Logical Aesthetics Chapter 71

Chapter 71

<<"Giving wine is for permission to getting married, and cooking it is to agree to get married.">>

    From the corner of the boulevard, a half-curtain curtain was opened to look into the backside. There were lush forest leaves and the water mist was trans pirating. It was more like a cut-out Moriyama back garden. The area of ​​the hot spring was really not large, but it was more than enough for family’s private use. Some big or small stones were arranged, and the other end of the spring wall was close to the cliff, and the view was very wide.

    The whole hot spring was backed by the peak, open under the sky and hidden in the rugged mountain forest. The mud beside the spring was moist, sprinkled with pebbles, and meandering all the way to the promenade. On the way, there were a set of small wooden tables and small wooden chairs. The table set with teapots was full of wild fun.

    Zhang Xingzhi: "The spring water comes out of the stone cave, and it is maintained at about 40 degrees all year round."

    Zhong Yi first smelled a slight sulfur smell before approaching it, which was much more reliable than the hot springs that he had soaked in before, and said with a tongue: "How did you find this place ..."

    "Actually, we have a lot of hot springs in Yun Xian County, but they are hidden deep, and no one develops them." After finishing the speech, Zhang Xingzhi helped Zhong Yi to sit on a wooden chair. This set of table and chairs were made by his grandmother and asked Zhong Yi to wait for him there, he went back to get clothes to change into, to get soaked after bathing.

    Looking at the fairyland-like place in front of him, Zhong Yi finally understood thoroughly where the immortality of the old lady came from.

    Facing this kind of scenery every day, was not being a fairy is also a half fairy, which would be troubled by the secular world.

    Zhong Yi's mobile phone had been kept silent for a whole day. He only looked at it twice when he remembered it. The frequency of digging the phone was getting lower and lower. Anyways, the general framework of the variety group and "Aesthetics 2" has been knocked out. He was having a holiday for himself.

    But when Zhang Xingzhi came back from the room, the person on the stone table was gone.

    Zhang Xingzhi: "Zhong Yi?"

    No one responded.

    Zhang Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, and opened the curtain and took two steps inward, and then he suddenly felt himself sinking behind, two necks with bare arms wrapped around his neck, and a pair of long legs crossed his waist. .

    After being slammed onto his back, Zhang Xingzhi not only stood firm and steady, but even touched him with a backhand, and found that Zhong Yi was only wearing a bathrobe, and the water on his body had not yet been dried.

    Zhang Xingzhi: "Washed first?"

    Zhong Yi laughed on his back: "It's not good to wait for you to wash."

    Zhang Xingzhi didn't know when he started to become so smiley, and he walked towards the promenade room opposite the hot spring with his lips over the other person’s: "Then are you going to wait for me to wash outside now?"

    The person on the back tilted his lips: "What's the point of waiting outside? Isn't it good to see if you wash it? I think the little bench made by your grandma is good."

    Zhong Yi said that it was true.

    Carrying a small bench and plugging it in the shower door, he tasted it with a taste, and the bathrobe hung on the body with a bulge, starting from undressing with his predecessor.

    Zhang Xingzhi didn't respond at first, but he didn't know whether it was his psychological effect. He always felt that Zhong Yi's gaze was too substantial. Every time he swept a place on him, he would cause a slight shudder in one place.

    Especially when he started to apply body wash on himself. Zhong Yi's gaze followed his big palm tightly, gently, naked, and as if there was no land, as if to touch him in person, Zhang Xingzhi could not stand it almost immediately.

    Zhong Yi rested his chin on both hands and sat quietly on the small bench, watching Zhang Xingzhi change naturally.

    Upon receiving Zhang Xingzhi's gaze, Zhong Yi blinked immediately, ten fingers lightly laid on his cheek and looked at Zhang Xiaozhi innocently, "This should be worthy of me? I didn't do anything." "

    The voice fell, and Zhang Xiaozhi, who was straight, swelled a little bit with the naked eye.

    The expression on the face next time was even more innocent, and when he raised his hands innocently, Zhang Xingzhi, who was bent down suddenly, carried his shoulders.

    The shower was turned on, the hot water fell, and Zhong Yi was full, and the bathrobe on his body was also heavy. Zhang Xingzhi hugged him and simply washed himself away, and walked straight towards the hot spring outside, while holding a his hair trimmer.

