"Sir, you will... tomorrow..."

"Play."

Liu Mao looked at Dao Nian in surprise. He was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so his voice became cautious, "What do you mean is that you are going out to play tomorrow?"

Dao Nian didn't speak, this is the default meaning.

"I'll go down and arrange it now. Should you go to the sea area in the east, the desert in the west, or the ice place in the north and south?" Liu Mao took out a large handful of tokens from his arms and prepared to order the local gods to clear the field, so that he would not affect his interest in traveling.

After so many years, it is so difficult to say the word "play" from the teacher.

"Sun Spring Valley."

Where is the mountain spring valley? Liu Mao was stunned. Is it in Shennongjia or among the Five Mountains?

"Brother Liu, the mountain spring valley that Mr. Liu mentioned may be the valley dozens of kilometers away." One of the twins whispered, "Did you forget that Mr. Chen had made an appointment with him before and went out for a trip together on the weekend?"

Liu Mao suddenly realized that he would not say much.

Shanquan Valley is named after the clear springs in the mountains, but locals in Wuming City are not interested in this place. Anyway, it is such a mountain and such water, and there is nothing rare.

Generally, people who come to this place to play are outsiders or elderly people who have nothing to do to climb mountains and exercise. In the past few years, the local area also spent a lot of money to develop the spring valley. Unfortunately, the reputation is limited and it does not attract many tourists. Every year on the first day of the Lunar New Year, its passenger flow is the peak.

Chen Chang'an packed food and water in his bag. He was about to go downstairs to take a taxi when he saw Liu Mao driving downstairs waiting for him. When he saw him down, Liu Mao smiled brightly: "Mr. Chen, here."

The car window slowly opened, and Chen Chang'an saw Daonian's beautiful face and Daonian's little eyes that were lazy.

Seeing Dao Nian, Chen Chang'an ran over, opened the car door and sat next to Dao Nian, and put his bulging backpack aside.

Dao Nian glanced at the backpack.

"There is water and food in it. The things in the scenic area are expensive and unpalatable. If we can't get used to the things inside, we can use them as snacks." Chen Chang'an patted his backpack, which made a snap sound under his palm.

Daonian blinked, indicating that he understood.

"I originally promised that I would come to find you, why did you come first?" When Chen Changan buckled his seat belt, he found that Dao Nian did not wear a seat belt, so he leaned over to tie it for him. "Last night, I asked my colleagues about it. There was a section of the road in Shanquan Valley that was steeper, so the seat belt must be tied."

"By the way, I made a sandwich in the morning. Do you want to eat one?"

Liu Mao sat in the passenger seat, listening to Chen Chang'an singing a one-man show alone, and couldn't help but be curious. Mr. Mingming didn't say a word, how did Chen Chang'an continue the topic?

In front of the husband, he didn't dare to open his spiritual sense, but he only dared to look back secretly. The husband did not say anything, but he had already tasted the sandwich made by Chen Chang'an, and he couldn't tell the lazy feeling of being picky about food at all.

Notice the peeking look of Liu Mao, Chen Changan took out a piece of cake from his backpack: "Sorry, I only made the sandwich for one person. This is the cake I made last night. You can try it."

"Thank you." Liu Mao just reached out to take the cake and saw the gentleman lifting his eyelids and looking at him.

"Milk, hot." Chen Changan stuffed a bottle of hot milk into Dao Nian's hand, "I added a little sugar and the taste would be better."

Daonian took back his eyes and lowered his head and drank silently.

After eating the sandwich and drinking the milk, he saw that Chen Changan took out a pocket from somewhere and put the paper bag and milk bottle of the sandwich in it.

Ten minutes later, Chen Changan took out a few bags of pistachios from his backpack.

"When rushing to the destination, eating snacks and chatting is also an important part of the journey." Chen Chang'an divided a pack of pistachios to Dao Nian, "Come on, try it."

Daonian stared at a pack of shelled pistachios, his eyes full of rejection.

"Don't like this?" Chen Changan saw this and took out a few things from his bag, "Pick what he likes to eat."

To peel the shell.

Need to peel.

Want to stick to hands.

Daonian stared at these bags of snacks for a long time and barely picked up a bag of sweet potato fries.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't expect you to like snacks. I thought only girls like to eat these." Liu Mao was worried that Chen Chang'an was too embarrassed to talk to himself alone, so he would not play with his husband in the future, so he had to find a way to find a topic to chat with.

"What are the male and females who like to eat?" Chen Changan lowered his head and peeled off the shell of the pistachio. "Being obsessed with gender and violated his own nature, which is equivalent to wasting his own life."

When he was very young, a girl from the neighbor's house liked to play football. He told his mother why that young lady likes to play football like a boy.

My mother told him that everyone has the right to like something and has nothing to do with men and women. Later, in order to make him understand that football is not a boy's patent, my mother specially pulled him to watch several women's football games.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his mother said and did that, but as he grew older and saw more and more things, he understood the profound meaning of his mother doing that.

At least he is at ease eating snacks now, not afraid that this will damage his masculinity.

