As a person, sometimes the words he says are too straight for anyone to catch.

This is still the case for a bunch of men with bad mouths in the past, not to mention Yin Guo, who has always spoken kindly. However, she has learned to be good, and she just depends on the scenery.

"No more words?" The man beside her was still teasing her.

Get it cheap and sell it well... Yin Guo pointed to the car window and changed the subject: "Look, the rain seems to be less."

Lin Yiyang was still smiling.

Forget it, don't tease her anymore, if you're in a hurry, you still have to coax her back.

The watermarks on the windshield are getting smaller and smaller, much better than before.

The rain on the island has always come as soon as you say it, and there is no reluctance to leave it. Ten minutes later, the sky cleared and the sun was dazzling.

His original plan was to go to the station first, see that she was in good spirits, and temporarily changed his mind. Drive her straight to the dormant volcano more than 4,000 meters above sea level.

Before going up the mountain, he left a private dressing room for Yin Guo and asked her to put on thick clothes first. He was alone on the edge of the road, with his back to the car, looking at the vast grassy hillside. The landscape here is much better, at least the land is no longer charred cooling magma, but large swaths of green grass and half-dry bushes.

There are no beasts on the big island, and the direct result of the ecological imbalance is that there are too many wild goats.

When Yin Guo was buttoning the waistband of his jeans, he kept looking through the car window at the flocks of wild goats. There were hundreds of them, nibbling on the undulating grass, and there were goats' bones in the depression not far away.

"Rainbow." Yin Guo jumped out of the car and pointed to the neon across the mountains in the distance to show him.

This was the first rainbow she had seen on the island, and after a few hours, the seventh rainbow was no longer uncommon.

"This is the Rainbow State," he pointed to a car that had just passed by, and asked Yin Guo to carefully look at the license plate, except for the number, it was a rainbow sign, "You can try to see several times a day, people around me. At most fourteen times a day."

It's not fresh anymore.

After a short rest at the foot of the mountain, the two first went to the visitor center of more than 2,000 meters and drank hot drinks to keep warm. He wanted Yin Guo to get used to it for half an hour, so as not to rush to the plateau and his body could not stand it.

Seeing that she responded well, he was relieved to take her to the peak of more than 4,000 meters.

The higher you go, the worse the road conditions are. It's all sand and no guardrails protect it. Fortunately, he had experience, rented a four-wheel-drive off-road vehicle, and had good climbing ability, and he was also good at driving on mountain roads, and he reached the peak at noon very smoothly.

In the cold wind close to minus zero, Lin Yiyang pulled her and then climbed to the top of the mountain. The snow in April was so thin that the soil could not be covered in some places, and all that was exposed was brown volcanic soil.

This is the closest place on Earth to the Martian landscape. Above the clouds, it is desolate and quiet.

Lin Yiyang was looking for an angle to let her see the distant active crater, and in the distance, she could see the crimson flames with white smoke at the end of the mountain. In front of you, on this peak, there are more than a dozen spheres and cylindrical white buildings scattered on the undulating peaks. Is it the only equipment on this peak? Or a building?

"This is the observatory." Lin Yiyang told her.

She saw the observatory up close for the first time, and it was very novel.

There are mountaineering tour groups that come up regularly, and the tour guide is pointing at the observatory to give a detailed explanation to the tourists. It is said that this is one of the best astronomical observation points in the world. Because of its good latitude, it can see all the stars in the northern hemisphere and more than 80% of the southern hemisphere.

The tour guide finally concluded: This is the closest place to the sky.

It is not the real distance, but the pureness of the starry sky is amazing. When you look up at night, the arched Milky Way seems to be right in front of you, within reach.

Yin Guojun listened with relish and asked him in a low voice, "Do you just use these telescopes to look at the stars at night?"

"The observatory can't go in," he said, "and the top of the mountain can't keep people after dark, so that the observatory can work."

If you want to see the stars, you can do it anywhere on the island, unless you are an astronomer who will bring your own telescope, or line up at the visitor center to use the telescope there.

He also brought her here to show her the Milky Way.

But it's night time.

