[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

Modern people never leave their mobile phones without leaving their hands. Zhitao’s mobile phone has quite good pixels, and the photos he takes are clear. When he took this picture, those little white balls surrounded the small trees, as if the pomegranate tree in the middle was glowing.

Zhitao had a great time taking pictures, he likes this kind of beautiful scenery the most, finally he asked Father Snowman to take a few pictures for him, and he was ready to go back.

At this time, it was already dark and it was bitingly cold. Father Snowman took off his coat and gave it to Zhitao, and then carried him back to the village.

Zhitao originally wanted to refuse, but the priest's attitude was more determined, so Zhitao had no choice but to put on the priest's coat. The priest was much taller than him, and he put it on like a black bed sheet.

This time Zhitao didn't feel drowsy, and she hugged Father Snowman excitedly to talk, but Father Snowman seemed to be busy on his way, and simply responded to him.

Zhitao hugged the priest's neck with both hands, feeling the skin under his hands was cold, so she moved her head closer and asked, "Father, are you cold?"

Father Snowman said after a while, "...a little bit."

Zhitao first took off the black robe and put it on Father Snowman's shoulders, then put her warm hands against the priest's face, and asked him enthusiastically, "Then what now?"

Father Snowman seemed to laugh, but the sound was fleeting, and the priest sighed: "It's not cold anymore."

When Father Snowman put Zhitao down at the gate of the village, Zhitao followed him to the direction of the priest's house.

They walked side by side on the road, Zhitao's arms touched the clothes of the person beside him, one black and one white, breathing undulating, swinging back and forth, obviously just walking, but it seemed to entangle the two of them together.

At the gate of the priest, Zhitao was forced to withdraw from that wonderful feeling.

As for why it was forced...

I have to mention the millions sitting at the door and collapsing.

Ever since seeing the ghost, Wan Wan has been on tenterhooks, for fear that the young Taoren will be taken away by the ghost.

When doing activities in the morning, he wanted to call Zhitao together, but Father Snowman promised him nicely that he would definitely send him over when Zhitao woke up.

In the end, the activities were all over, and Zhitao and Father Snowman couldn't even see a shadow. Wanwan called Zhitao more than a dozen times, but no one answered.

In a hurry, he was ready to go down the mountain to call the police, only to see the two of them walking towards him calmly and with an ambiguous atmosphere.

That's more than just stabbing him in the heart, it's literally stabbing him in the head, making him feel stupid.

"Where have you been?" Wanwan rushed directly to Zhitao, his words were full of resentment, as if he had been a widow for ten years and found out that her husband was still alive.

Zhitao was startled awake, her eyes wandering: "Just go out and play."

"You go out to play..." Wanwan stopped the swearing, and asked, holding back his anger, "Then where is your phone?"

Zhitao took out her phone and looked, it showed that there were more than a dozen missed calls, all from millions.

Zhitao was dumbfounded, why didn't he remember that he had received a call, the black shadow under his feet moved guiltily, and no one saw it.

"I didn't receive it..." Zhitao said aggrievedly, "I really didn't receive it..."

"Maybe the signal of the mobile phone down the mountain is not very good." Father Snowman spoke for him: "I never heard his mobile phone ringing, and his ringtone setting is quite..."

Father Snowman thought for a moment, then said, "Obviously."

Zhitao heard the joke in his words, and couldn't help but give him a sideways glance, with a kind of cute and naive style.

But he knew that the priest was speaking for him, so he followed the priest's words: "I really didn't mean it."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and delivered a fatal blow innocently: "I'm sorry."

Because of being a model since he was a child, Zhitao knows how to maximize the advantages of appearance. If he has achieved success in expression management, then he must be a master of expression management.

Wan Wan was choked by the word "ah", his face flushed instantly, and he couldn't vent his anger: "...What's wrong with this, it's not your fault, but I'm so fierce, I'm sorry."

Wan Wan scratched his head and looked at him, reluctant to blink.

Zhitao knew that this was over, so she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart: "Then let's go in?"

Father Snowman heard what he said, and stepped forward to open the door. The room was still the same as in the morning, without any change.

When Father Snowman started to cook dinner, Zhitao felt hungry belatedly, after all, he didn't eat lunch.

"By the way," Zhitao suddenly remembered, "What activity did you participate in?"

Speaking of this, the anger that Wan Wan had just left immediately came up again, this time not to Zhitao: "You don't know how deceitful that is."

"We agreed before that each person will only pay [-] yuan, and the rest will be left to Uncle Gu, including food and lodging. Our original plan was to have a picnic at the waterfall on the mountain, but in the end, we still have to charge for the picnic, so forget it ,even……"

Wanwan suppressed the swear words that were about to come out: "Even playing in the water requires money, and each person charges a thousand cash. I think those people are losing money."

"And they also guard you specially, and wait until you're done playing. More than a dozen villagers block you, and they won't let you leave unless you pay."

He didn't bring much cash when he came out, but in the end it was so packed that he almost didn't use his mobile phone as a mortgage. Fortunately, Uncle Wang lent him the money.

