Main Text 583 The Squirrel Family

Photographer Lin Lun, who had already followed Qin Guan out, had already turned on the lens of his favorite camera, and generously swayed the film produced by the collision between his fingertips and the machine.

"Cong Nianwei, come quickly, the scenery here is really beautiful."

The golden sunlight shone on this mortal elf, making his smile even more delicate for no reason.

I don't know who invented the phrase "extreme joy begets sorrow". When Qin Guan waved his hands vigorously towards the people under the tree, a mischievous squirrel with a big tail found an uninvited guest who suddenly broke into his door.

This nasty guy is still yelling at his house, so that his little squirrels, one, two, three, four, can't sleep well in the afternoon.

Therefore, as the head of a family, one should shoulder one's own important responsibilities and drive away all outsiders who break into one's own territory.

"Oh my God, look at that cutie. Its tail is as fluffy as a ball of fine yarn sold in Gus's department store!"

As a Hilton who always pays attention to the dynamics of the male god, he discovered the existence of this little thing in an instant.

"This is a good composition, Qin Guan, don't scare it away, good boy, find a way to interact with it."

Tasha Duduo and Lin Lun gave the guiding voice at the same time. This is a particularly good painting and photography material, which is simply a source of inspiration for the artist sent by God.

The pair of old friends looked at each other in a tacit understanding, and then put all their minds on the young man on the tree.

There was only one calm and normal person, Cong Nianwei, who rolled his eyes helplessly, as if he knew the direction of the incident, he held his forehead.

"Come on, dear little squirrel, come to Brother Qin Guan"

When the typical scar is healed and the pain is forgotten, Qin Guan gently passed his slender white fingers over.

The father squirrel on the opposite side dragged out a green onion chestnut petal from behind its tail, held it in front of his chest with both paws, and moved towards Qin Guan with two jumps.

With the jumping of the short legs, the big tail drew a beautiful arc in the air, and when Dad Squirrel reached the highest point in the air, he categorically threw the chestnut in his hand towards the intruder's face.

'boom'

The sound was not loud, and a small immature chestnut was smashed on Qin Guan's forehead, bounced off, rolled twice on the branch, and stopped.

"Puff ha ha ha..."

Forgive Cong Nianwei's immorality, Qin Guan's habit of getting carried away when she is happy has really brought infinite joy to her life.

And Tasha Duduo, who had already drawn the pencil sketch of Qin Guan's interaction with the little squirrel under the pen tip, was also stunned on the spot. Immediately, amidst the hearty laughter of the girl beside her, she smiled happily.

Lin Lun, the old man, was already laughing loudly at this moment, his camera had already captured the scene just now very keenly, and such photos full of childishness and artistic conception are very rare.

The only person on the branch who couldn't be happy was Qin Guan, because he finally remembered his strange physique, and because the laughter of other people in the farm was too joyful, the whole family of squirrels had already been awakened.

Dad Squirrel looked at the one, two, three, four who had automatically lined up, and the youngest one was still crooked with a sleepy face, and immediately became furious.

It threw the chestnuts it had picked up before, and jumped down the big tree in a flash.

The rest is the story that the four cute animals and Qin Guan have big eyes to small eyes, and the story that has to be told, and the inspiration for the painting of Tasha Duduo, who is a bystander, emerges like an endless spring.

Cong Nianwei, who was under the tree, was about to roll up her jeans and go up to help Qin Guan, when she saw Dad Squirrel returning to the branch again from nowhere.

Hello! Where did you find the one with the spiky chestnut shell...

Qin, who was on the opposite side, looked at the chestnut shell that looked like a small hedgehog, and his eyes widened a little. As the only enemy on the tree, he was very happily entertained by Dad Squirrel.

'Puff'

The chestnut shells were accurately inserted into Qin Guan's hair, which is as funny as when we bullied girls when we were young, we would hang a few dried cockleburs on their clothes.

One Two Three Four looked at his father's bravery, his small eyes glowed with excitement, and he was a little eager to try, but Qin Guan, who saw that the situation was not good, didn't care about his own demeanor, howled out He climbed down from the tree and fled.

"Hahaha, Qin Guan, you are really a good and professional model, why don't you come to see me every issue, an old man, and be my queen's illustration model for the weekly painting magazine!"

Cong Nianwei on the side picked up the culprit for Qin Guan who was shot down for Qin Guan who took the initiative to lower his head, while Hilton on the side hesitated and did not step forward.

Qin Guan doesn't seem to like animals. Would he like the seven or eight dogs in his home?

Now it's not a question of whether Qin Guanxi doesn't like it at all, girl, can you go home first and ask the dogs how they feel?

Lin Lun, who was laughing to the point of tears, looked at the wonderful shots captured by his camera, rolled his eyes maliciously, and raised his hands.

He pointed in one direction of the manor, and then asked Qin Guandao in the most sincere tone: "Dear Qin, can you go to the fenced cabin over there?"

"There is a very beautiful path paved with bluestones and a large area of ​​wild flowers in full bloom. I think it is a very good choice to take two scenes there."

Qin Guan didn't doubt that he was there, he saw that the scenery over there had a different beauty from under the big banyan tree, winked his eyes at Cong Nianwei, waved his hands twice, and ran towards the direction pointed by Lin Lun's photographer .

After Qin Guan left for a certain distance, he had been standing behind Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan, watching the interaction between the two, Hilton took a step forward and stood beside Cong Nianwei.

"Qin Guan has always been like this?"

"what do you mean?"

"He doesn't seem to like small animals?"

Hearing this, Cong Nianwei smiled, a rare nostalgic smile appeared on her face that could refresh the heat of summer.

"It's not that he doesn't like small animals. Qin Guan's heart is softer than cotton candy. How could he not like small animals?"

"You said it the other way around. It was the little animal who didn't like him. Because of this, he lost an interview opportunity and was depressed for a long time." (To be continued.)