"You can just sit." Yan Shuwang tapped on the tent. He tied his hair up so that only a vest was left. There were lush trees on the mountain, and the shadows of mottled leaves fell on his exposed muscle skin.

Zheng Yu'an was a little dizzy: "You are exercising too much..."

Yan Shu glanced at him, the hammer turned in a circle in his hand, he lifted the hem of his vest to wipe the sweat on his neck, and Zheng Yuan was forced to stare at his abdominal muscles again.

Yan Shuwang couldn't help but laugh.

Zheng Yuan helped her forehead and said that it was impossible, it was too hot today.

In order for the two adult men to sleep, Yan Shuwang's tent must be the largest size, and Zheng Yu'an at the back helped support the top of the tent, and found that the space inside was quite large.

"It will cool down at night." Yan Shuwang took out two thin sleeping bags, "and insect repellent lamps."

Zheng Yu'an was struggling with personal hygiene again: "I really can't take a shower?"

Yan Shuwang: "If you don't want to go down with the mountain spring water."

Zheng Yu'an thought about it, but still didn't have the courage to be naked.

In addition to the tent, Yan Shuwang also brought two deck chairs so that they could rest for a while before preparing to eat in the evening.

Douer was trained, when Yan Shuwang was lying on the chair, he lay quietly beside him, Zheng Yuan couldn't help teasing him with flowers and plants, the dog was not cold, and ran over to play with Zheng Yuan for a while. .

Yan Shuwang suddenly called out, "Douer."

The dog ran back immediately.

The person who called him was fine, he touched the dog's head and continued to fall asleep.

Zheng Yuanan teased the dog back again, but not long after, Yan Shuwang began to call the dog again.

Douer ran around four or five times, and Zheng Yuan quit.

He said you were jealous.

Yan Shuwang closed his eyes and asked lazily, "What am I jealous of?"

Zheng Yu'an: "The jealous dog likes me."

Yan Shuwang opened one eye and looked at him, not knowing whether it was a joke or serious, he said, "I'm jealous that you like dogs."

Zheng Yu'an choked and said that I can't keep calling you over.

Yan Shuwang pointed at him and said, "You shout.

Zheng Yu'an held Douer and really called his name.

Yan Shuwang didn't move, so Zheng Yuan called again.

"Yan Shuwang." He was a little proud, "Why are you blushing, why didn't you come?"

This naive question of "people come or dogs go" finally ended with two reclining chairs put together. Yan Shuwang took a thin blanket and covered them with Dou'er lying at their feet.

Zheng Yuan didn't remember when he fell asleep. When he woke up in a daze, Yan Shuwang seemed to be talking to someone. He stood up holding the blanket and saw a young couple not far away with a bowl of fresh food. Matsutake is chatting with Yan Shuwang.

Zheng Yu'an was still a little lost in sleep, and his eyes were dazed. The young wife found him awake first, and smiled and nodded at him from a distance.

Zheng Yuan took a while to react before he realized it. He subconsciously arranged his hairstyle, and Yan Shuwang had come back with the basin.

"Friend?" Zheng Yuan asked him.

Yan Shuwang: "I used to see people who were often in camping, and they would help each other when they were familiar with each other."

Zheng Yu'an: "Then what did you give them?"

Yan Shuwang seemed to smile and said, "Give them half of your fruit."

Zheng Yu'an: "..."

Yan Shuwang still complained: "You have brought too much, it's like a spring outing for children."

Naturally, there is no need to have a lot of cooking in the wild. It is most suitable for stewing in a big way. It tastes good when you are full. When Zheng Yu'an was looking through the bag, he found that he also brought hot pot base.

Yan Shuwang was completely convinced: "You are Doraemon."

Zheng Yu'an felt that he was very powerful: "You told me not to bring anything, it's not right."

As soon as the hot pot was cooked, almost all the people who came to camp from all directions smelled it, and finally it turned out to be a big pot of rice.

"Are you Mr. Yan's friend?" The young couple who gave to Matsutake before, the husband is a banker, and the wife is a lively girl, and they asked Zheng Yu'an inadvertently when chatting with them.

Zheng Yuan nodded.

The girl rejoiced and said, "That's great, you guys are a perfect match."

Zheng Yuan was stunned for a while before realizing what the other party was referring to. He glanced at Yan Shuwang who was smoking with several other husbands, and after a while, he whispered, "Thank you."

Among this group of people, Zheng Yuan didn't know if everyone knew about Yan Shuwang's sexual orientation, but no one showed any particular disgust, so he just put on a calm look, generous and uncompromising.

After almost all of them were gone, Yan Shuwang suddenly asked, "Did Xiao Qi say something?"

Zheng Yu'an thought it was over long ago, so he didn't quite understand: "What's wrong?"

Yan Shu looked at him: "It's okay if you don't admit it, Xiao Qi won't talk nonsense."

Zheng Yuan frowned slowly: "What are you talking about? What do you mean by admitting or not?"

Yan Shuwang raised his hands, he seemed helpless, took a "surrender" gesture, and sighed: "I'm not trying to find fault with you, don't be angry."

Zheng Yu'an can't talk about being angry or not angry, he just feels that he is full of grievances and sorrows, but he doesn't understand the grievances, and he can't tell others about the sorrows.

After Yan Shuwang finished packing, he got into the tent. Zheng Yuan was already lying down. He didn't fall asleep, but he turned his head to the person in a fit of anger, staring at the scenery outside the tent.

The night sky in the mountains was clear and cloudless, and the moon and stars were clean. Zheng Yuan only felt that the nebula above his head were so dense and dazzling.

Yan Shuwang's tone seemed to have nothing to do with him: "Why didn't I find you so stingy before."