Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

After some earth-shattering inner reasoning, Portio deduced the correct answer through an indescribable process.

Although he made up his own mind about whether to perform or not, and whether to trust or not, the final result was indeed correct, that is, Dan Heng and Cheng An were indeed very honest from the beginning.

Of course, this is mainly because neither of them likes to play tricks, and their main point is to just walk on the watermelon rind and see where it slides to.

If Cheng An knew that this great god only realized this today, he would probably hold his heart like Xi Shi and sigh, "It was a wrong decision."

You are such a hypocrite, Potio. On the surface, we have lived under the same roof for so long, but you have only let down your guard now. You are the real double-faced guy.

But that's not important. At least there's no fighting going on right now, right? That's good news.

The three of them each carried some food and came to where they tied their horses. They quickly cleared a space for themselves, and then the two boys turned to look at Cheng An.

She nodded in understanding, and with her hand she sent a ball of red flame over. The small flame began to expand and burn as soon as it landed on the ground.

To start a fire, you don’t even need to collect firewood. It is so convenient. It can be called a human-shaped lighter.

Poteo threaded the processed fish onto sharpened branches and roasted them over the fire. On his way back, he thoughtfully picked some fruits she had never seen before as snacks.

Not only that, the cowboy's cooking movements were also very skillful. He kept a close eye on the cooking temperature and color of each fish and turned them over in time.

He even took out a small jar of seasoning from his backpack. It seemed to be some kind of compound spice. It had a salty, umami and fragrant taste. It was so delicious that it could be sprinkled on grilled shoe soles. One smell would tell you that it couldn't be unpalatable at all.

The two onlookers were like two giant babies, squatting obediently on the side and watching Poteo sprinkle soul seasoning powder on each fish, feeling mysteriously getting hungrier and hungrier.

"Brother Lloyd, you are simply a superman." Cheng An swallowed his saliva and deeply felt that things made by others were just delicious.

In comparison, Teacher Dan Heng was more reserved, he just nodded with a sincere look while Cheng An repeatedly praised his output.

“Since I said I brought you out, you have to show some sincerity.” The black-and-white-haired cowboy continued to flip the grilled fish in his hands.

Finally, he picked two and handed them to her and Dan Heng. The fish bred in this pristine and unpolluted mountain stream were quite clean, and it didn't take long for the fish to be caught and cooked, so they were fresh enough.

Cheng An took a bite and felt his soul sublimated.

"Dude, you can get rich as a chef, seriously." She looked up at the cowboy who had also started eating while holding the grilled fish.

"It smells really good! It tastes really good! I grew a mouth just for eating this!"

"Okay, okay, okay, be normal." Seeing that the man was about to have another attack, Potio stretched out his hand and made a "stop" gesture.

With a look of disdain on his face, he said, "Can't you learn from Brother Dan Heng? Just eat, be more polite."

Hearing this, she looked at the cold-faced Xiao Qinglong who had not spoken since they started eating.

I saw the gentle Dan Heng eating the fish in his hand gracefully, bite by bite, like a kid in kindergarten eating seriously, so serious that the teacher would give him a red flower if he saw him.

Looking at Cheng An again, he was no longer in his original position. He had moved a long way towards Potio. If you didn't know, you would think something had happened. He was walking around eating a fish.

"Ahem, accident."

It was a strange sight to see the pure knight being pushed back to his seat by the cowboy to practice elegant dining etiquette. I wonder if Yinzhi would say "pure beauty" or "Idrila" when she saw this scene.

After finishing their meal, the group continued their climb up the mountain. When they reached a really steep part, they tied their horses under a temporary shed.

It seemed to be a temporary station built by people who had walked this mountain road before, indicating that from this point on, it was no longer suitable for riding.

The three could only move forward on foot.

When we finally reached the top of the mountain, it was already evening.

Cheng An, carrying his backpack, stepped onto the last stone. There was a smooth road ahead. The unobstructed mountain top was filled with the afterglow of the setting sun, and it was golden.

She looked up and saw Poteo, who was looking back at them with his hand outstretched, facing the sunset and the evening glow.

Cowboys and warm light are a perfect match. The retro tones have both the cultural charm of the yellow sand of the West and the passion of gunpowder and duels.

He took the lead and reached the top of the mountain, then turned back to help his companions.

It was a very eye-friendly scene. Cheng An wondered, why didn't this music box have a camera function? This scene was so pure and beautiful.

"Is this your surprise for us?" An Algonquin-Apache mountain sunset?

She stopped on the top of the mountain and looked towards the sunset. The orange-red stars slowly moved towards the distant horizon. There were yellow sands and taverns, the grasslands that the herdsmen had believed in and revered for generations, and the cowboys' relatives and friends.

