Meng Zhuang was the first to come up to see the sea of clouds, and then Yan Jingzhou came to his side, and then there were other people. In the order in which they came, they lined up from the left side of Meng Zhuang.

Yan Jingzhou's eyes were mainly looking at Meng Zhuang, although the sea of clouds in front of him was very beautiful, it was not as good as the people around him.

When the sun had completely set, the sea of clouds had dispersed. Several people returned to the camp and began to prepare a barbecue.

Since everything has already been prepared, all you need to do is light the fire and put the ingredients on top. Meng Zhuang took out a camping lamp and hung it on the tent, and the darkness of the camp was dispelled in an instant. When darkness descended around the camp, it became the only place of light.

The barbecue tray was already piping hot, and after putting down a slice of meat, the enticing smell of meat came from the camp. I didn't eat much when I came in the morning, and I just had a little dry food at noon. By this time, the group was already hungry, and they couldn't wait to reach down and grab it and stuff it into their mouths.

There was still a little bit of shame in them, and the first plate of meat was given to the planners and financial bearers of this camp. Meng Zhuang was not polite to them, so he took it and ate it.

Meng Zhuang moved the chopsticks first, and several girls couldn't wait to put their favorite ones up.

The smell of meat in the camp was instantly overflowing, and it spread far away, and several nocturnal animals gathered, but when they saw that they were much larger than them, they only dared to look at them from a distance. And for nocturnal animals, the lights and fires of the camp are quite a threat, and they are easily afraid to approach.

The hunger pangs were a little less, and the girls finally sat down to enjoy the winter camping. Although it was a little chilly, sitting around the fire, this faint chill became a beautiful foil.

The front was roasted hot, but the back was cold and shivering. After baking the front, turn the back over and bake it, so that the back and forth baking is also very pleasant. After staying in the greenhouse for a long time, it seems that I have forgotten this feeling, this cold feeling.

Cold is not necessarily a bad thing, there is a saying among people who farm the land: "In winter, the snow is over three layers of quilts, and the next year you sleep with steamed buns." "It's enough to see the effect of heavy snow and cold on crops. Although none of them are fodder for farming. But the cold is also a real second for them, for example, in this winter, they experience a different kind of beauty.

If there is no winter, a lot of beauty will be lost. Because to be beautiful is to appear more beautiful because it is not beautiful.

"I wonder if there are plum blossoms here?" Mei Yu suddenly came out with such a sentence. When it comes to winter, of course, plum blossoms come to mind, and Mei Yu is a very traditional and elegant person, so she thinks of plum blossoms and the beauty of blooming alone in the cold cold.

No one answered her question, and they didn't know anything about it. What about Meng Zhuang? He didn't seem to care about it. He sat down in front of the tent, and there were still a few slices of roast meat in his hand that were already cold. He didn't seem to have much of an appetite. I originally wanted to relax when I came out on this trip, and a few girls came out with me, so I'm afraid it would add a burden to him.

Several girls have this idea. Despite this guilt, if they had to choose again, they would still do it. Because they came along, not only for the scenery and curiosity on the road, but also for dreams and salvation. They hope to save Meng Zhuang as friends and sisters as sisters. Meng Zhuang is a genius, and his talent should not be buried.

At this point, several girls unexpectedly got along. Mei Yu and Xin Lingling felt that Meng Zhuang had a high talent in literature, and if they could study with him, they would definitely benefit a lot. Mei Yu thinks that Meng Zhuang's paintings are better than hers, and if the two of them can communicate, it will definitely be of great help to herself. Of course, Yan Jingzhou asked for more, whether it was Meng Zhuang's talent or Meng Zhuang's people, he wanted both.

Several people looked in the direction of Meng Zhuang, but no one said anything, they knew, they should let him stay alone at this time, stay quiet for a while, and when he was willing to speak, he would naturally join in.

The girls continued to happily discuss, from the past to the present, to the future fantasies.

What will the future look like, everyone has a beautiful fantasy about their future, although it may not be realized, but there is no doubt that the fantasy at this moment is the purest and most direct in everyone's heart, without the oppression of life, and there is no entanglement of fame and fortune.

This age is the most precious, and once it passes, it is not easy to get it back. So everyone cherishes it, and not a second can be wasted.

The night sky is getting quieter and the temperature is getting colder.

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening when the wind suddenly picked up in the mountains. Under the blowing of the mountain wind, even if the fire is baked, it will feel cold, especially when the wind blows, it is even more bitterly cold, and it is so cold that you can wrap your clothes tightly and shiver.

Meng Zhuang still sat in front of the tent, as if he didn't feel cold. I haven't seen any girls when he was working, but in life, he has nothing to do with geniuses, and he is a somewhat demented person. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that this man was so versatile.

Meng Zhuang sat in front of the tent until about eleven o'clock before getting up, his whole body was stiff, and he lost a lot of strength when he got up.

Seeing Meng Zhuang get up, Yan Jingzhou hurriedly brought him a cup of hot water.

helped Meng Zhuang to sit down by the fire, and handed him hot water: "Do you want to eat some?" ”

"Well, more meat and less vegetables." Mengzhuang's sheng rain is full of solid and powerful, and he does not tremble. Although I know that he is pretending to be strong, such strength is indeed admirable. At least Meng Zhuang is strong and powerful in the eyes of several girls. They didn't know about his past, but they knew that no matter what happened, they couldn't knock this man down. Because he set himself a character in his heart that he would never fall.

This man's strength is forced out by countless realities, he climbed up from hell step by step, he is used to seeing life and death, and he can't even have sadness, so nothing can defeat him.

Meng Zhuang roasted a little warmer by the fire, and Yan Jingzhou handed him a plate of food that had been examined.

Meng Zhuang said: "There is a plum garden in the mountain behind the town, if you want to go, you can go tomorrow." ”

"Can I stop for a while when I pass through town?" Hearing that she was going to the Plum Garden, Mei Yu couldn't hold back anymore and decided to buy some painting tools in the town and leave the scenery of the Plum Garden on the drawing paper.

"If you want to paint tools, I have them, you can use them, and you won't go around the town." Although Meng Zhuang didn't speak, he listened to their words in his ears, and when the time came, he would naturally say what he needed. He's one of those people and doesn't like to make things too troublesome.