"Ling Ci is really an amazing woman." Liu Mao wanted to praise Chen Chang'an's mother for a few words, but Daonian suddenly spoke: "Hand hurts."

"What's wrong?" Chen Changan looked down at Nian's hand and found that his thumb on his right hand was a little red and swollen. No wonder he didn't eat snacks that needed to be peeled.

He grabbed Dao Nian's hand and looked carefully. Except for the redness and swelling, there was no sign of pus. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked the driver to stop the car and go to a nearby pharmacy to buy ointment.

With a touch of medicine and a band sticker, Chen Changan looked carefully and was satisfied with his skills: "It's okay, it will be fine."

Liu Mao looked at the band sticker on Daonian's hand, then looked at Chen Chang'an who had begun to bow his head and peel off his pistachio for Daonian. His expression was as complicated as if he saw his 90-year-old grandfather, and suddenly hesitated to him that he had a crush on a monkey.

"This half is yours, this half is mine." Chen Chang'an divided the peeled pistachio into two halves, gave it to Dao Nian, and ate half by himself. "The mountain spring valley is coming."

Chen Chang'an ate pistachios very quickly, but Dao Nian is sure that Chen Chang'an ate a few more pistachios than he had in his hand.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Chang'an, this dishonest human!

"Look, there is fog on the mountain." Chen Chang'an grabbed Dao Nian's sleeve and pointed at the window, "The clouds and mist are shrouded in, and it feels very fairyland."

"The fairyland is not that simple." Dao Nian stared at the pistachio in his palm and tense the corners of his mouth.

"Hey?" Chen Changan turned around and saw that he didn't eat, "If you don't like it, then I..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Dao Nian start to eat expressionlessly in front of him, and he still eat one by one.

Chen Chang'an: "..."

Is this a childish ghost from kindergarten?

There is a ticket window at the entrance of Shanquan Valley. Because there are no tourists, the ticket seller sat lazily in the ticket hall, not even knowing that there is a car coming.

"Sister." When she heard someone tapping on the ticket counter outside, she looked up and saw a young boy wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt outside, wearing frameless glasses, and her smiling eyes were shiny, making people feel in a good mood when they saw it.

The ticket seller was in his forties or fifties and was called "sister" by a young and beautiful guy. He suddenly felt very good. He not only gave him a few travel manuals, but also told him which restaurant tasted good and had a low charge.

He returned to the car with the travel manual given by the ticket sales elder sister. Chen Chang'an distributed the manual to Liu Mao and Dao Nian: "There is actually a mountain spring bath shop inside. Let's go and try it in the afternoon?"

Dao Nian was silent for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

Perhaps because the mountain is relatively high, the fog has not dissipated after the car drove into the mountains, but instead it has a tendency to become thicker and thicker. Usually, there are tourist buses in scenic spots to send tourists into the mountains. Perhaps because there are too few tourists, no other vehicles pass by the entire road except Shen Chang'an.

Chen Chang'an opened the window and looked out, muttering in a low voice: "Is the tourism industry in Wuming City so bleak? No one even came over on weekends?"

"It's so foggy." Daonian continued.

"Yes, the fog is heavy, and sometimes people can't see it when they stand far away." As soon as Liu Mao finished speaking, a car drove past them. Although it was not too many, it was at least not deserted.

Until a passenger bus dedicated to the scenic spot also drove over, the strange feeling in Chen Chang'an's heart completely disappeared. He peeled a handful of pistachios and put them all in Dao Nian's hands: "Should you be on the mountain?"

Dao Nian took the pistachio and relaxed a little while the corners of his lips that had been tense.

The car bypassed the winding mountain road, crossed another bridge, and stopped in a spacious parking area. Chen Chang'an saw the thick fog, and the roof of a building was faintly exposed. He rubbed his hands and turned around and saw Liu Mao holding a folding wheelchair in the trunk, so he bent down and carried Dao Nian out of the car.

"gentlemen……"

With a clang, the folding wheelchair in Liu Mao's hand hit the ground. Facing Chen Changan's puzzled eyes, Liu Mao smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, your hand slips."

Putting Daonian in a wheelchair, Chen Changan looked at Daonian's slender legs, turned around and took out the blanket in the car to cover Daonian's legs: "It's quite cold on the mountain."

He glanced at a tourist bus parked next to them. The bus was covered with mud and water. It should have been driven two or three days ago when it was raining in Wuming City.

Thinking of this, Chen Changan pointed at the building in the thick fog and said with a smile: "Look, does this place look like the outdoor scene in a horror movie? Generally, a horror movie with a hotel as the background, when the protagonist and supporting characters are trapped in the hotel and cannot escape, the outside of the hotel is nothing but thick fog and night."

Liu Mao looked at the hotel that combines Chinese and Western style in the thick fog, and was speechless.

"Hey, it seems that it is the mountain spring bathhouse introduced in the travel manual. Anyway, the fog is so strong now and the temperature is a little low. Why don't we go to the mountain spring bath first and go out to enjoy the scenery when the fog clears in the afternoon?" Chen Chang'an looked through the travel manual and looked down at Nian, "Dao Nian, what do you think?"
Chapter completed!