Arrogant Uncle, don't be shy

Before he saw Xianren lake, Zhang Xiaoxiao always thought that it should be a large pool in the deep valley.

However, when she followed Zhou Cheng and turned a wooded corner, the scenery in front of her suddenly opened up.

The sun shines on the sparkling lake, and each water wave is like a gold thread, intertwined into a dense net.

The lake was so vast that Zhang Xiaoxiao was surprised.

They are all lush trees. The trees here probably grow better than those in other places because of sufficient water and good light.

Everything in front of us is like a beautiful scene that can only appear in artistic description.

A green, unknown bird brushed over the lake, gently, then spread its wings, flew high into the sky and disappeared in the woods.

Zhang Xiaoxiao suddenly regretted that he didn't come with something to draw.

Draw here, she should be able to get a lot of inspiration.

By this time, the so-called surprise has been forgotten, but Zhang Xiaoxiao himself, who had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Ling Chen looked at Zhang Xiaoxiao, who was immersed in the scenery. She only felt that the most beautiful scenery in the world could not compare with the scene she stood in front of him.

In fact, Zhou Cheng really didn't want to disturb them, but he felt it was really necessary for him to ask whether he needed to exist here. After all, he still had to operate the surprise.

Zhou Cheng kept his voice to the lowest and asked Ling Chen in his ear, "Mr. Ling, am I going to prepare now?"

Ling Chen's eyes always stayed on Zhang Xiaoxiao. He nodded to Zhou Cheng absently, which made Zhou Cheng doubt whether Ling Chen heard what he just said?

However, whether Lingchen hears it or not, he has got Lingchen's nod anyway.

Therefore, Zhou Cheng quickly disappeared from the picture that doesn't seem to welcome single dogs.

After the idlers dispersed, Ling Chen took two steps forward and held her in her arms from behind Zhang Xiaoxiao.

He is much taller than Zhang Xiaoxiao, so that he can directly wrap the little girl in his arms. As if like this, the two people have been integrated and will never be separated again.

Zhang Xiaoxiao didn't react too much to his sudden hug.

She grabbed Ling Chen's wrist and said softly, "uncle, when we get old, how nice it would be if we could live together in a place with such good scenery."

There was infinite expectation in Zhang Xiaoxiao's voice, which made Ling Chen seem to be able to see what it would be like to live in such a place when they were old.

Ling Chen lowered his head and kissed Zhang Xiaoxiao on his side face. A low voice sounded in Zhang Xiaoxiao's ear.

He said to Zhang Xiaoxiao with great understanding, "well, I'll prepare such a valley for you in the future. At that time, you can live the life you want, come to the lake to draw and sketch in the woods."

They didn't say anything else. The sound of birds and the rustle of leaves blown by the wind were incredibly gentle.

At this time, the sound of the water by the lake suddenly became louder.

Zhang Xiaoxiao looked at it curiously and saw a scene that stunned her.

A huge water tanker, which has been dark and shiny for many years, rises slowly and slowly from the lake.

As the water tanker rises, it has begun to rotate slowly.

The clear lake water surged down from the waterwheel, and the sun shone on it, as if countless gemstones were scattered.

Ling Chen's smiling voice sounded in her ear: "what do you think of this surprise?"?

Zhang Xiaoxiao was so shocked by the scene that he couldn't speak.

Until the waterwheel completely exposed the lake and began to rotate slowly and powerfully, she suddenly turned around and hugged Ling Chen.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was as happy as a child who received a new year gift for the first time: "uncle, you are so good. How did you find this thing? It's really beautiful. "

"I knew you'd like it."

Ling Chen was very satisfied with her reaction and bowed her head and kissed her on the forehead.

In fact, Ling Chen didn't expect to bring Zhang Xiaoxiao here at the beginning.

What he thought was to take Zhang Xiaoxiao abroad these two days. In foreign countries, it should not be easy for people here to find them.

Later, however, Du Zetang reminded him that if someone checked the exit records of his and Zhang Xiaoxiao's passports, they might show their feet if they were not careful.

Just when he was worried about where to go, Ling Chen suddenly thought of what Zhou Cheng had said before, in his hometown in the next city.

At first, Ling Chen only thought that this should be a mountain village rarely disturbed by outsiders. After watching the photos put in Zhou Cheng's mobile phone, he felt an unexpected joy.

Having been with the little girl for so long, Ling Chen is quite sure of what kind of place and scenery she will like.

Sure enough, it's right to bring the little girl here.

After the initial excitement, Zhang Xiaoxiao began to sigh and say, "ah, I knew I should have brought everything about drawing flowers. At least I should have brought a sketch book."

It happened that as soon as her voice fell, she came over with a huge box on her back when she went to start the bearing of the waterwheel.

"Miss Zhang, Mr. Ling knows you so well that he must have prepared everything for you."

Zhou Cheng said this with a smile, put down the box on his back and opened it in front of Zhang Xiaoxiao.

In that box, there are sketch easels, watercolors, gouache, all kinds of pigments and even charcoal pens.

No matter what Zhang Xiaoxiao wants to draw or how he wants to draw, he doesn't have to worry.

In such a surprise situation that he can get what he wants every time, as if Ling Chen turned into Santa Claus, Zhang Xiaoxiao feels that he can't express his mood no matter what he says now.

Listen to other students all day. The hero of this TV play, Sue, is dying. The hero of that TV play, Sue, is dying.

But at this moment, Zhang Xiaoxiao deeply felt that their uncle was the real broken leg.

Ling Chen gently pinched Zhang Xiaoxiao's white and tender face. His handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness and said to Zhang Xiaoxiao, "what are you doing? Didn't you just say you wanted to draw? How about it? Which one do you want to use? "

Zhang Xiaoxiao's index finger rubbed his lips, thought for a while, and finally decided, "well, just draw watercolor."

Such a beautiful scene, if only sketching, wouldn't it be a waste?

Or the watercolor with brighter color is better.

After putting up the easel, Zhang Xiaoxiao said to Ling Chen in a whim, "uncle, let me draw a picture for you."