    "Soak first, soak after finishing." Zhang Xingzhi told Zhong Yi so.

    As a result, Zhong Yi softened as soon as he got into the water. He held the stone built by the spring and smirked a little bit: "You used to soak in the hot spring?"

    The spring water was very comfortable on the body. The depth of the water was probably up to the position of Zhong Yi's lower abdomen. Although it is summer, the temperature in the mountains was low at night. When you go, the whole person was warm. It was a round facing the sky. The gigantic moon.

    Appreciation of the heart, but also pleasing to the eye.

    Zhang Xingzhi was now a skilled artisan. With the hot spring water, it was a flip action. During the period, he did not forget to take Zhong Yi to watch the scenery under the cliff. From the fear of Zhong Yi getting scared, he framed the person between the spring wall and the chest. He rushed down to look together, the cross-section here looked narrow, but in reality, there was still a certain distance.

    In the past few days, the two had been sleeping in separate rooms. From time to time, they also cared about the old lady. They rarely left traces on their bodies. Zhong Yi thought that this person did not slap him this time because of this. In response, the man asked him if he wanted to take a photo before the scraping.

    Zhong Yi: "?"

    Zhong Yi: "You just brought the camera over?"

    He had now been trained by Zhang Xingzhi to be a little bit poisonous to such things as "fear of heights." He was lying lazily on the hot spring stone at the moment, looking down at a glance of the night mountains and sea under the mountains, and his head was still close to the moon.

    Zhang Xingzhi's chin rested on Zhong Yi's shoulder, and he started playing with Zhong Yi's body, which had solidified into a gel-like floating object on the side of the water, and asked: "Will you take a picture?"

    Zhong Yi was amused by the child's childishness, and he even tugged with him to float, and teased: "Why, did you finish hanging it in your photo room?"

    Zhang Xingzhi: "It's not impossible."

    Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow: "How do I remember someone saying that they don't like portraits?"

    Zhang Xingzhi remains rigorous: "I hadn't met my favorite for the time being."

    Zhong Yi turned around and enclosed Xingzhi's neck and said generously: "Then it happened, I just paid back the photo that I promised to pay you back.”

    With Zhong Yi's action, Zhang Xingzhi's stuff was also pulled out.

    He looked at the two or three dots that appeared again on the water, and his eyes became deeper: "It isn’t clear."

    A piece of cloth, a hot spring, and a full moon.

    The beauty had long hair, his face was curled up, and his fringe was crooked slightly. He stood on his back in the moonlight and looked back at the camera. His straight bridge of the nose connected to his elegant jaw, and his bathrobe was as thin as a cicada stick wet. On the body, it looked sexy.

    In the view finder of the camera, every time Zhong Yi took a step forward, the water surface would make layers of microwaves, and the water vapor was circling back and forth. As he walked step by step to the steps repaired by the spring, his good figure was a little out of the water, the water gurgled in his ears, and the drops of water trickled down into the pool along his long fingers hanging on his side.

    The last picture taken by Zhang Xingzhi was a picture of Zhong Yi finally standing on the edge of the cliff on the hot spring stone edge.

    In the background, a huge bright moon, mountains and sea of clouds in the distance, and his beautiful skin that was half-naked by the eyes set like a god in the moonlight.

    If Zhong Yi knew a few days ago, he would not even dare to stand in that place.

    But Zhong Yi didn't understand: "So you directed me to shoot for a long time, and really just captured my hair? What does this have to do with shaving?"

    Zhang · with eyes that could deceive a few · Xingzhi said without blinking: "Artistic mood."

    Zhong Yi: "............"

    Zhang Xingzhi: "It's okay to go back to the room and shoot."

    Zhong Yi: "?"

    Zhong Yi felt like he was being deceived by an honest person.

    Zhong Yi also said, "You pushed and pushed two, obviously you already planned it, would you show me the hair trimmer?"

    Zhang Xingzhi immediately started deaf and dumb mode: "Want to listen to me playing the piano?"

    Zhong Yi: "?"

    Zhong Yi thought about it for a bit and thought that this proposal was very good.

    Just after soaking in the hot spring, he felt too lazy to wear clothes. The two were like greedy children who ran away with a clean bathrobe.

