Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

With a resounding "Let's go!" from Fang Daqiang.

This "superstar mountain running team," which can be described as the top-tier team in the Chinese entertainment industry, has officially set off.

rear.

"Director, shall we go in with them?"

An assistant director asked, shrinking his neck.

Zhou Zheng looked up at the imposing, towering snow slope and shook his head vigorously.

"Get in my ass!"

"This snow is enough to bury a person; if we go in, we'll only cause more trouble."

He decisively took two steps back and gave the order:

"We'll stay outside and keep a close eye on the broadcast."

"In case of emergency, call for help immediately!"

……

the other side.

The mountain running team crawled laboriously up the snow slope.

As soon as you enter the forest, the world becomes instantly quiet.

The thick, all-encompassing snow acted as the most natural soundproofing material, completely absorbing the sound of the wind outside.

All that could be heard was the increasingly heavy breathing from the ranks.

Fang Daqiang, who was leading the way, did not walk very fast, but every step he took was extremely solid.

This is called "treading the path".

Experienced mountain runners lead the way, using their own two legs as plows.

In a sea of ​​snow that is knee-deep or even waist-deep, they carved out a path that they could walk on.

Those behind simply need to follow the large footprint and move forward one by one.

That's the logic.

But when you actually step on it, it's not like that at all.

When you step on it, your feet always feel soft and yielding, like stepping on a pile of cotton.

With each step forward, you have to desperately pull your legs out of the deep snow pit.

Raise your leg high, then slam it down hard.

Pull. Lift. Smash.

Pull it out again. Lift it again. Smash it again.

This was repeated for less than ten minutes.

Hua Yu, who was in the middle of the group, was already so exhausted that he began to question the meaning of life.

"Whoosh—hiss—whoosh—hiss—"

He braced himself on his knees with both hands and exhaled large puffs of white vapor.

The moment the white vapor emerged, it formed a layer of frost on his eyebrows and bangs.

Those few carefully styled wispy bangs were now sticking out stiffly under the brim of the hat.

One by one.

It looks like a row of instant noodles.

Hua Yu struggled to lift his head and glanced at Ju Jingyi in front of him.

Xiao Ju was also panting heavily.

But she was clearly in high spirits, clutching the snakeskin sack tightly to her arm, determined to make a full haul today.

Let's look further ahead.

Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu are older, and their physical strength can't compare with that of younger people.

But the two senior figures walked steadily, never complaining or falling behind.

He kept his head down and followed Fang Daqiang step by step.

Fang Yu, walking behind Fang Daqiang, was intentionally or unintentionally slowing down his pace.

He can't go fast.

Once he speeds up, those behind him will unconsciously accelerate in order to keep up.

Acceleration means sweating, hypothermia, and physical exhaustion.

Fang Yu turned around with ease and glanced at Liu Yifei, who was following behind him and struggling to move.

The fairy sister was wearing such thick clothes that her legs couldn't bend at all when she walked.

Each step involved first plunging your leg into the snow, then laboriously pulling it out.

"Fairy Sister, is it alright?"

Fang Yu didn't stop walking, but he had already turned his body to the side.

"Say something if you can't walk anymore."

"My broad back is ready to serve passengers; you're just waiting to scan the code and get on board."

Liu Yifei took several deep breaths behind her mask before finally managing to squeeze her voice out from under the cotton padding.

"I'm fine, I can hold on a little longer."

Stubborn.

Typical stubbornness.

Fang Yu knew this kind of stubbornness all too well.

Translated it is——

I'm dying, but you have to ask me twice more.

however.

Before Fang Yu could even speak, the second round of invitations was extended—

Following behind, Ju Jingyi immediately raised her gloved hand high and shouted:

"Feather God! I! I can't hold on any longer!"

"Since Sister Yifei can still walk, could you let me get in the car first?"

"I'll scan the code! I'll pay double the fare!"

While shouting, Ju Jingyi secretly winked and made faces at Fang Yu.

That look in his eyes was full of—

Praise me! I'm the best wingman!

Fang Yu was taken aback at first, then immediately understood and let out a long "Oh".

"Well... that's not impossible."

"Come, come, Ms. Ju, please go first—"

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Liu Yifei immediately panicked.

That layer of composure just now shattered completely with a "crack".

She blinked her big, watery eyes, her voice so soft it could melt your heart.

"I feel like... I suddenly can't walk at all."

My legs went weak.

"I want to carry it."

"Now."

Fang Yu burst out laughing on the spot.

"Alright!"

"Distinguished guest, please take a seat!"

He bent his knees slightly and lowered his body.

Liu Yifei pounced on him without any hesitation and with great joy.

They wrapped their arms around his neck tightly.

She hung there like a koala.

Warm breaths pattered on the back of Fang Yu's neck, making it both itchy and hot.

Behind.

Ju Jingyi watched this scene and quietly withdrew her raised hand.

He tucked the burlap sack back under his arm.

Head down, following the footprints, I continued walking forward step by step.

She smiled slightly and sighed softly, "How stingy!"

"...That's wonderful."

The sound was very soft.

Covered by a cotton hat, wrapped in the wind.

Nobody heard it.

In the live stream room.

The audience, overwhelmed by this display of affection, has completely gone crazy.

【Ugh! Yifei, what happened to your stubbornness?! What happened to your promise to "hold on a little longer"?!】

[Ju Jingyi: You're welcome, please call me—the Matchmaker Online!]

[This is hilarious! This celestial beauty is so possessive! She won't even let another woman touch her back! Those four words, "Now," just killed me!]

[Fang Yu isn't just running in the mountains, this is a paid romance plus an extreme display of affection! I'm reporting this!]

[Hua Yu, exhausted in the back: Can you two please care about the feelings of single people???]

However, Liu Yifei didn't let Fang Yu carry her for too long.

Even if she is very slim, she still weighs a solid 100 pounds.

She couldn't bear to exhaust her boyfriend.

More importantly—

I stayed in Kaoshantun for more than half a month, watching Fang Yu show off his lavish meals every day.

She could feel it herself; her cheeks had become a little rounder.

If this man were to carry it for too long...

Who knows, maybe it'll bounce up a couple of times and then suddenly say something like—

"Hey, it's heavier than last time."

Then her image as a national goddess will be completely shattered.

So, I lingered on Fang Yu's broad and warm back for a short while.

Liu Yifei patted Fang Yu on the shoulder and jumped off the "car".

They rejoined the ranks of those wading through the snow.