The flowing clouds dyed with rich colors are like the blessing of the goddess, sending rosy-hued greetings to this simple land and the people who work hard here.

This kind of scenery is worth the bumpy ride through the mountains.

But Potio shook his head. "Of course not. The scenery on the mountain is indeed beautiful, but it is not the main purpose of our trip today."

Are there any experts?

She and Danheng looked at each other and saw curiosity in each other's eyes.

The cowboy asked them to come over and help set up the tent as they were going to spend the night there.

By the time several tents were set up, Cheng An had already started a fire. The bonfire on the top of the mountain was under her magical control, so there was no need to worry about accidentally burning the mountain.

The cowboy set up the small pot and the stand, ready to cook the game he had caught on the road today.

The sky had already completely darkened at this time, with a few stars twinkling in the night sky.

Several people sat around the campfire. The cold temperature on the top of the mountain made the flames and hot soup so heart-warming. However, none of them were vegetarians, so they were not so cold that they had no interest in enjoying the night view.

Cheng An never knew that Potio could be mysterious sometimes. He seemed to be a talkative person and a decisive person when he was a sea patrol ranger, so how could he keep a secret so well now?

And what is the secret of enjoying a view?

As they were drinking soup and waiting, the cowboy took off his hat and said, "It's time."

At that moment, the stars in the sky seemed to move.

A bright spot of light streaked across the sky, followed by more spots of light, some with long tails, some flashing by quickly. All of these combined together formed a meteor shower that is rare on this planet.

It was her first time to see a meteor shower.

In the night, the twinkling stars lit up the night sky on the top of the mountain, like birds covered in silver light, flying freely over their heads. They were dense and bright enough to attract the attention of everyone who saw this scene.

She stared blankly at the sky, almost speechless at the beauty of it.

"I told you it would definitely be worth the trip!" Portio's voice came from beside him, but Cheng An did not turn around.

"This is the real reason why we brought you here. This meteor is inside information among us cowboys. Although we don't know who spread it, it is usually accurate."

He sounded very pleased with his plan.

She finally took her eyes off the shooting star and turned to look at Poteo.

The cowboy's expression was as smug as his tone. Instead of looking up at the sky, he looked at Danheng and her who were amazed by the beautiful scenery before them.

Cheng An looked back at the pair of bright eyes. Cowboys' eyes were always as sharp as the scope of a pistol, but on this mountaintop, under these shooting stars, these eyes only showed joy and happiness.

"It's worth it." She said calmly, "Everything is worth it."

Whether it is for the beautiful scenery tonight or the good people like Potio; whether it is today's mountain road or her hard work all along.

It's all worth it.

Potio didn't know how much deeper meaning was hidden in Cheng An's words, but when he saw the shock and gratitude on the girl's face, he guessed that this person was probably very surprised.

Then his purpose would be achieved and this trip would not be a loss.

The cowboy was very satisfied with his confidentiality and brilliant plan. He went back to his tent and soon pulled out a wooden guitar.

It was obvious that the owner of the guitar took good care of it. There was not a single stain on the wood and the edges of the guitar were smooth. He plucked a few strings and tested the sound. The sound was clear and not out of tune at all.

He nodded with satisfaction.

Facing the night sky on the top of the mountain, with a bright meteor shower above, Portio started playing his guitar.

The melodious and clear notes penetrated the thin darkness and reached the ears of each of them in a low or light dance step.

Dan Heng also looked back. He was in a very good mood and quietly shifted his attention from the sky to his friend.

The night wind blew his clothes, bringing the music and some familiar feelings into his heart.

It was a vague memory, as if that person in his previous life had also experienced it, meeting with good friends, chatting about everything under the sun, playing music and dancing with swords, and drinking under the moon.

These memories that had always been vague and belonged to Dan Feng, now he has his own version and his own real experience. This time the memory is not vague.

Dan Heng was thankful for the umpteenth time that he had trusted Cheng An's decision and the people she trusted.

The black and white-haired cowboy's eyes were unexpectedly gentle when he played the guitar. He played very seriously and fluently.

The two outsiders naturally had never heard the music unique to this planet, but that did not prevent them from appreciating the wind and people, grass and cattle in the music.

As Portio played, he became more interested and began to hum the ancient lyrics.

Cheng An couldn't help but sigh, he really wasn't lying, Cowboy's singing and guitar playing skills were indeed superb, at least among the best among the people she knew.

The meteor shower gradually became sparse, and the melodious song full of Argonne-Apache style gradually came to a gentle end. The two audience members who were immersed in the experience realized it later and applauded wholeheartedly.

Neither of them spoke, as if there were no other words that could express their feelings at the moment except applause.

"Hey, why do you all have this expression? Are you shocked by my ability?" The man came out of his performance state and turned back into the temperament of the big brother in the circle.

