[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

"Who stole my heart..." Zhitao hummed softly.

After he finished singing, a voice popped up next to him: "From now on, I can't tell the difference between night and day~"

They seemed to be singing the same tune, but Zhitao always felt that something was wrong, he turned to look at the person behind him, it was a big boy holding a camera, and he smiled foolishly after looking at him.

Zhitao really wanted to say that he was not only out of tune, but also sang the wrong words, but seeing that people were so happy, she turned around and continued on her own way. They are all out for travel, so there is no need to speak so harshly.

Uncle Gu, who happened to be at the front, was urging: "People behind follow closely, we will be in Shiliu Village ahead."

The mountain road to Shiliu Village is very narrow, and it is inconvenient for cars to drive in. The tour group walked there for several hours.

Zhitao walked behind the crowd, and when urged, she gritted her teeth and followed closely, regretting that she wished she could wear it back and give herself a big mouth, telling you to go with the tour group, far away from home, in a remote place, and tired and flustered.

But the scenery is pretty good, Zhitao is standing in the pomegranate grove panting, large pomegranate flowers dangling in front of his eyes, he has no culture, he thinks: this flower is big enough, I like it.

Zhitao was trying to compose some more lines of poetry, when he heard a click from the side, he looked sideways and saw the boy holding a silver camera in his hand.

The boy was clean and tidy. After noticing his gaze, he said, "Hi, my name is Wanwan, and I'm a student of photography. If you don't like it, I can delete it."

Hey, it's really smooth to read these words, I have to make a draft in my heart, Zhitao thought secretly.

He looked at the million, then at the camera, and then he stretched out his hand naturally and said, "Then show me what you took."

Bring it, you dare to secretly take pictures.

Wan Wan handed over the camera, his heart still beating fast.

In the photo, Zhitao is blushing, surrounded by red double-petalled pomegranate flowers, her eyes casually looking into the distance, and the whole picture is very beautiful.

There is something really interesting about the photos taken by Wanwan. Zhitao originally wanted to be picky and then delete it, but now he likes it more and more, so he gave out his contact information on impulse, "Remember to send me this photo later. "

After all, he is so good-looking, it would be a pity not to appreciate it.

"Let's go!" someone called them from a distance.

Zhitao stuffed the camera into Wanwan's arms, and followed the crowd into the village. Wanwan stood there with red ears, and after a while, he hammered down the pants at his hand, cheering softly.

"Would you like to come to my house?" Uncle Gu suggested.

The people in the tour group had been walking all morning, and their stomachs were already empty. After hearing this suggestion, they nodded in unison.

After entering the door, I saw Mrs. Gu first. She was wearing a jade bracelet and greeted them with a smile on her face: "Sit down first, sit down first, and dinner will be served later."

Uncle Wang was stunned when he saw Mrs. Gu, and asked stupidly, "Sister, why do I feel that you look so familiar?"

Mrs. Gu smiled and said: "Several people said that, it seems that I am a popular face!"

Zhitao stood beside her and looked at her. Her eyebrows were painted on her face, she was wearing lipstick, and her hair was still curled. She looked like a fashionable middle-aged woman.

She is the most conspicuous along the way, and she is the face of the public.Zhitao couldn't help complaining.

"Don't stand still, sit down, the dishes are all on the table." As soon as Mrs. Gu greeted him, Uncle Wang didn't think about it anymore. After all, eating is the biggest thing in the world.

Zhitao has a small appetite, and what Mrs. Gu cooks doesn't suit his taste, so he finds an excuse to leave here, he wants to go for a stroll in the village.

He walked back from Uncle Gu's house. Every house in Shiliu Village is a wooden house with a pointed roof and a square build, just like the usual tourist homestays.

It was lunch time at this time, and no one was outside, Zhitao just watched a few children surrounded there, unable to see what they were doing.

He must have felt Zhitao's gaze, and the children turned their heads to stare at him. The children's eyes were more white than dark, their movements were exactly the same, and even their faces were similar.

Zhitao froze in place in shock, the children looked at him, the corners of their mouths twitched unnaturally, it seemed to be laughing and crying at the same time, their eyes were the greed of wild dogs seeing meat.

Zhitao's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly walked away from the group of children, he could still feel those sights even when he was far away.

If it wasn't for seeing shadows under them, Zhitao would have thought that she had seen a ghost in broad daylight, and she was the most vicious ghost boy.

Zhitao was obsessed with thinking about things in his heart, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had lost his way. He couldn't help sighing, he was not a good model with a good model, and he insisted on running to the mountains to suffer, now it's all right.

What to say to experience the virgin forest and the warm folk customs, the result is that the virgin forest is arrogant mosquitoes, and the warm folk customs are tourist buildings that can be seen everywhere.

Zhitao scratched the red envelope on his arm, feeling uncomfortable and wronged. He grew up well since he was a child, and his family treated him as a pain in the eyes. If he hadn't been angry with his family, how could he have come here to suffer.

