I became popular after the live broadcast of raising cubs deep in the mountains

Ye Zhen glanced at the frightened young man in surprise, "I'll accept the watermelon when it's finished."

"Oh..." Ye Sheng let go of his hand, his expression unclear.

"What's wrong with you, Xiao Sheng?" Ye Zhen felt that something was wrong with Ye Sheng. It seemed that he was acting weird when he talked about Delphinium Flower.

"I...you..."

Ye Sheng's eyes were extremely depressed. His mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't tell the truth. In the end, he only said: "I'm fine, you can take care of it."

After that, he stood up and left, his back looking like he was running away.

Ye Zhen looked at Xia Meng questioningly.

Xia Meng also shook his head in confusion, expressing his complete ignorance.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was very lively:
"Wow, wow, wow, the little scientist is definitely hiding something from the big beauty!"

"Looking at him looking so depressed and struggling, it's definitely not a good thing!"

"No! I finally knocked on a pair of real-life sweet lovers! No need for a knife!"

"After this incident, I also feel that one comment about the little scientist who said that love is not in the eyes of a young scientist is right. Looking at it this way, it really doesn't look like love between a man and a woman!"

"I also vaguely feel that the little scientist really wants to treat the big beauty as his sister, but the way he expresses it is a bit confusing??"

"Hey, we ordinary people can't understand the brain of a genius!"

"I think this is purely an emotional disorder. The little scientist seems to have difficulty distinguishing and expressing various emotions."

"Everyone, think carefully. From the time when the little scientist came on his journey to find tea, what he said to the big beauty was more likely to be what he said to his lover."

"Although relatives may talk about love among themselves, in this case, his expression is obviously wrong!"

"Just like what the great beauty said just now, he will be happier if he says these words to the person he likes."

"Damn it, when you think about it like this, it's really miserable for the little scientist! Fortunately, my beauty didn't think about it like this!"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. How come a 50-meter sword appeared out of thin air and slashed at me!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuah, I'm so sweet!"

"Don't lose heart in the CP party, aren't the sister-sister party also CP!"

"I really need to thank you for letting me cry for a while!"

On the morning of the heavy rain, Ye Zhen and three others were walking through Area 4.

This is already the fifth day, and the day after tomorrow is the official start day of the Tea Fighting Conference.

Area 4 is located on a cliff at an altitude of 100 meters, with towering ancient trees in the forest and crisscrossed streams and waterfalls.

If you sit in a helicopter and look down, you will feel that it is a paradise on earth, but if you walk there in person, the feeling is that who knows who walks there - there are no roads, no light, no open space, and the dank depressions are full of blood-sucking bugs.

Coleoptera insects dominate, and small bombers usually buzz in front of their eyes and ears, either stopping on their faces, or trying to get into their clothes from their neck collars.

The rainstorm came suddenly, and the forest fell into darkness in the blink of an eye. The only thing that could be heard was the loud sound of rain hitting the leaves.

Ye Zhen pulled Ye Sheng and Xia Meng to fumble through the rain curtain where they couldn't see the road. The waterfall-like torrential rain washed over their bodies, as if they were going to be washed away in the mud.

Ye Sheng watched Ye Zhen walking through the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow. He had never experienced such a violent wind and rain, and he couldn't help but feel frightened and trembled all over.

After waiting for 10 minutes, they suddenly entered a new world.

It seemed that it had just rained there, and the forest was filled with rain and mist. The misty sunlight passed through the gaps between the trees and shone on the shallow pools of water dotted on the ground.

Ye Sheng stood still on a stone, panting and looking at where he came from with lingering fear.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could still hear the raging rain.

"This place is really different." Ye Zhen took out an absorbent towel from her backpack and wiped his hair quickly and lightly.

Ye Sheng hadn't recovered from the apocalyptic situation just now, and he looked dazed as if he was letting her flatten and round him.

When his hair was about to be dried, Ye Sheng sneezed and shivered all over.

This place not only has different weather conditions ten miles away, but also different seasons within a hundred meters. Wearing wet summer clothes, they endured the test of a cold spring.

Ye Zhen stuffed the trembling Ye Sheng into her arms. Her arms were like a fireplace, warming him up and warming him up little by little.

Ye Sheng sadly buried his forehead in her shoulder and said in a tired voice: "Sister, I'm so cold..."

He became sad.

Only today did he realize how warm the embrace of his relatives was.

In his more than ten years of life, family love has been cold and pale, father?Mother?family?Every word is a bitter memory.

He was really too cold, especially after being threatened by the powerful nature and being comforted by a warm embrace. He found himself so fragile and helpless, and suddenly he could no longer stay away from the warm family affection he had experienced.

He sobbed and choked, as if he wanted to vent out all the abandonment and grievances he suffered as a child: "Sister, I'm so cold, I'm so cold..."

Ye Zhen patted the back of his neck gently, calming him down like a child.

She knows very well that there is only a wall between people's fragility and strength. She can burst into tears in a moment and grit her teeth to walk a long road.

Ye Sheng's abnormality was washed away by the heavy rain. Just let it out. If he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't ask again.

A man does not flick his tears lightly, that is not yet sad.

When he had cried enough, she asked, "Is it still cold?"

Ye Sheng's steamy eyelashes drooped downwards, his face sullen and silent as if he was embarrassed.

Ye Zhen smiled and stretched out her hand to pinch his tense face, "What's the matter? Does your mood feel better?"

"If you feel cold in the future, just tell your sister. My sister's arms can't warm you as a little person? Huh?"

Ye Sheng suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her, "One year my classmates and I were doing research on animal migration in Africa. The land there was vast and sparsely populated, and we often couldn't find our destination."

"When I asked the locals for directions, they couldn't tell me the north, south, south, east, and west. They always said vaguely, 'Just keep going forward.'"

"I didn't expect that if I kept going forward as they said, I would actually find the destination under a certain opportunity."

"'Keep moving forward' is a stupid way, but it is often the smartest way when there is no other way to think of."

"Sister, I'm not cold anymore. Because I've been walking alone, and then finally met my warm sister, I won't be cold anymore."

Ye Zhen chuckled lightly, his red rabbit-like eyes were really cute, "Well, it doesn't matter if you feel cold again, my sister will always be here."

"Yeah!" Ye Sheng sniffed, as if he saw something, he suddenly let go of her and walked to the left.

After taking seven or eight steps, he stopped under a tree and looked up.

After a while, he called Ye Zhen in a strange tone: "Sister, what do you think this is?"