After being so blatantly tricked by the villagers, they were all in a bad mood, but there were only four of them in total, outnumbered, so they could only endure it.

When they came back, Uncle Wang reported this matter to Uncle Gu, roughly meaning that he felt that Uncle Gu hadn't done a good job, and they decided to leave first.

Uncle Gu immediately apologized to them, and returned 500 yuan to each of them at night. Although he didn't ask for all the money back, he got half of it back anyway, and they didn't have so much resentment in their hearts.

"...Why is this so?" Zhitao knew that she was stupid, but she could still hear something was wrong.

"Uncle Gu and the villagers are partnering to trick you." He said hesitantly.

Wan Wan slapped his thigh when he heard this sentence, and became even more excited: "That's not it!"

"It's just that we have fewer people than them!" Wanwan said angrily, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

Father Snowman brought the meals. He made stir-fried wild vegetables, fried pork with chili peppers, and a vegetable soup, which was a common taste for people in this place.

Zhitao became greedy when he smelled the smell, Wanwan temporarily put down the topic and picked up the rice to eat.

In the evening, Wan Wan received a text message. Uncle Wang called them out to play. They planned to hold a simple bonfire party. Wan Wan admired their energy.

Don't dare to waste money like this.

But Uncle Wang is indeed a wealthy man, with a gold ring on his hand, and even his mobile phone is inlaid with diamonds.

Zhitao also felt that she hadn't contacted the tour group for a long time, so she went with Millionaire, and even dragged Father Snowman along.

Although Uncle Wang was not short of money, he was not willing to let others cheat him. He called the people in the tour group to go up the mountain, and did not let the villagers follow him.

If Zhitao hadn't insisted on bringing the priest with him, he wouldn't have let the priest come with him.

Although there are pits here, the natural scenery is really good.

As soon as Zhitao saw the scene in front of her, her whole body became lively, the stars above her head were big and bright, as if she could touch them, and the soles of her feet were soft grass.

He had only seen such a beautiful view in photographs before.

Zhitao was wearing Father Snowman's coat, breathing in the cold and fresh air, feeling that the fatigue from climbing the mountain just now was gone.

Uncle Wang bought tools and some food from the villagers, and put down the travel bag when he got there, and prepared to pick up some wood and burn it first. After all, it was a bonfire party.

Zhitao offered to find wood with Father Snowman, and when Uncle Wang heard Zhitao's words, he let them do the work.

He and his wife and daughter packed up food, and when they had nothing to do, they cleared out the place where the fire was going to be burned.

When Uncle Wang and the others were about to clean up, the bonfire was also lit. The fire was very strong, and the coldness of the night disappeared a lot. Zhitao hugged her robe and sat beside the bonfire to keep warm.

The tip of his nose can still smell the smell of barbecue, and he knows that Uncle Wang's craftsmanship is not bad by smelling the smell. For the second time, he feels that this trip is really worth it.

The first time was when I saw Father Snowman.

The party didn't end until late at night.

Uncle Wang's family didn't plan to go back, they just stayed here overnight so that they could watch the sunrise the next day. They even brought their tents, obviously they were fully prepared.

Zhitao and the others didn't bring those, and rushed towards Shiliu Village. He was still being carried by the priest, and the eyebrows of Wan Wan who were driving beside him were knotted.

Zhitao didn't pay attention to Wanwan's little expression, he was watching with Wanwan's camera.

The photos were taken very well, and I don't know how Wanwan's mentality changed. At first, he only concentrated on taking pictures of the juvenile peaches, and deliberately didn't take pictures of Father Snowman next to him, and later included the priest as well.

There is one Zhang Zhitao particularly likes. It is the picture of him and Father Snowman looking at each other and laughing. The fire is burning in front of them, which looks ambiguous and warm.

In addition to the two of them, there are also many Uncle Wang's family.

Zhitao looked at the photo and sighed: "If I could meet a photographer like you, I wouldn't have to quarrel with my family."

There is a natural connection between the photographer and the model. The model inspires the photographer, and the photographer inspires the model. This is a two-way street.

Although Wan Wan didn't know what he was talking about, he could tell that he was exaggerating. He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a dog barking.

They had already reached the entrance of the village. There were two big yellow dogs standing in front of a house at the entrance of the village. They were not on a leash. They had fierce eyes and bared teeth, which were very scary.

Hearing the barking of the dog, the people in the house came out. It was a short old woman. The wrinkles on her face squeezed her eyes into two slits, but she still couldn't hide the shrewdness in her small eyes. When she saw them, she asked loudly: "Why are you three coming back?"

"What about the rest?"

Wan Wan is good at this kind of thing: "They are going to spend the night on the mountain and never come back."

"...I won't come back." The old woman murmured holding a cane in her hand, staring at them with small eyes, like a boning knife, wishing to tear them apart.

Wanwan and Zhitao felt uncomfortable, but they didn't know what the old woman meant, so they heard the old woman laughing sinisterly: "You guys come in."

"If they don't come back, don't come back."