What Huo Lang actually meant was to ask Si Ningning if he thought of anything unhappy.

But when these words fell in Si Ningning's ears, they were like thunder.

"What are you looking at through here? You think it's glass!" Si Ningning changed the subject, turning her back to Huo Lang and walking toward the hillside full of various flowers to cover up her panicked eyes.

Calm down, Si Ningning!

You must always be vigilant! Don’t easily show such an expression that makes people catch you and speculate!

Pure white wild lilies cover half of the hillside, like small trumpets, swaying back and forth in the wind.

Si Ningning kept warning herself in her mind, and her hands had no sense of autonomy. They were only guided by their emotions, and they tore off several wild lilies in succession.

Then, he brushed off the excess leaves without caring about the small thorns at the roots. After a while, the palm of his right hand was already a bright red.

Si Ningning was sitting among the flowers, holding a bouquet of wild lilies in her arms, her crescent eyebrows tightly knitted with worry. At this moment, there was a sudden darkness in front of her, and a shadow completely enveloped her.

Si Ningning came back to her senses slightly, looked up, and met Huo Lang's gaze, which was looking down deeply.

"Si Ningning."

Huo Lang's deep eyebrows were raised, and the sexy European-style breasts above his peach blossom eyes were narrowed, and his expression looked very serious.

"Huh?" Si Ningning responded blankly and was so focused on looking at Huo Lang's expression that he didn't notice the change in his name at all.

"What's wrong?"

"You can refuse to answer my question."

"But don't use escape methods."

Yes, escape.

But what to escape from?

Holang didn't know.

After all, the two of them were neither relatives nor friends, so he couldn't ask too many questions, and he was in no position to make any promises.

After a moment of silence, under Si Ningning's blank gaze, Huo Lang straightened up and reached for Si Ningning again with the wooden stick in his hand.

His tone became softer: "The sun is strong now, let's stay somewhere else."

"...Okay." Si Ningning slowly reached out and grabbed one end of the wooden stick.

I thought that this time it would be like the previous times, that Huo Lang would forcefully carry him away, but it didn't happen.

The other party seemed to be aware of her depressed mood at this time, so her movements and words were very soft.

For several moments, Si Ningning felt that she had been seen through by Huo Lang, but every time Huo Lang would stop at nothing and never ask more questions, let alone go deeper.

Si Ningning walked behind Huo Lang, looking forward from the wooden stick under his hand, up, and finally followed the strong arm and landed on Huo Lang's back.

The man's shoulders were broad and his back was strong. Combined with everything before, Si Ningning inexplicably felt at ease.

After staring at the back of Huo Lang's head for a while, Si Ningning explained: "I just miss my family a little bit."

Grandma is her family, and she didn't tell lies.

Huo Lang slowed down his pace for half a beat and quickly returned to his natural state, "I will go to the county after the busy farming season... If you can spare time to go out, I can help you send a telegram."

He thought Si Ningning was talking about his family in Jingshi.

Si Ningning nodded, confirming Huo Lang's idea, but realized that Huo Lang had his back to her and could not see her movements, so she said again, "Then I thank you first."

Huo Lang said nothing more and led Si Ningning to continue walking forward.

There are many common flowers near Team 3. The most common flowers besides honeysuckle are wild roses.

Mo Yue walked for another ten minutes, first through the wild lily bushes, then through the rose path, and finally stopped in front of a two-meter-high soil slope at the edge of the woods.

Overbearing thorny creatures rise from the ground. The so-called soil slope becomes a climbing frame. The thorns and vines are densely intertwined. In addition, on the buds and side branches of the thorns, there are clusters of orange-red or black-purple.

of small fruits.

Si Ningning is very familiar with those small fruits.

"Isn't this the prickly pear you were talking about?" Si Ningning shook her head, thinking over and over again and finally couldn't help but ask.

Huo Lang looked at her without saying anything, and it was obvious from the look in his eyes that he was.

"Okay." Si Ningning was speechless for a while.

It turns out that the so-called thornberry is a type of raspberry.

It's just that this raspberry is much smaller than the air-shipped raspberries she ate before traveling through time. The difference is probably the difference between her thumb and little finger.

Everything here is purely natural and wild, so you don’t have to worry about pesticides or anything like that. Moreover, this place is in the mountains, and there is very little dust and dirt.

After thinking about this clearly, Si Ningning took a step away from Huo Lang, reached out and carefully avoided the thorns on the branches, picked two black and purple thorns and put them into his mouth to taste them.

I thought the taste would not be as good as what I had eaten before, but the sweetness in my mouth turned out to be much sweeter than what I had eaten before.

Si Ningning's eyes widened and she was instantly freed from her previous emotions.

She turned her head and looked at Huo Lang, who looked indifferent, and asked: "This place is so far away from the production team, how did you find out?"

Huo Lang was sitting on a big rock on one side, holding a dark green old-fashioned military kettle in his hand. He had just taken a sip of water and planned to take a rest. When Si Ningning asked, he silently tightened the cap of the bottle and put the kettle away.

Throwing it into the backpack, "I killed the four pests before and found it by accident while chasing a wild boar."

What Holang didn't say was that things like thorns were everywhere around the production team.

Digression:

Ah Yao muttered:

Why do some people find it “unappetizing” to buy unlucky stuff from the black market?

Isn’t reselling a common plot in period novels? And it is indeed a means of survival in modern history!
Chapter completed!