The red maple covered the sky and the sun was covered. Occasionally, the sunlight penetrated the layers of maple leaves and reflected on the ground, and the ground was also covered with maple leaves. When you look up, the whole world is red.

The forest is very quiet. Apart from the rustling sound of stepping on maple leaves, the occasional sound of birds is used as embellishment.

Being in it, the troubles in the world dissipated completely, as if they had arrived in a paradise.

His shoulders are not wide and even a little thin, but they are tall and strong, giving people an inexplicable sense of security. His hair is very dark and bright, and it is more beautiful than girls' hair. The smell on his body smells very nice and refreshing. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. The smell comes to her nose, making her face flush unconsciously and her chest bump into her.

Ye Zixuan lay peacefully on his back, leaned her head gently on his shoulder, slowly closed her eyes, and quietly breathed the pleasant smell. The entangled heart quietly relaxed, and the shyness on her face gradually faded away, and she replaced it with a sweet and happy smile.

The entire time and space seem to be frozen in this way, and the only feeling at this moment in the world is the most real.

She hoped that the mountain road would have no end, so she would just lie on his shoulders and let him go, no matter where he would go.

Just never stay!

Ye Zixuan's body was very soft, and tenderness came from her back. Feeling Ye Zixuan's actions, Lu Shanmin's face showed a hint of bitterness, and a deep feeling of guilt surged in his heart.

Grandpa has been pursuing the four words "just seek peace of mind" all his life. Everything he has done since he arrived in Donghai is measured by these four words. Even though he has violated Zuoqiu's obviously correct opinions several times, he insists on "just seek peace of mind".

But this time, he was destined to do something that he couldn't feel at ease.

In an open land on the top of the mountain, Xiao Zijian slapped the folding fan with one hand and the other behind him. Looking at the red maple at the foot of the mountain, he felt a lot of emotion. He couldn't help but recite a poem:

"The rock path in Hanshan is slanted, and there are people in the place where white clouds grow. I park the car and sit in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are redder than the flowers in February."

Aying was busy setting up a tent and a barbecue rack. When she heard Xiao Zijian chanting a poem, she stopped moving and her face turned slightly red.

"Young master, grandpa and uncles and uncles should scold you again when you hear you write such a dirty poem."

"Cough cough" Xiao Zijian frowned and turned his head, "Aying, your words completely ruined the beautiful artistic conception in my heart. This poem was not written by me, nor was it a erotic poem. Young Master, I just felt moved by the scene and recited a poem written by people in the Tang Dynasty."

Aying pursed her lips, looking disbelief.

"Young master, Miss Cousin hasn't arrived yet. Should I go and see it? If something happens, how can we explain to Uncle Ye and Aunt Zhu?"

Xiao Zijian smiled and said, "You don't understand this. You are not afraid of something, you are afraid of nothing. The bigger the thing, the better."

Aying's face was covered in frost and snorted coldly, "Miss Cousin is a fairy-like woman. What's so good about Lu Shanmin? She is not handsome, stupid and has no wits, and she is also entangled with other women. If you hadn't stopped him, I would castrate him with one knife."

"Aying, you don't know the joy of fish, but you don't know the joy of fish. This is called "carrots, cabbage, each with its own love."

Aying was silent for a moment and asked, "Young Master, is this really good for cousin lady?"

The smile on Xiao Zijian's face faded, and his expression became cold and resolute, "Only by fighting for this world can you know whether the ending is good."

Aying frowned, "What if I lose the battle?"

Xiao Zijian smiled, "Aying, when did you see this young master lose?"

Aying looked at Xiao Zijian with admiration and suddenly found that the young master's figure was taller and more powerful, and he felt like he was despising the world.

"The young master never loses."

When Lu Shanmin carried Ye Zixuan to the top of the mountain, Aying had already set up a tent, a barbecue grill, and the ingredients were ready.

Xiao Zijian squinted his eyes and looked at the two of them, jokingly: "Oh, I'll be on my back if I'm missing in a while."

Ye Zixuan sat on the paved mat with Aying's support, her face flushed and glared at Xiao Zijian.

"Hmph, it's not your fault. I ran so fast with Aying that I was eaten tofu by this pervert."

Xiao Zijian looked at Lu Shanmin who was slightly embarrassed, and looked at the shy Ye Zixuan and smiled. "Zixuan, why is your face redder than maple leaves?"

Ye Zixuan quickly covered her face, revealing only her bright big eyes, "Sister Aying, you don't have to take good care of your cousin, you know how to bully me."

Xiao Zijian shook the fan proudly, "Zixuan, why would you carry you when you go down the mountain?"

Ye Zixuan secretly glanced at Lu Shanmin and snorted.

"I don't want you to carry it. Look at you, you don't even have two taels of meat on your body. You can't afford to break me."

"Hehe, let Aying carry you."

"No need"! Ye Zixuan said quickly.

Xiao Zijian asked deliberately: "Why, Aying's strength is fine if you can bear several of you"?

Ye Zixuan thought for a long time, "Because, because, because Sister Aying has to carry a tent and other luggage."

Xiao Zijian squeezed at Lu Shanmin, "Brother Shanmin, I have to trouble you again."

