very close to the clouds

Chapter 32

In all fairness, Cang La is a warm, kind, and informal girl. She completely treats Shen Yanbai as a guest who came to travel, completely unaware that in Shen Yanbai's mind, the two should be regarded as rivals in love—yes, rivals in love, no matter what What is the reason why he likes Jiang Zhongyu? It's all because of his liking.

"From this place, you can see the snow-capped mountains." Cang La introduced, "It can be regarded as a viewing platform."

Shen Yanbai looked along the place Cang La pointed, and indeed the endless snow-capped mountains came into view, and he felt cold at first sight, Shen Yanbai couldn't help wrapping his coat tightly.

"You seem to be very afraid of the cold," Cang La said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen a man so afraid of the cold."

"A bit."

Shen Yanbai has been afraid of the cold since he was very young. It's not that he has stayed in places below zero, and he has even lived, but every time winter comes, he feels that his body is pressed to the pause button, what to do? Everything reacts slowly, like a hibernating animal.

The county town is not big, and there are only two or three streets in total. The two of them walked around for less than two hours, and Cang La found a place to have lunch.

There were no cars on the road, and it looked a little calm.

When crossing the street, Cang La deliberately slowed down and waited for Shen Yanbai to join him, but just as she stopped and looked back, a man bumped into her suddenly behind her, and stopped there without even saying an apology.

Cang La frowned slightly, and looked back, his expression changed instantly.

The two should know each other, the man showed her an inexplicable smile and said "Long time no see".

Cang La subconsciously stepped back and bumped into Shen Yanbai's shoulder, and Shen Yanbai also subconsciously held her shoulder: "What's wrong?"

With a pale face, Cang La grabbed Shen Yanbai's sleeve and said, "Let's go eat first."

Her movements were stiff, and she didn't even dare to look at the man, but when the two of them passed him by, Shen Yanbai clearly heard the man say: "You little girl, why are you pretending not to know me?"

Cang La didn't even look back.

Shen Yanbai was a little curious, but his self-cultivation prevented him from inquiring about Cang La's privacy shamelessly. Even though Cang La's performance was a little out of control, Shen Yanbai never asked.

After lunch, Cang La had no intention of going shopping anymore, and Shen Yanbai also wanted to go back to rest, so the two headed home directly.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yanbai sat on the window sill of the room and saw that Jiang Zhongyu had returned not far away, holding a basket in his hand with several empty bowls on it. Shen Yanbai noticed that there was still a small stack of bowls. paper money.

Is this a cemetery visit?

Putting the phone back into his pocket, Shen Yanbai jumped off the window sill and ran downstairs quickly.

When he came out of the corridor, he stopped, slowed down, and calmed down his breathing.

Jiang Zhongyu walked in with a basket: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Shen Yanbai pretended to be flat and replied, "You also answered?"

"Where's Cangla?" Jiang Zhongyu asked her.

Shen Yanbai paused, glanced at him, and said, "I don't know, it should be on top."

"Success." Jiang Zhongyu didn't say much, put the basket on and went upstairs, and it looked like he was running for Cangla.

Shen Yanbai suddenly felt that the way he ran down impatiently just now was a bit stupid, because the person he wanted to see might not necessarily want to see him.

What other people say and think in their hearts is actually another person.

It's normal, Jiang Zhongyu is a straight man, I really don't know what he is expecting.

Within 2 minutes, Jiang Zhongyu came down again.

Seeing that Shen Yanbai was still sitting in the living room, Jiang Zhongyu asked casually: "They are going to have a fire party tonight, do you want to attend?"

Shen Yanbai hesitated for a moment.

"You must feel the local characteristics!" Jiang Zhongyu persuaded, "Otherwise, what are you doing here? Did you lie down in another place?"

Shen Yanbai felt that what he said was quite reasonable, so he nodded: "Okay."

In autumn on the plateau, it gets dark very early. Before seven o’clock, it’s almost impossible to see the road without lights.After Xue Yi and another chubby local person lit up the bonfire, the temperature outside suddenly rose a bit. Shen Yanbai sat down beside the fire silently with his neck curled up, and only then did he feel a little more comfortable all over.

Everyone else was busy with the matter at hand, and Shen Yanbai was the only one busy by the fire.

Xue Yi couldn't understand him like this, and ran on him openly and secretly, talking loudly to Cang La: "Did he pay the money? Don't do anything."

Shen Yanbai just pretended he didn't hear it, it went in his left ear and out in his right ear.

Skewing barbecue, dirty hands and fishy smell, lighting a fire, he doesn't even know how to clean up the table and chairs, too lazy to move... Counting down, Shen Yanbai didn't find a thing suitable for him to do, so he just sat there and warmed the fire.

Cang La spoke for Shen Yanbai: "He is a guest."

"The guest can do nothing?" Xue Yi snorted dissatisfied.

Shen Yanbai raised his hand seriously and put it in front of the fire.

Xue Yi said again: "Is this true deafness or is it fake..." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhongyu slapped him on the forehead.

"Say less." Jiang Zhongyu said, "Shen Yanbai, come here."

"What?" Shen Yanbai turned to look at him.

"Help me chop vegetables."

Shen Yanbai thought about it, and the vegetable cutting seemed to be okay.So he stood up and walked towards Jiang Zhongyu.

Jiangzhongyu's skewers are very well skewered, and they look similar to those bought outside.Shen Yanbai was dumbfounded: "You can also grill skewers."

"A little bit." Jiang Zhongyu handed him the kitchen knife, "Anyone who knows how to cook should also know how to cook a little skewer."

Shen Yanbai held the handle with both hands, looking at a loss, Jiang Zhongyu suddenly became a little worried: "Forget it, you should spread the material for me."

"How?"

"This is sesame, this is salt," Jiang Zhongyu said, "When I said to sprinkle, you just lift it up and sprinkle some."

Shen Yanbai nodded simply: "Okay, this job suits me."

Jiang Zhongyu looked at him and smiled, "Hey" and said, "You really know how to be lazy."

"Didn't I come here to work?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhongyu nodded approvingly, "You are awesome."

Like coaxing a child, Shen Yanbai inexplicably felt that his earlobe was burning.

After Jiang Zhongyu prepared the ingredients, he held the meat and vegetables in front of Shen Yanbai, and Shen Yanbai sprinkled white salt or white sesame seeds. The two cooperated tacitly. For the first time, Shen Yanbai felt that he was cooking. Seems like he has a little bit of talent.

Soon Jiang Zhongyu got a big plate full, and almost all the dishes had Shen Yanbai's trophies—salt and sesame seeds.

Raising his hand trembling all the time, Shen Yanbai's hand was also a little sore, he lifted it up and rubbed his face, shaking it a few times before he felt better.

"It's almost enough to eat." Jiang Zhongyu said and covered the things with plastic wrap. Everything was done, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"Then I'm done too?"

"Well, it's over." Seeing Shen Yanbai's appearance at the moment, Jiang Zhongyu couldn't help curling his lips into a chuckle.

Shen Yanbai frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Zhongyu stretched out his hand, his rough thumb slid across his face, and the warmth of his fingertips left a slight warmth on his cheek.

Jiang Zhongyu wiped the sesame seeds on his fingertips, withdrew his hand and put it in front of his lips, stuck out his tongue and licked it lightly, tasted: "It's quite sweet."