"Good day."

Hearing the voice, Zhitao wiped his eyes reflexively. Although his eyes were wet, he didn't shed any tears. He turned his head to look at the speaker after touching.

The priest was wearing a black priest's uniform with a high collar, black trousers on the lower body, and black leather shoes on his feet. He was out of place with Shiliu Village, and Zhitao lost his mind for a while.

This guy's style is wrong.

The priest spread the thumb and index finger of his big hand and pressed them on the collarbone. This was a simple salute, and he did it very elegantly. After the salute, he said softly, "I am Father Snowman, and you are here for a tour. people?"

Zhitao stared at him, thinking that there was something about this priest, that as the king of widows and widows, he actually felt shameful.

He was different when he was moved, and he spoke dignifiedly: "I just came here today, and I came with Uncle Gu's tour group."

Father Snowman reacted for a while before he remembered: "It's him. I've heard that he likes to go outside to do business."

He went on to say: "Since you have just arrived here, you should be very tired. Would you like to come in and have a sit?"

Father Snowman pushed open the gate of the fence with his hands, and looked at Zhitao intently.

The beloved male guest was right in front of him, and Zhitao happily followed the priest into the house.

The priest's house is extraordinarily tidy. After entering the door, he first looks at the dining table. Walking inside is the living room. There are two chairs and a large wooden sofa in the living room. There are thick books on the sofa.

"Wait a moment." Father Snowman quickly walked over Zhitao, and moved the book on the sofa to the floor.

The position where Zhitao stood was blocked by a chair, and the priest inevitably had some physical contact with him. Zhitao smelled the unique smell of the priest, which was the smell of warm things such as books, sunlight, and leaves.

Zhitao thinks the smell is really pleasant, and can't help but move his nose. When he is a model, he often wears perfume, which sometimes chokes his nose, so he doesn't like too strong perfume smell, like the one on the priest's body. The taste is just right.

After he realized what he was doing, he froze in place and quietly observed the priest.

The priest was moving the books. He was wearing a black priest's robe, his back and arms stretched out full of strength, and his figure was clearly well-exercised.

But these are not what he cares about, he only cares about whether the priest has noticed his strange little movements, what it looks like, and Zhitao's waist is straightened again.

The priest just finished moving the books, so he straightened up and talked to him: "Please sit here."

Zhitao tentatively sat on the sofa. Originally, he thought that sitting on this kind of sofa would be uncomfortable, but it actually felt quite comfortable. He couldn't help touching the sofa curiously.

Father Snowman took the book down and went to work in the kitchen. When he came out, he held a bowl of green and unpleasant liquid in his hand. He looked at Zhitao's arm and said, "Apply this medicine, it can relieve itching and repel mosquitoes." .”

Zhitao said oh, and took the bowl, he seemed unable to grasp the point: "How long have you been in this country? How can you know such advanced vocabulary."

Zhitao stared at the beautiful little head and asked him earnestly, feeling miraculous from the bottom of his heart, repelling mosquitoes and relieving itching, listen, what a local style of vocabulary.

Father Snowman was amused by the word senior, and chatted along his words: "I came to this country when I was 20 years old, and it has been almost 17 years."

Zhitao was stunned now, and the movement of rubbing the medicine on her hands slowed down: "Are you so old? I thought you were only in your 20s, at most you were just 30 years old."

"My friends said the same thing. They still think that there is some mysterious substance in the air of country C, which makes me look so young."

People from country C who are the same age do look much younger than people from the country of priests, but they say that Father Snowman is just a joke among friends.

Father Snowman didn't look old because of his own reasons. He exercised well and his facial features looked good, so he looked much younger.

When the priest said this, he suddenly teased Zhitao: "What about you, you look so young, you must be in your 30s, right?"

Zhitao said proudly: "I'm a real 19-year-old, I'm not the same as you."

No, isn't it very good to say that, Zhitao stopped talking and looked carefully at Father Snowman.

The priest was not angry, he smiled and apologized: "That was my offense, have you finished applying the medicine?"

Zhitao frowned unhappily, the medicine was too smelly, he took his smelly hands away, and then asked the priest, "Is there a place to wash your hands?"

The priest took Zhitao to the sink in the kitchen, and told him: "The medicine on the arm can't be washed yet, it will be useful after a while."

Seeing Zhitao nodded, the priest went out.

There is an open window in front of the sink, and you can see the pomegranate tree outside, Zhitao didn't pay attention to the scenery outside the window, and concentrated on washing her hands.

There was a huge black shadow looking at Zhitao. He was wearing a black hood, so he couldn't see clearly what was under the hood.

Zhitao is very sensitive to sight, and looked up out of the window suspiciously. The pomegranate tree outside the window was rustling by the wind, presenting a peaceful and peaceful scene.

The shadow disappeared.

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