    The piano room, as the name suggested, had a piano, in a room, no matter how many windows were opened on the outside wall to see the moon, following Zhang Xingzhi’ s exaggerated simple style.

    Zhong Yi sat side by side with Zhang Xingzhi on the piano chair, and once again wondered: "Why do you have so many things? Are you interested in learning?"

    Zhang Xingzhi shook his head: "My grandma wanted me to learn, but I was interested as well."

    Speaking of this, Zhong Yi couldn't help wondering and turned to look at him: "Yeah, didn't Dean Jiang say that your old lady was still waiting to hug your son, how could she let you be so open with a man? "

    Zhang Xingzhi’ s hands were lifting the piano cover: "Actually, our family doesn't care much about what happens next."

    Zhong Yi: "?"

    Zhong Yi: "Are they so cool?"

    Zhang Xingzhi also looked at him: "If you don't pay attention to this, you can't control it after at all."

    There are things that you know you can manage for a while, but you can't control them for a lifetime, so why bother at all.

    Everyone understood the truth, but there were only a few people that could really achieve it.

    "Your family is alive and well." Zhong Yi felt suddenly remembered something, suspected, "Even then you did not dare to tell your grandma before?"

    Zhang Xingzhi stopped for a moment: "I'm not afraid to say, I just want to be more formal."

    Zhong Yi didn't look at him a bit angrily: "Show your old lady a scarf, how is it official?"

    At first Zhong Yi hadn't noticed the scarf. It was after moving to Zhang Xingzhi's room that he couldn't find the silk scarf. Then he suddenly remembered the same scarf was on the old lady's neck.

    Thanks to Zhang Xingzhi's anxiety, he was afraid of revealing the truth. As a result, he hadn't even entered the door yet, and this man's little words had already been brought to the elderly.

    They pierced Zhang Xingzhi and he coughed unnaturally, and finally told the big truth: "I'm was afraid if I told the truth without any precautions, Grandma will drive you out of the house at night."

    Zhong Yi imagined the scenario almost immediately. It was indeed very similar to what the old lady would do. He smiled and said: "Then should I really think about giving your grandma a mulberry wine? Master Zuo told me that day. He said."

    Zhang Xingzhi was concerned about this incident yesterday, but today he had completely forgot about it: "In fact, don't you know what the grass looks like?"

    "I haven't seen it yet; I definitely don't know."

    Zhang Xingzhi: "Actually, when I took you to Zuodao Mountain to see the mountains that day, and the thing that blocked it was the grass."

    Zhong Yi: "?"

    Zhong Yi also tried to recall the scene at that time, and asked him to prove: "Is that the one you asked me to set aside?"

    Zhang Xingzhi nodded.

    He thought that Zhong Yi would be obsessed with not knowing it earlier, but Zhong Yi's focus was not there at all, and he looked at him with difficulty and channeling: "Wasn't that a tree? Why is it called grass?"

    Zhang Xingzhi: "?"

    Zhong Yi's understood immediately: "The tree outside in your yard ..."

    Although, Zhang Xingzhi nodded affirmatively.

    Zhong Yi: "......... OK."

    He hadn't seen it before, but after passing so many times, he glanced at it a few times.

    Its called "Miancao", which is not a tree at all, and the other one that Master Zuo said that they grow in hard-to-reach places, Zhong Yi never thought that the thing that he could not see when he looked up was it.

    "Then ... do I need to do something like that?"

    Zhong Yi thought about the actual situation with Zhang Xingzhi, but left and right digging corners of his grandchildren, he always had to do his duty.

    As a result, Zhang Xingzhi stroked the piano key in front of him and said: "In fact, in addition to the habit of delivering grass liquor, Yun County also has the habit of cooking the grass.

    Zhong Yi hesitated for a second: "What do you mean?"

    Zhang Xingzhi: "Wine delivery is to ask for marriage, and to cook it in food is to getting approval to get married."

    Zhong Yi: "Then ..."

    Zhang Xingzhi said slowly: "The green leafy vegetables and the soup that you drank for dinner were all made of the grass."

    Zhong Yi: "...?"

    The author has something to say:

    Teacher Zhong: How are your habits in Yun County add up more than the two of us combined?

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