"Ah~~~~" At this time, Lu Xinmiao's shout suddenly sounded next to him, "I have a big discovery, come and see what it is?" Hurry, hurry!! ”

The majority of the troops were basically in the tea plantation, scattered everywhere, and only Su Junhuai was the closest to her.

Su Junhuai ran over, and when he saw it, it was a black pile of prickly velvet, it was actually a hedgehog, and this girl's luck was nothing to say, she could meet anything.

"Ah, hedgehog, it's a little hedgehog, it's still running, ahhhh

“……”

When several children heard that they had found a hedgehog, they were very curious and ran this way.

All of a sudden, a group of people were chasing hedgehogs.

……

Guilan Mountain

After 20 years, Song Tang came here again, and when the car arrived at the gate of the mountain, she was already sweating in her palms.

At that time, she was too young to remember where the accident was, and after so many years, the in-depth development of Guilan Mountain's tourism resources has long been different from before.

Rong Chuqin slowly stopped the car and looked at her worriedly, and sure enough, he was so frightened that his face turned pale.

He secretly consulted Ding Ning, and Dr. Ding said that if Song Tang can bravely face the scene of the car accident, this is a great progress for her to break through her inner barriers, but nothing can be rushed for quick success, and cannot be forced.

Seeing this, Rong Chuqin unbuckled his seat belt, leaned over, and held her hand.

As soon as he shook his hand, he felt that she was shaking slightly.

"I'm fine," Song Tang pretended to be relaxed, "It's here, let's get off." ”

Rong Chuqin held his hand and said in a low voice: "I don't have to go down, if you are afraid, you can not go down." ”

"It's all here, besides, I think it's beautiful outside, it's a pity not to go shopping."

"Are you really okay?"

"Really."

After getting a positive answer, Rong Chuqin got out of the car first, then went around to the co-pilot, opened the door, and led her out of the car.

In the golden autumn season, there is a small long holiday, and there is an endless stream of tourists who come to Guilan Mountain to enjoy the laurels.

The mountain road is built very gently, and there are osmanthus trees on both sides of the road, climbing up the stairs, as if immersed in osmanthus nectar, and can incense every inch of your body.

Rong Chuqin and Song Tang are wearing couple clothes, khaki long windbreakers, white shirts, light blue jeans, and white hiking shoes.

It's also strange to say, that time Song Tang was sick, that is, she smelled a burst of osmanthus fragrance, and now, she felt that her lungs were about to be incensed by osmanthus flowers, and she didn't feel anything.

Therefore, her illness has nothing to do with the fragrance of osmanthus at all.

Rong Chuqin always paid attention to her, seeing that her face was good, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose in an arc, he was also a lot more relieved.

The higher you go, the steeper the road becomes, the fewer tourists there are, and the lush foliage is layered on top of each other, and the deep and light shades of green are stacked on top of each other, making it impossible to distinguish between near and far. Occasionally, birdsong came from the trees, and with an echo, it sounded particularly ethereal.

"No wonder so many people like to climb mountains," Song Tang panted, his forehead was full of fine sweat, "Get close to nature, don't think about anything, and sweat again, it feels really good." ”

"Does that feel good?"

"How?"

"I haven't taken you away yet."

“…… Thanks, you don't have to. "I'm tired of walking, let alone running.