"Oh...ah..."
The little wild donkey brayed twice, somewhat reluctantly.
Nearby, Little Flower and Little Tibetan Fox seemed to have sensed something, and they ran around happily in the yard.
"Awoo~"
"Meow~"
Zhuang Mingcheng smiled and shook his head. These two little ones are so carefree, it's really nice.
Inside the room, Lu Fangfang changed into a brand new dress.
If you don't wear it now, you'll have to wait until next year.
She stood in front of the wardrobe and looked at the pink plaid dress, which looked very good on her fair skin.
Half a year has passed, and her hair has grown quite long. She took the red hair tie and braided it into two small braids.
After checking behind her, she finally slung the camera over her shoulder with satisfaction.
"Oh right, we still need a sun hat."
Lu Fangfang was a little disappointed; it was too late to buy it now.
She made a mental note of it, then took down the semi-automatic rifle hanging on the wall and slung it over her shoulder.
"Click, click..."
"Fifty bullets should be enough."
Lu Fangfang loaded the bullets and carefully put them into her bag.
There are too many wild animals in the Qilian Mountains, and with a gun around, she felt safe.
Feeling that everything was about right, she turned and walked out.
"Commander Zhuang, are you all packed yet? We'll be staying by the stream tonight."
In the courtyard, Zhuang Mingcheng stared, mouth slightly agape, completely mesmerized.
His wife usually wears military uniforms and blue-black jackets, which are quite nice, but she's never as stunning as she is today.
“Fangfang, you…you look like you stepped out of a painting today.”
Lu Fangfang looked down at herself, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. She also felt that she was different today.
However, a dress isn't very practical in this place; she still had her military uniform in her bag, which she would change into when it got cold.
"Commander Zhuang, stop looking, let's set off."
Leading the little wild donkey, and accompanied by Little Flower and Little Tibetan Fox, she took the lead and walked out of the yard.
Zhuang Mingcheng turned around and went back into the house. He secretly took some snow lotus, soaked it in a kettle, and then hurriedly went out.
When they reached the door, he led his chestnut horse and caught up with his wife.
"Fangfang, it's one thing to hang Xiaohua and the little Tibetan fox on tags, but why did you even hang them on the donkey's neck?"
"We have to hang it up, otherwise someone will turn it into a donkey meat sandwich, and that would be terrible."
The little wild donkey trembled and dared not bray anymore.
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