Lu Shanmin just smiled faintly, started burning the charcoal fire, and then went to the nearby woods to collect some edible fresh mushrooms.

The barbecue in the mountains has a unique flavor. The four of them are in a good mood. They are having a great time eating the refreshing barbecue and drinking delicious mushroom soup.

Xiao Zijian took a sip of the soup and breathed comfortably, "Beautiful, beautiful taste, beautiful scenery, and even more beautiful people."

The red leaves and the red sunset are like the blue sky washed by the sea. The cool breeze blows by the top of the mountain, making people feel refreshed.

Ye Zixuan looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her and said quietly: "Big Pervert, are the mountains in your hometown so beautiful?"

Lu Shanmin smiled and said, "The altitude of Yaozi Mountain is very high. Below is a broad-leaved forest. The top of the mountain is a coniferous forest. There is a large maple leaf forest halfway up the mountain. At this time, standing on the top of Yaozi Mountain, you will see a thin layer of clouds and mist on the mountainside. There is a red ribbon in the clouds, like a red scarf wrapped around Yaozi Mountain."

Ye Zixuan closed her eyes and tried her best to imagine the picture depicted by Lu Shanmin. She murmured: "So beautiful"!

"Well, it's more beautiful than the scenery here"!

Ye Zixuan opened her eyes and looked at Lu Shanmin, "Can you take me to see it?"

Looking at Ye Zixuan's bright and expectant eyes, Lu Shanmin nodded, "Of course."

Ye Zixuan was so happy that she giggled, like the cheerful singing of a lark.

Xiao Zijian smiled with a smile on his lips and murmured "It's so beautiful"! I don't know if he is talking about the beauty of people or the beauty of scenery.

"I have to recite a poem in this situation."

Xiao Zijian stood up, holding a spoon in his hand, facing the bright red sunset, with a bit of a poetic demeanor!

"I always sigh in the autumn,

I say that autumn is better than spring, sunset is red all over the sky,

Drink in pairs to the blue night."

"Okay"! Lu Shanmin clapped and shouted.

"Brothers Zijian are open-minded, blending emotions, scenery, and people into one, and they are good poetry"!

Xiao Zijian took a sip with a spoon, smiled brightly on his face, and said proudly: "In terms of talent in the world, I recognize the first place, but no one dares to recognize the second place."

Ye Zixuan pursed her lips and said unconvincedly, "I complain without any illness and pretend. I think Lu Shanmin's poems are better than you."

As he said that, he held Lu Shanmin's hand with both hands, and said with a groan, "Hurry up and compare him."

Lu Shanmin looked embarrassed, and he still knew very well that there were a few inks in his stomach. Although he had read some classics, history, and essays since he was a child, he could be said to know nothing about poetry.

"I can't write poetry"!

Ye Zixuan shook Lu Shanmin's arm and begged: "Write one, the poem you wrote last time is very good."

Xiao Zijian smiled and said, "Yes! Brother Shanmin, don't be humble. Your poem is full and round and very good."

Lu Shanmin scratched his head awkwardly, "How can I call it a poem? It's a vulgar and vulgar person who can't be elegant."

Ye Zixuan pouted and said, "What is a good poem? A poem that can touch the soul is a good poem." As she said, she glared at Xiao Zijian provocatively, and said, "The words are gorgeous, citing classics, picking up people's wisdom, showing off their charm, and pretending to be mysterious, which is really difficult to enter the elegant hall."

Xiao Zijian was sweating profusely by Ye Zixuan and said resentfully: "My good sister, I am your brother, don't wait to harm others like this."

Ye Zixuan stuck out her tongue at Xiao Zijian and made a face. She smiled and said to Lu Shanmin with a smile, "Put it quickly, let him see what a good poem is."

Lu Shanmin held his forehead with one hand, feeling embarrassed, and suddenly saw a few maple leaves flying in the air. He murmured:

"One piece, two piece, three or four piece",

"Five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces."

"Nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces",

The three of them looked at Lu Shanmin and murmured to themselves, thinking that he was counting the maple leaves blown down by the autumn wind.

"Flying into the grass, I can't see it."

"Good poem"! Ye Zixuan applauded happily.

Lu Shanmin laughed and said, "I was inspired only when I saw the falling leaves."

"Your poem is so well written, thousands of times better than your cousin's poem."

Xiao Zijian was full of depression and looked at Aying with help, "Aying, come and judge, is it my better or Lu Shanmin's better?"

Aying thought for a moment, "Young Master, do you want me to tell the truth or be a lie."

"Of course it's the truth," Xiao Zijian said confidently.

"The young master's poems sound so elegant, they should be good poems, but Aying doesn't understand them."

Xiao Zijian was so anxious that he jumped, "What do you mean?"

Aying lowered her head, "I think Lu Shanmin's poems are good, and you can understand them as soon as you hear them."

Xiao Zijian was unaware of his sarcasm. One was obviously a bit offensive, and the other didn't understand poetry at all.

"Brother Shanmin, tell me, who is the best poem?"

Lu Shanmin smiled and showed his big white teeth, "Poetry is used for others to appreciate. Since the audience says my goodness, I think my poems should be better."

Xiao Zijian almost squirted out an old blood, turned around and looked at the foot of the mountain alone, with a smug smile on his lips.
Chapter completed!