The top of the mountain is too cold and the altitude is too high to stay for a long time.

He pulled down the zipper of his mountaineering jacket, took it off, wrapped her directly in the mountaineering jacket, and then rubbed her hands in the palm of his hand: "Does it have a headache?"

Yin Guo shook his head, gasping for breath, but it was okay.

Lin Yiyang took her back to the car, turned on the maximum air conditioner to keep her warm, and left for a short time. When he entered the off-road vehicle again, it brought not only the cold wind, but also the snow debris left on his sleeves.

He started the car, took off the watch on his left wrist, and handed it to her: "Put it on."

what to do?

"Look at the time," he said, "and take you down to the horizon in three hours."

She didn't quite understand it at first.

After Lin Yiyang drove her down the mountain, he kept stepping on the accelerator. The speed of the car was much faster than when he came. At first, it was fine on the mountain, but when he reached the flat ground, he was completely racing.

The altitude has been falling, and the temperature has been rising, from zero to more than 30 degrees.

In addition to changing their summer clothes midway, the two also filled up the car's fuel tank at the gas station, and never stopped the car again. Two hours and seventeen minutes later, the car pulled up to the coast.

She got out of the car with bare feet, ran to the trunk to find a backpack, and pulled out flip-flops. Before I could wear it, Lin Yiyang had already put up a dark blue incubator in the trunk: "Don't wear it, go to the beach."

She was carrying slippers in one hand, and he was pulling the other hand, and she ran down a sandy path. On a hot day of more than 30 degrees, the torches on the wooden shelves were burning in clusters by the coast.

The blue incubator was put on the beach by him.

Yin Guo thought it was an ice-cold drink, but as soon as he opened the box, a white air-conditioning transpired.

It was a box full of crushed snow. He actually brought down the snow at an altitude of more than 4,000 meters. The car was driven like a desperado just for this box of snow?

Tourists from far and near come here.

He originally planned to rent a pickup truck, bring a car down slowly, get her on the beach and let her build a snowman. However, I changed my mind later. First, there was less snow on the top of the mountain at this time. Second, it was too troublesome to load the car, and I lost my surprise.

"Not much, just play." He said, and poured it all on the sand, turning it into a small snowdrift.

Yin Guo watched the snow melt in front of her eyes. Although it was pressed hard, she couldn't stand the baptism in the high temperature of more than 30 degrees. She hurriedly rescued the snow on the beach: "It's going to melt, what should I do if it melts?"

He was sitting in the shade of a tree, hugging his knees like a normal person, and watching her cry the snow melted, while trying desperately to hold the snow back, he was watched from a distance like a madman.

He watched the snow melt, soaked in sand.

She finally put her arms around his neck, no matter how much sweat he had on his body or how much sand she had on her hands, she just wouldn't let go when she hugged him. How can there be such a man, who will take you up the snowy mountains, then drive to the midsummer beach in the center of the Pacific Ocean, beside a bunch of torches, let you give it to you on the beach, among tourists in bikinis and swimming trunks, and in front of everyone. You have a whole box of winter snow.

He patted his back lightly, with connivance and comfort.

Some people next to me are saying that this is the crushed ice from which cold drink store, and some people guess that this is dry ice, and they were refuted that dry ice cannot be touched... Various speculations, no one knows them, and no one will guess the answer.

Lin Yiyang's hand slid down and placed it on the edge of the hot pants pocket of the girl in front of him. Slowly, he gently slid along the sewing thread along the edge: "Are you happy?" He asked her, who was hugging him.

"Hmm." Delighted.

If he was asked to pull a pickup of snow here, he would not be so happy with the concave mood like a lunatic. When you like someone, everything you do seems to please her, but it's not to please yourself.

Seeing her happy makes him even happier.

The empty incubator was beside the two of them, and after a while, the snow water inside evaporated.

Lin Yiyang went to buy her a pineapple smoothie and came back to relieve the heat. Yin Guo held a pineapple shell and sat on the beach to watch people surfing. Sweat rolled down from her face, bit her straw, and wanted to smile at him every ten seconds.

