, dug the embankment, and when the stream was full, he took off his daughter's clothes and threw her directly into the water.

"Qingqing, you can play in the water by yourself, but you are not allowed to play for too long, and you will come up when your body is clean. ”

"Yes!"

Qingqing screamed and jumped around the stream, so unhappy, Nie Zheng shook his head and washed his daughter's clothes downstream.

Looking at her daughter's funny dynamics, I couldn't help but feel a sweetness in my heart, and there were also some sighs, "Today's children have everything, but they don't have the childlike fun they should have, they don't have their nature, Tang Ning's guy did the right thing, children should let their nature go, adults just need to guide them, those are good, and those are bad are enough." ”

"Alright, little princess, let's go to the barbecue!"

"Yay!"

Qingqing flew into her father's arms, Nie Zheng took off her shirt with a smile, put it on for her daughter, found a few vines, and made a few holes in her clothes, a wide top, which suddenly turned into a set of jumpsuits.

Qingqing picked up her little shoes and ran back to the base camp with a strange scream.

After all, Lao Huang made a little contribution, he used branches to skewer small fish and shrimp into a string, and put them around the bonfire to smoke.

"One, two, three, four..."Qingqing counted proudly, "Wow, there are many, many strings!"

Nie Zheng hung two bottles of mineral water filled with water from vines and hung them on the bonfire, keeping them shaking so that the bottles would not be roasted and melted by the fire.

"Lao Huang, it turns out that you also know how to grill fish and shrimp, it seems that you are also from the countryside. Nie Zheng said approvingly.

"Yes, I was born and raised in the countryside, but now the urbanization is too fast, and the beauty of the countryside is gradually disappearing, so I use my camera to record, and slowly I like photography, so I became a photographer!"

Nie Zheng nodded, this kind of life is not bad, he can do what he likes.

"By the way, Lao Huang, Xiao Zhong, I don't know your name yet?"

Huh? After Nie Zheng asked this sentence, he was also stunned for a moment, is this his own dialogue? These two guys meet in Pingshui, and they will not meet in a few days, or they will not meet in this life, what are they called?

Nie Zheng suddenly felt that he was very strange today, this kind of change, as if it had started since the bonfire was lit, had become so fast that even he couldn't recognize himself a little.

"My name is Zhong Shu!"

"Oh, Qian Zhongshu, cultured!" Whatever about him, Nie Zheng seemed to have become his daughter, and he suddenly became very talkative.

"No, it's comfortable Shu!" Xiao Zhong smiled: "But I often give people misunderstandings, I myself am used to it, and I slowly feel that I am a cultural person, I want to be a writer, to be a literati, but the ghost makes the god poor, I learned photography, at first I was more resistant, and then I felt that there was nothing bad, so I put down my principles, I liked this industry, and now I think it's not bad!"

Nie Zheng was stunned in his heart: "I put down my principles and like this business, it feels good? Do I have any principles? Should I also change them?"

"Uncle Huang, then what's your name?" Qingqing learned her father's tone, "Well, my name is Nie Xiaoqing!"

"What a nice name, uncle's name is Huang Sha!"

"Oh, cucumber, shoot cucumber!"

"It's not a cucumber, it's a yellow ....."

"Daddy, Daddy, look, it's so pretty...."

Qingqing jumped on her father's shoulder at once, ignoring Lao Huang's explanation, she put her arms around her father's neck and looked at the sky with a smile.

Nie Zheng looked up and saw that the sky was full of stars, like lights in the sky, which was indeed very beautiful.

He suddenly seemed to understand Tang Ning, it turned out that under the starry sky, people are so comfortable, they can let go of the mustard in their hearts and express their feelings.

"Daddy, Daddy, look, fireworks!"

Nie Zheng looked in the direction indicated by Qingqing's little hand, and sure enough, he saw a red flame piercing the sky.

"It's not fireworks!" Xiao Zhong said excitedly: "It's a flare!