Chapter 112: Ziyi and Xiaoxiao, Share an Umbrella
Zhao Congrui and Lin Houchun were deliberately enslaved by Lu Ziyi, their hearts filled with resentment.
However, they didn’t dare to utter a sound; yesterday they were the ones who had mocked Ziyi and initiated the bet with him.
Who knew Ziyi’s strength was so great that he could actually perform the Lion Dance, and even the invincible Lu Family Ink Lion Team was cooperating with him.
Lu Ziyi won, and they lost completely, so they could only obediently carry the luggage and act as coolies.
Seeing Zhao Congrui and Lin Houchun looking resentfully at Lu Ziyi but not daring to retort a single word, Leng Yanfei knew exactly what had happened.
It must be that her scheming son had tricked his good friends again.
Leng Yanfei said kindly, “Tents, I’m afraid there won’t be any. If you want them, you can’t take them.”
“Then we won’t take the tents!” Zhao Congrui quickly said, “Just… bring an umbrella. If it’s too sunny, I’ll hold it for Xiaoxiao.”
“You should still bring an umbrella,” Leng Yanfei said reasonably. “It won’t be sunny under the shade of trees, but the weather in the mountains can change in an instant, so an umbrella can shield you from rain.”
“Then let’s bring three umbrellas. Ziyi and Xiaoxiao can share one,” Zhao Congrui was quite thoughtful, not only pleasing Lu Ziyi but also saving on the weight of one umbrella.
“Two umbrellas are enough,” Lu Ziyi said. “If it rains, Congrui and Houchun can share one.”
Zhao Congrui’s mouth twitched. He looked at Lin Houchun with disdain. Who would want to embrace a big man under one umbrella?
Lin Houchun didn’t seem to favor Zhao Congrui either. He chuckled twice and said, “Let’s bring an extra umbrella. I’m strong, one umbrella might not be enough for me alone.”
Lu Ziyi ignored them. In any case, they were the ones carrying the luggage, so the decision on whether it was heavier or lighter was up to them.
Leng Yanfei divided the luggage into two backpacks and had Zhao Congrui and Lin Houchun carry them.
In reality, it was just more water and food. Once they ate and drank it, it would become lighter.
They were expected to stay in the mountains for a day. When they set off, the four young people were enthusiastic and happy, including the two who were carrying the luggage.
After entering the mountain ridge, Lu Ziyi was familiar with the path and walked at the front, with Ye Chuxiao following behind. Zhao Congrui, finding Lin Houchun slow, wanted to follow Xiaoxiao and was third.
A stream flowed gently, and Lu Ziyi’s group moved upstream against the current.
This was not a developed tourist scenic area. There was a path, created by the mountain dwellers and tourists who came and went, but it was still a dirt road, somewhat uneven and narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass.
Sometimes the stream ran alongside mountain rocks, leaving no path at all, requiring them to climb over the rocks and onto the path on the other side.
Lu Ziyi took care of Ye Chuxiao, holding her hand in dangerous spots.
The environment was completely natural, making the journey more difficult, but the young people loved adventure, and they all moved forward, chatting and laughing.
They only occasionally encountered mountain dwellers collecting herbs or tourists. Everything they saw and heard was unadorned and simple, fully immersed in the embrace of nature.
The mountain ridge along the stream was truly beautiful. Lu Ziyi and the others were not in a hurry, stopping to take photos and rest from time to time.
Of course, there was also Zhao Congrui urging everyone to drink water and eat quickly to lighten the weight of his backpack.
After walking until one or two o’clock, the initial enthusiasm for entering the mountains gradually diminished, especially for the two carrying the luggage.
Seeing a large pool formed by the stream in a low-lying area, Zhao Congrui wailed, “Can you guys wait for me for a bit up ahead? I want to soak in the water for a while.”