Later, unable to sit still, he dropped the pineapple, stepped on the sand in front of him, one foot deep and one shallow, and walked around him again and again, as if the stars were revolving around the sun.

After a few turns, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her ankle on the fine sand: "Aren't you afraid of fainting?"

Yin Guo shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled, and was forcibly grabbed by him and fell down in front of him.

She looked at him eagerly, her temples and bangs on her forehead were soaked, sweat dripped down from the right temple, flowed down her neck, and entered her round neckline.

Lin Yiyang could imagine how the sweat flowed into her clothes and flowed in front of her.

"What are you thinking? Don't talk." Yin Guo asked him.

The smile has never dissipated since the snow mountain, and it has been blooming on her face.

"I'm thinking," Lin Yiyang put his hand on her hot pants, "you."

His palms were hot, and fine sand was rubbing against her skin.

"I was thinking," he added, "that you should get some sleep."

Anyway, at this time, it's too late to go back to the mountain to watch the sunset. It's better to go to the station, rest first, and then go out at night to see the sunrise from the starry sky.

"Go?" he asked.

She nodded, and went everywhere, to the ends of the earth with him.

Lin Yiyang booked a big-bed tent in a small town, in the jungle.

On the way there, she kept her mind open, opened the car window, and the hot air blew into the car, which did not appear to be cool, but brought the heat and humidity unique to the island, as well as the sticky sweat on the skin.

The car was parked on the grass in front of the tent. Yin Guo used her feet to find flip-flops in front of the seat. Before she could put them on, Lin Yiyang had already bent over to go into the car, wrapped her back and leg sockets, and pulled her out of the car. hugged out.

Yin Guo put his arms around his neck, saw two umbrellas floating by his side, and saw three girls looking back, more embarrassed: "I'll go by myself."

"It's raining, you walk too slowly."

Rain again, rain on the Pacific.

Within two minutes, Lin Yiyang stepped into the tent on the edge of the jungle, pushed her legs against the three wooden folding chairs in the way, and put her on the bed. In the humid jungle, the sheets and bedding are also damp.

There were even frogs chirping.

Sleeping in the tent in the jungle, the smell of soil in the rain, coupled with the sound of the rain on the roof, gave her the illusion of being in the open air and being watched: "Will there be a lot of bugs here at night? And mosquitoes?"

How much girls care about bugs, even Lin Yiyang, who has never had a girlfriend in the past, has deeply understood it since kindergarten. He directly quelled her fear: "If you don't sleep in the tent at night, I will let you make up your sleep here."

"Isn't it a waste to book a tent?"

They didn't come until it was getting dark, and it was a waste of time to be empty all night.

When she was discussing this with him, her legs were pressed against the quilt and dangling back and forth under his nose. Lin Yiyang really planned to let her sleep for a while, after all, after a long flight, after playing for a day, her stamina was already exhausted.

His plans are elsewhere, and the folding chair by the bed is his resting place. Can receive mail, do business. But now... her legs are really white and thin, thin but not revealing, and even when her knees are slightly bent, they are beautifully curved.

The rain was getting heavier, beating against the tent roof.

Yin Guo looked up at the ceiling, thinking that the tent might not be suitable for rainy days and would be noisy. Gradually, there was a burst of heat on her body, through the clothes, or directly on the skin.

Drowsiness decomposes people's willpower, it is easy to be taken away, and it will go wrong.

The tent door was closed, but not pulled firmly. A slight wind poured in from the open tent door, and he took the quilt out from under her and covered her.

"Hot," she muttered, sultry and humid, covered in a quilt, like torture.

"If you don't cover it, you can see it outside."

"...Why don't you pull it up?"

too lazy to move.

She was in Lin Yiyang's arms, adjusted her posture, put her face in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll sleep for a while, ten minutes... just fine."

These were the last words she said before going to bed.

Confused, Lin Yiyang put what looked like two rubber band loops on her ankles and wrists. She frowned and rubbed the loops on her wrists. She didn't want to loosen them, it was too tight. This was the last movement she made before falling asleep.

"Mosquito ring, the child wears it. I think it looks good and I bought it for you to try." These were the last words she heard him say before going to bed.