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"You will die if you keep your voice down?"

Chu Wei yelled at Sang Chuan in a low voice, but she kept putting on her shoes. She had already tied her shoe straps and stood up while speaking.

Chuyun also changed her shoes after Chuwei.

Sang Chuan's eyes kept switching back and forth between his jio and Chuwei's sneakers, and finally stopped on Chuwei's face.

He swallowed, and said solemnly, "Can you let me wear your sneakers?"

A ruthless word "scroll" popped out of Chuwei's mouth.

"I don't even want to see if your big feet can fit in my size 34 shoes."

[It can be seen that Sang Chuan is really eager to own a pair of sneakers. 】

[Sang Chuan is miserable, his shoes and socks were taken away by the man in black, even if he wanted to foul, he didn't have that condition. 】

Sang Chuan's eyes moved to Chu Yun's feet again, Chu Yun quickly retracted her feet, and said sullenly: "What are you doing, I am your elder, your eyes are very offensive!"

Chu Wei stepped forward to protect Chu Yun, pointed at Sang Chuan with two fingers, and said viciously: "Look again, believe it or not, I'll poke your eyes blind!"

Forget it, these two women are too fierce, give up!
Sang Chuan was about to turn his head back and continue climbing, but the moment he turned his head, his eyes suddenly stopped on the photographer.

"Brother, you look so burly, you should be very, very tall, taller than me, right?" Sang Chuan had a flattering expression on his face.

[Something is wrong, very wrong, Sang Chuan is obviously complimenting the photographer, but why does his eyes look like a hungry wolf seeing a fat sheep? 】

[There is a faint feeling that the photographer is going to suffer. 】

Suddenly caught by the cue, the photographer was stunned for a moment, and replied with a slightly dumbfounded expression: "Also...well, 185 is still available."

Sang Chuan's eyes lit up instantly, and he slowly approached the photographer with a treacherous smile on his face.

"What are you going to do?"

The photographer finally realized something was wrong and slowly backed away.

As a result, Sang Chuan threw himself on the photographer and shouted excitedly and pervertedly: "Bring it to you!"

"Don't move...my camera..."

Taking advantage of the gap between the photographer protecting the camera, Sang Chuan squatted down to pick up his shoes: "Brother, I won't make things difficult for you, just take off your shoes for me."

"Sang Chuan, what are you doing? What's the difference between your behavior and a bandit?" Chu Wei couldn't stand it anymore, and tried to seek justice for the photographer.

In the end, Sang Chuan rolled his eyes: "Please sister, we are a team now, we are all prosperous and all are damaged. I will definitely hold you back when I wear these broken shoes to climb the mountain. So what if you arrive first? According to the pissing nature of the program group, You will definitely not be given the opportunity to choose a place of residence first."

There was obviously nothing wrong with what Sang Chuan said, but Chu Wei's face blushed inexplicably, she pretended to be angry and said, "It's up to you!"

Then he turned his head and stopped looking at Sang Chuan.

[No, I don't understand, Sang Chuan has already explained it clearly, why is Chu Wei still angry? 】

[Is there a possibility that Chuwei is not angry, but shy. 】

[Sang Chuan is a bit of a brat, the "sister" in his mouth is a modal particle, but he shouted it with a subwoofer-like voice, which is not the case with Chuwei. 】

[Let's not talk about Chuwei, I myself was seduced by this "sister", I will intercept it separately later and listen to it repeatedly. 】

The photographer refused to cooperate and kept shrinking back. Sang Chuan directly grabbed his ankles.

"Brother, don't force me to use force while I'm still patient." Sang Chuan's tone was innocent, but he deserved a beating.

"No, I have to follow you all the way to the top of the mountain. You took my shoes away. What should I wear?" The photographer was still making the last resistance.

Sang Chuan: "That's not easy, you go down the mountain the same way, don't follow us up the mountain, can't you?"

"If you don't cooperate any more, I'll have someone pick you up!" Sang Chuan grabbed the photographer's feet, turned his head and shouted, "Two sisters, come and help me hold him, I'm going to pick him up!"

No matter how old a girl is, she has no resistance to being called "sister" by her handsome younger brother.

Chuyun was elated by the "sister" and helped the photographer to persuade the photographer: "The three of us are against you. You have no chance of winning. Those who understand current affairs are the best."

Under the coercion of the three, the photographer's shoes and socks were all shoved onto Sang Chuan's feet.

In the end, the photographer had to pick up his camera and go down the mountain in desperation. This session of guests was the most difficult session of guests he had ever photographed.

Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang carried Grandma Song up in a bamboo sedan chair, just in time to see the scene where Sang Chuan robbed the photographer and changed his shoes and socks.

Song Shi was also shocked: "You foul!"

Sang Chuan smiled: "Yes, if you are serious, you will lose, and I will foul, what can you do to me!"

After Sang Chuan finished speaking, he walked forward with his head held high like a cocky rooster, and he didn't forget to turn his head and make a face at Song Shi.

Chuwei and Chuyun hurriedly followed, after all, there were several groups of families in front of them, so they had to pass them quickly.

"Xiao Ye, if I come down, it will be too slow to carry me." Grandma Song offered to get off the sedan chair.

But Song Shi refused to let it go: "No, grandma, you are getting old, and it is easy to break your bones when climbing such a high mountain."

Qin Jiaxiang also felt that something was wrong: "It's okay, Grandma Song, we will stop and rest if we can't bear it, you old man can't make trouble."

Grandma Song was not happy anymore. She leaned on the edge of the bamboo sedan chair, looked down at Song Shiye and said, "I'm old, not dead. The mountains I usually climb with my little sisters are higher than this one. Who do you look down on?"

[Grandma Song is not exaggerating at all. My grandmother is over 80 years old and still planting corn in the field. Her hands and feet are as nimble as if I am the trash. 】

[Grandma Song looks to be around seventy, and her mental outlook is better than that of many young people. I guess she doesn't exercise less. 】

Grandma Song was very persistent, and Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang couldn't hold her back, so they had to obediently let her go.

But I was afraid that Grandma Song would be too tired to walk after a while, so she didn't dare to throw the bamboo sedan chair halfway, so she could only continue walking forward with the empty sedan chair.

It's just that the weight of the empty sedan chair was much lighter, and Song Shiye and Qin Jiaxiang walked faster than before.

Within a few minutes, Grandma Song ran up to them and stood on a high place with her hips akimbo to show off: "Hey, you two young people are not as useful as an old man like me."

Song Shiye's heart was raised, and he quickly reminded: "Grandma, be careful, don't fall!"

"Don't worry, grandma knows it well."

Looking at Grandma Song's back getting farther and farther away, Qin Jiaxiang couldn't help but teased Song Shi too: "I feel like I'm the old man who should sit in a bamboo sedan chair."

Song Shi also smiled, and said poorly, "Then say goodbye, I can't lift you up."

【In just two days, Xiao has been Sichuanized, and the tone of his speech is more and more like Sang Chuan, Chuanli Chuanqi. 】

[Normal, there are no boys at this age who are not poor. Look at Shen Yi, who is in his 20s and is still poor. 】

[Is there a possibility that Shen Yi is called a poisonous tongue, not a poor mouth. 】