There was no one around ten miles around the cabin, and there was no need to worry about affecting other people's rest, so Qin Lu made an extra pot of tea, and the five of them sang ktv in the living room at night.

Xu Zheran took out a pack of wolfberry from the suitcase and made it into a very healthy tea, which attracted the attention of Pei Jiangsheng, who was always afraid of the dark.

Even if there is no beer, add wolfberry.

#Cooking smoke curling turned out to be a show for the elderly#

Pei Jiangsheng, as a young man afraid of the dark, felt that he had to make these people realize that he was still very young.

So he chose a very hilarious song, picked up the microphone and stood up.

Pei Jiangsheng: "hey you let me see your hands!!"

Hua Lin slowly raised his two hands, half-squinted his eyes and said lazily: "Have you seen these hands, I can't sing well and beat you."

Pei Jiangsheng: "...The friends here are so warm, you can put your hands down now!"

Qin Lu nestled his head on the sofa and smiled.

Pei Jiangsheng quickly heated up the scene, and after the hi-fi, Xu Zheran knew what he wanted to do as soon as the prelude to the next song played.

After singing the crazy hi song, Pei Jiangsheng chose a recent super popular girl group song, opened the original singing and dancing, and the dance was pretty good, but the flip-flops were very playful.

Qin Lu had a stomachache from Pei Jiangsheng's laughter all night. He went to the kitchen halfway to marinate the chicken wings to be fried at noon tomorrow, wrap it in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

Xu Zheran's always favorite is fried chicken, but he is troubled by his easy-to-fat physique, and he usually lives an ascetic life. As you get older, your metabolism will slow down and it will be harder to lose weight, but you will look better if you lose weight.

Qin Lu knew that Xu Zheran was usually under a lot of pressure to lose weight, so it was rare to come here to relax for two days, so he could at least have a good meal to treat himself.

"Why did you go?" Xu Zheran was singing just now. He saw Qin Lu coming back from outside and asked curiously. Qin Lu raised the plate in his hand and replied with a smile, "Cut a fruit plate."

Xu Zheran had no doubts, nodded and gave Qin Lu the microphone, "You can sing one too, Hualin also sang it just now, I can't persuade Yu Zifei."

"Yeah." Qin Lu took the mic and stepped over the coffee table. After selecting the song, he handed the other mic to Yu Zifei. At this time, the song was cut and the violin prelude played.

Yu Zifei's song.

Qin Lu and his friends sat down on the slightly cramped sofa, leaning on the sofa and singing a song written by Yu Zifei.

"The afterglow of the sunset falls on the golden ginkgo leaves"

"You said next year"

"It's not the same autumn anymore"

After Qin Lu sang the last sentence of the first paragraph, he turned his head to look at Yu Zifei with a smile while singing. Yu Zifei, who had never spoken, raised the microphone and took the next sentence.

"Romantic looking brilliant gold"

"Will be withered in the next moment"

"You said that the four seasons have its philosophy"

"Take it off and make a bookmark"

The two quietly sang a song together, the song passed through the calm lake, followed the wind blowing through the leaves, and crossed the summer through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Year by year.

They sang some sleepy eyes and said good night to each other and went back to the room to wash and rest. The no-man’s land far away from the bustling city was quiet and noisy, and they could hear the chirping of insects and the rustling of the wind blowing through the mountains and forests.

The next morning, when Xu Zheran woke up, the seat next to him was already empty. He closed his eyes in confusion and patted the place where Qin Lu slept last night. There was no temperature, and he had obviously been up for a while.

He yawned and put on a sweater. After washing, he didn't wake up much. He drifted sleepily into the living room without seeing Qin Lu, then drifted to the kitchen, leaned on the door frame and rubbed his eyes, "Morning."

Qin Lu took the spatula and looked back refreshed: "Morning."

For breakfast, Qin Lu cooked porridge, and then made two fried eggs per person.

"Do you want to eat bacon?" Qin Lu thought it might be a bit too crude, so he checked the ingredients.

Xu Zheran got a lot of energy when he mentioned eating, and nodded: "Eat."

Qin Lu smiled, apparently noticing that Xu Zheran hadn't woken up at all: "go to the sofa and sit for a while, it'll be fine in a while."

So Xu Zheran just got up with difficulty, and then slumped on the sofa peacefully.

After everyone got up one after another, they had breakfast together. Pei Jiangsheng lamented that he had never felt so comfortable in 800 years. He could sleep until he woke up naturally, and after getting up, he still had breakfast made by Qin Lu.

But at noon, when he smelled the aroma and found that Qin Lu was making fried chicken, Xu Zheran died of joy, but Qin Lu refused to help, and still watched the whole process, unable to drive away.

That's fried chicken!

fried chicken! ! !

This is the first time Xu Zheran smells the aroma of fried chicken after almost a year. In fact, Xu Zheran felt that it was difficult to endure only the boiled set meal for a long time. His happiness was greatly compressed, and because he did not eat carbohydrates, he often felt that he was not full.

Originally, Xu Zheran's favorite thing was to eat, but recently he often can't eat at all, and he loses his appetite when he sees the boiled set meal.

Qin Lu fried five people, so the fried chicken that looked like a hill gave Xu Zheran a strong sense of healing.

Pei Jiangsheng looked at Xu Zheran: "I didn't notice last night, you seem thinner than when I saw you before?"

Xu Zheran happily took a bite of the fried chicken, showing a happy look: "Thank you, so you can tell the truth. But I haven't seen you for about four or five years. Can you still remember me being fat and thin?"

Pei Jiangsheng: "...Although I seem to have met you backstage during the New Year's Eve two years ago, it makes sense!"

Xu Zheran bit the fried chicken and said vaguely: "It's okay, I like others to praise me for being thin."

Pei Jiangsheng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, little fat man."

Xu Zheran raised his eyes gloomily: "...you really still need to be beaten."

Qin Lu lowered his head and smiled for a while, then shook his head and said, "Don't talk to the two of you when you eat, and then talk after you eat."

In the afternoon, Qin Lu had nothing to do. He wandered over to the pile of wood he saw in the yard yesterday, checked some design drawings on the Internet, studied it carefully for a while, and decided to try to make something.