The always generous cowboy rarely felt sad, of course, it might be because there was not much to feel sad about in his first half of life, he always tried his best and never regretted anything. So he could not empathize with the complicated expressions of the two people opposite him.

But he knew how to ease the atmosphere. On such a nice night, what was the point of everyone not cooperating with him to smile a little more and just looking gloomy? It was just a spoiler.

Cheng An, Dan Heng: "..."

Why are there so many differences between this person's speaking style and playing style? Suddenly I am not moved at all.

"Well, I wanted to praise you, but since you asked, I can only say that I still need to practice." She stretched out her finger and spun it in circles in a pretentious manner.

"Huh? Why don't you try it?" When Portio heard her usual naughty words, he immediately said that there would be some fun to watch and handed the acoustic guitar to the girl.

Cheng An was not intimidated at all. She took it without any shyness and looked very good in holding the instrument.

For a moment, Danheng and Potio thought that this man could really play the piano, so they sat down obediently and listened attentively.

As a result, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then started playing the piano randomly.

Different from the melodious music played by the cowboy, the notes played by her seemed to be highly aggressive. The earth-shattering momentum was like a hurricane tearing the world apart, madly invading the ears and brains of the two audiences.

Botio was in a trance for a long time. He couldn't believe that this was the sound his guitar could play. During the blank period of his mind, he even thought about whether this was the characteristic music of Cheng An's hometown.

So he turned his head blankly and looked at Dan Heng, and found that the child's eyes had also lost their luster.

Confirmed, this is just plain unpleasant!

He resisted the urge to cover his ears with his hands, and immediately took a big step forward, pressing the strings with one hand and grabbing the guitar with the other.

The terrifying sound of the devil's voice was still echoing on the top of the mountain. Teacher Dan Heng, who had finally recovered from his shock, even shuddered.

"How is it? This is the heavy metal style music of my hometown. Does it feel like your soul is rocking?" The person whose performance was interrupted was not angry at all. Instead, he asked Potio, who was obviously mentally traumatized, with a smile.

"How dare you ask? What the hell is this? Don't think that I don't know what rock 'n' roll is just because we're a bit poor here." He retorted rather angrily.

"You are obviously just playing randomly, right? Why are you pretending to be a master?"

"You're wrong. Even if we pure knights are not proficient in musical instruments, we are willing to try to break through ourselves occasionally." Cheng An remembered the ocarina that Yinzhi played in the dream. Although the dream itself was a PUA garbage product, Yinzhi's playing might be at a similar level.

Anyone with ears could tell it was awful, but since it was Yinzhi playing the melody, she closed her eyes and praised it.

"Although I don't know how to play the guitar, I think it is pure and beautiful, so I put all my appreciation on it and tried to play it for the first time. I was very brave."

"When I first heard someone play this level of music for me, I politely forced myself to praise it! How considerate I am. Look at you guys." She pointed jokingly.

After hearing this nonsense, the cowboy was so angry that he laughed for no apparent reason. "You mean, even though your playing is so bad that it is an insult to my piano and it has severely damaged my and Danheng's ears, I should still praise you?"

"Yeah." She nodded shamelessly.

Then he pointed at Dan Heng who was standing aside with empty eyes, "Besides, how do you know that Teacher Dan Heng doesn't think it sounds good? He didn't even say anything."

Bottiou: "There's no light in their eyes. If you still have a conscience and eyes, you can't say that!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng An turned around and pressed his shoulders with both hands, "Teacher Danheng, tell me, does it sound good or not?" The girl's eyes were sincere, scorching like a laser ray.

Dan Heng tilted his head guiltily, and then met Potio's determined gaze. His eyes, which had regained their sharpness, stared at his reaction like a searchlight.

"Speak up, brother Danheng, don't lie, speak your true thoughts boldly."

The young Chiming, who always kept his emotions to himself, closed his eyes in a state of pain. He remained silent for a long time before finally squeezing out two words from between his teeth: "It sounds good."

"Great! I knew that Teacher Danheng is the most reliable!" Cheng An, who had won a great victory, cheered and released his hand that was pressing on the person's shoulder.

Dan Heng continued to close his eyes and pretend to be dead despite Potio's incredulous look, as if he had seen a ghost. It seemed that uttering those two words took a lot of his energy, or perhaps it was a place called "conscience" that was aching slightly.

The supported girl interpreted the words "a villain succeeds" to the fullest. She didn't say a word, but just folded her arms across her chest with an "you watch" expression on her face, facing the cowboy who was frustrated in the mountain breeze.

That night, the sunset was in sight, shooting stars were streaking across the sky, melodious songs were playing, and Cheng An also used a little trick to successfully turn the tables on Portio.

The girl lay in the tent happily and fell into a dream with the flavor of the mountains.