Lin Lun, a photographer who had already followed Qin Guan, had already opened the lens of his favorite camera, and did not hesitate to sway the film produced by the collision between his fingertips and machinery. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Cong Nianwei, come on, the scenery here is really beautiful."

The golden sunlight sprinkled on this elf who had fallen to the mortal dust, making his smile a little more delicate for no reason.

When Qin Guan waved his hands vigorously towards the people under the tree, a naughty squirrel with a big tail found that at the door of his house, an uninvited guest suddenly broke in.

This annoying creature is still yelling at its house, so that its squirrels, one, two, three, and four little babies, can't sleep well in a good afternoon.

Therefore, as the head of the family, he should shoulder his important responsibility to drive out all outsiders who intrude into his territory.

"Oh my god, look at that cutie, his tail is fluffy, like the finest balls of yarn sold in Gus's department store!"

As a Hilton who always pays attention to the dynamics of the male god, he instantly discovered the existence of this little thing.

"This is a good composition, Qin Guan don't scare it away, good boy, find a way to interact with it."

Tasha Dudot and Lin Lun gave directions at the same time, and it was a particularly good material for painting and photography, which was simply a source of inspiration for the godsend.

Their old friends glanced at each other with a tacit understanding, and put all their hearts around the young man on the tree.

Only the only calm normal person, Cong Nianwei, rolled her eyes helplessly, as if she knew the direction of the later events, and held her forehead.

"Come, dear little squirrel, come to Brother Qin Guan.."

Usually the scar forgot the pain, Qin Guan gently handed over his slender and white fingers.

The squirrel father on the opposite side dragged out a green chestnut petal from behind the tail, held it on his chest with his paws, and moved in the direction of Qin Guan with two jumps.

The big tail made a beautiful arc in mid-air with the jump of the little short legs, and when the squirrel father reached the highest point in the air, he threw the chestnut in his hand at the intruder's face.

'Bang'

The sound was not loud, and a small chestnut that was not yet ripe was smashed on Qin Guan's head, bounced down, rolled twice on the branch, and stopped.

"Poofha......"

Forgive Cong Nianwei's immorality, Qin Guan's problem of getting carried away when she is happy really brings infinite fun to her life.

And Tasha Duduo, who had already drawn a pencil draft of Qin Guan's interaction with the little squirrel under the tip of the pen, was also stunned on the spot. Immediately, her happy smile appeared in the hearty laughter of the girl beside her.

Lin Lun, a big man, was already laughing loudly at this time, and his camera had already captured the scene just now, and such a photo full of childlike fun and artistic conception was very uncommon.

The only one on the branch who couldn't be happy was Qin Guan, because he finally remembered his strange constitution, and because the laughter of the other people on the farm and manor was too happy, he had already awakened the whole squirrel family.

Dad Squirrel looked at the one, two, three, four who automatically lined up in line, and the youngest one still had a crooked face, and he became angry directly.

It threw the chestnuts it had picked up again, and jumped down the tree in a puff of smoke.

The rest is the story that has to be told by the four cute things and Qin Guan's big eyes to small eyes, and the inspiration of Tasha Duduo's painting by the onlookers is like an endless spring.

Cong Nianwei under the tree was about to pull up her jeans and go up to help Qin Guan, when she saw that the squirrel father had returned to the branch again out of nowhere.

Feed! Where did you find a chestnut shell with spikes.....

Qin on the opposite side looked at this chestnut shell like a small hedgehog, his eyes couldn't help but widen a little, and as the only enemy on this tree, he was happily entertained by the squirrel father.

'Puff'

The chestnut shell was inserted into Qin Guan's hair accurately, as funny as when we were children when we bullied girls, we would hang a few air-dried cang's ears on their clothes.

The one, two, three, and four on the side looked at their father's bravery, their small eyes exuded excitement, and they were a little eager to try, and Qin Guan, who saw that the situation was not good, didn't care about his own demeanor, and climbed down from the tree with a howl, and fled in the wilderness.

"Hahaha, Qin Guan, you are really a good and professional model, or you will come to see me, an old man, every issue, as my royal illustration model in the painting weekly!"

Cong Nianwei on the side was picking up the culprit who had shot him at this time for Qin Guan, who took the initiative to bow his head, but Hilton on the side hesitated and did not step forward.

Qin Guan doesn't seem to like animals, will he like the seven or eight dogs in his house?

Now it's not a question of whether Qin Guanxi likes it or not, girl, can you go home first and ask the dogs how they feel?

Lin Lun, who was laughing and tears on the side, looked at the wonderful shots captured in his camera, rolled his eyes a little evilly, and raised his hand.

He pointed in one direction of the manor, and then asked Qin Guan in the most sincere tone: "Dear Qin, can you walk to the location of the small wooden house with a fence over there?" ”

"There are very beautiful bluestone paths and large fields of wildflowers, and I wanted to take two views there, which is a very good choice."

Qin Guan did not doubt him, he looked at the scenery over there with a delicate beauty different from that under the big banyan tree, squeezed his eyes towards Cong Nianwei, waved his hand twice and ran in the direction pointed by Lin Lun's photographer.

After Qin Guan left a distance, he had been standing behind Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan, and Hilton, who had been watching the interaction between the two of them, took a step forward and stood beside Cong Nianwei.

"Qin Guan has always been like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"He doesn't seem to like critters?"

Hearing this, Cong Nianwei smiled, and her face, which could refresh the heat of summer, showed a rare nostalgic smile.

"It's not that he doesn't like small animals, Qin Guan's heart is softer than marshmallows, how could he not like small animals?"

"You said the opposite, it was the little animal who didn't like him, so he lost an interview opportunity, and he was depressed for a long time." (To be continued.) )