The soul travels through the eighteenth line, the female agent is killing crazy in the entertainment

The car started again.

The two of them were silent. The heart-warming kiss just now made them unable to extricate themselves.

I want to taste it, but I don’t dare to reflect too carefully.

The road behind became flat and straight and turned into a winding mountain road. After a few minutes, the car arrived at the gate of the camping club.

After all, it’s autumn, and camping isn’t as popular as it is in spring and summer.

The parking space outside the gate is mostly empty.

Jiang Qilan stopped the car, took a breath and turned to look at Cheng Ling.

The blush on Cheng Ling's face had not completely subsided, and the light outside the door reflected her eyes brightly.

"We're here, get ready to get off the car," Jiang Qilan couldn't help but raise her lips, "Do you have a mask or something?"

"Yes." Cheng Ling took out the mask from his bag and put it on, as well as his sewing hat.

Jiang Qilan got out of the car and opened the door for her.

As soon as they got off the car, Jiang Qilan took her hand.

The campground was very quiet, a large area of ​​tents with only three or five lights on.

The two of them booked the outermost tent. Although it was windy, the scenery was better.

Cheng Ling also asked for an outdoor barbecue grill, ten skewers of chicken wings, fifty skewers of mutton and beef skewers, twenty skewers of assorted vegetables, and individually packaged seasonings.

Jiang Qilan checked around the tent to make sure it was tied firmly.

The waiter has already helped to light the barbecue stove and arrange the skewers on several iron shelves.

"You two can enjoy it slowly. If necessary, you can ring the service bell." The waiter gave Cheng Ling a remote control.

Several buttons "add fire", "add water", "add dishes" and "call".

Cheng Ling thanked her, and when the waiter walked away, she took off her knitted hat and mask.

Jiang Qilan reached for the skewers, but was blocked by Cheng Ling.

"Brother Lan, sit down and relax. I'll bake it today." Cheng Ling was very serious.

Cheng Ling tied her long hair into a bun and wiped her hands.

Jiang Qilan sat on the picnic chair and watched her grab the seasonings, pour a little on the back of her hand, and taste them one by one.

Then, she skillfully picked up the skewers, separated them one by one, and spread them out on the barbecue grill that was burning with flames.

She stared at the skewers, turning her wrists from time to time, turning the meat skewers licked by the tongue of fire, and sometimes sprinkled some of this seasoning, and now a little of that seasoning. .

The oil on the skewers gradually secretes out, and occasionally it makes two squeaking sounds, which can be heard far away in the quiet autumn night.

He looked up at the stars, and his heart had never been so content.

The first batch of skewers, the thin slices of mutton that Cheng Ling selected for easy grilling, has already been grilled.

She transferred the meat skewers to a stainless steel plate covered with a plastic bag, and then placed some chicken wings and rib skewers that were not easy to cook on the grill.

"Brother Lan, let's eat the meat skewers first." Cheng Ling placed the plate on the picnic table and sat down on the picnic chair on the other side.

Thinly sliced ​​mutton slices, grilled at just the right heat, and sprinkled with a little bit of bright red chili pepper, will make your salivary glands secrete quickly.

The hard-to-cook chicken wings and ribs were roasting on the fire, so Cheng Ling could eat them with him.

Jiang Qilan picked up a barbecue skewer and Cheng Ling looked at him with burning eyes.

She was a little nervous.

This is the first time that Brother Lan eats something she made.

He gently bit the piece of meat with his teeth, tilted his head slightly, and took a whole piece of mutton into his mouth.

The lamb is grilled at just the right temperature, and the meat is fragrant and pliable. The tongue rolls around the meat and pushes it to the teeth. The unique aroma of the strong charcoal-roasted protein is felt between the lips and teeth.

Then the tongue slowly tasted other flavors, and the salty and spicy taste spread in the mouth one after another.

Jiang Qilan's eyes lit up: "It's so delicious!"

Cheng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "Then eat more. Will it feel spicy?"

"No, it's just right." Jiang Qilan swallowed the meat in his mouth and thought about it for a while, "It's really delicious! You can eat it too."

"good."

Cheng Ling picked up the meat skewers, one for each of us, and one for me to eat.

Occasionally, Cheng Ling would stand up and go back to the barbecue, sprinkle some seasoning on the skewers on the fire, and flip them.

Jiang Qilan opened the bottle of drink and poured it into glasses, one for each person.

The trees are thick and the mountain breeze is whistling.

The two of them occasionally touched glasses, mixed with Jiang Qilan's compliments.

Cheng Ling was satisfied.

Those dream days are back.

After eating and drinking, Cheng Ling dragged out a mat from the tent and spread it on the ground. She lay down first.

Jiang Qilan then lay down next to her.

There is a distance of about one meter in between.

The two looked at the sky.

Under the starry sky, people can realize their own insignificance.

Only the people around you can give you a real sense of existence.

The two of them looked at the stars quietly and listened to the wind. The sound of beer glasses clinking came from the tent in the distance.

Jiang Qilan spoke softly: "Cheng Ling... why did you bring me here?"

Although it is indeed quiet here and you can really be in nature... there are many places that meet these conditions, but Cheng Ling chose this one.

Moreover, he could not mistake it. When Cheng Ling looked at him, his eyes were far away.

It made him feel that she was looking at someone else through him.

Cheng Ling breathed out leisurely, and instead of answering his question, he raised a new question: "Brother Lan, have you ever thought about whether life is constantly reincarnating?"

Jiang Qilan said calmly: "I haven't thought about this problem."

Cheng Ling said softly: "Perhaps, you and I were once close friends. Perhaps, this situation has happened before. Coming here is just following my heart."

Jiang Qilan was silent for a while.

He said: "What if only one of the two people has the past memories... How lonely and heavy would it be for the person who carries the memories that originally belonged to both of them."

Then, he asked again: "So, Cheng Ling, are you the one who carries the memories of both of them?"