Tang Hao was stunned when he heard Yan Bing's words.

But soon, he understood.

Although handsome foreign guys can be called girls fishing machines in the country, they are not always a hit.

Yan Bing probably is an alternative, so he is taking him as a shield now.

Tang Hao was happy to be this shield and walked over with a smile.

When I saw Tang Hao, the expressions of the two foreigners completely changed.

Tang Hao looked at him and suddenly got goosebumps inexplicably.

Generally, when foreigners encounter such occasions, they either leave in disappointment or forcefully criticize him as their boyfriend to show their presence.

However, what is completely different from these two actions is that the two people looked at Tang Hao with a hint of excitement and excitement.

He doesn't seem to be as attractive as Yan Bing, right?

Or open abroad, this sexual orientation?

"You are... Jesus?" the handsome guy couldn't help but say excitedly.

As soon as he heard this title, Tang Hao immediately understood.

Yes, neither of the first two are.

Seeing that Tang Hao didn't say anything, the foreign guy hugged his head with an incredible expression: "Oh, my God, incredible, I actually met Jesus here, oh my God!"

"Jesus?" Yan Bing looked at Tang Hao with confusion at this time.

"Can I take a photo with you? My name is Quentin Joseph. I am a fan of your Weibo. I am really lucky!" The foreign guy said as he stepped forward.

"I'm afraid this won't work." Tang Hao glanced at Yan Bing.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm really sorry. I thought this was a single lady. This must be God's arrangement, just to let me meet Jesus." It can be seen that this Joseph was also a die-hard fan of Tang Hao, and he was so excited that he was speechless.

"Not this time." Tang Hao still refused. This Joseph took Yanbing in front of him. Only when he could agree would there be a ghost.

"I..." Joseph saw that Tang Hao was firm in his attitude, and turned his head to look at Yan Bing begging.

"Okay, let's go and visit the next place." Seeing Yan Bing about to speak, Tang Hao went up and took her hand and walked out directly.

"Jesus..." Joseph looked annoyed at this time. He watched Tang Hao and Yan Bing leave, and couldn't help but slap his head twice with his hands.

"Qentin, your courage seems to have made you miss a very important opportunity." said another foreigner.

"No, opportunities are forged. If we follow Jesus, he will definitely be moved by me." Joseph seemed unwilling to give up and walked out.

Tang Hao and Yan Bing are still shuttled through the alleys. Because they are attractions, the alleys still maintain the ancient charm and fragrance. Walking on the bluestone road, there is really an indescribable poetic and picturesque feeling.

This is the first time Tang Hao has walked so comfortably since he was reborn.

"After crossing this bridge, there is Lu Xun's former residence, Baicao Garden and Sanwei Bookstore, which are the most famous attractions in this former residence." Yan Bing said as he walked.

"Well, how many kinds of grass are left in Baicao Garden now?"

"Ah? Puchi~" Yan Bing suddenly laughed out loud, "Your Chinese teacher will definitely be so angry when you hear it. Baicao is just a metaphor. Now, there are big vegetables and white radish planted inside."

"Green vegetables and radishes, yes..." Tang Hao muttered with a smile.

"But Sanwei Bookstore is well preserved, and the early characters engraved by Lu Xun can still be seen." Yan Bing said again.

"Well, there is a golden house in the book, a thousand bells of millet in the book, and a beautiful woman in the book, and three flavors." Tang Hao nodded and said.

"Hey, you actually know." Yan Bing looked at him in surprise.

At this time, the two of them happened to walk to the center of the bridge. Tang Hao suddenly stopped and said, "Today I will participate in a martial arts promotion event held by you. They gave me a collection of essays, saying that it was written by Lu Xun, and it was quite scammers."

"Lu Xun's handwriting?" Yan Bing looked confused.

Tang Hao took out the collection of essays from his bag and handed them to Yan Bing.

"This doesn't seem to be fake." Yan Bing's eyes were a little excited when she looked at the ancient book.

"Sanxian Collection".

"Guangping Sin Cunxun, 1932, 9, 199, Shanghai."

When you open the first page, the fragrance of books with the smell of history comes to your nose, and the ancient handwriting shows the value of this book.

"This is true. This is one of the collections of essays Lu Xun gave to Xu Guangping!" Yan Bing glanced at these words and said excitedly, "I studied Lu Xun's handwriting in high school. The year of this book is really authentic."

"It turns out that it's not fake." Tang Hao smiled and said, "That's right, I'll give it to you. Anyway, this sleek thing is not very useful for me, a sportsman."

"You want to give it to me?" Yan Bing looked incredible.

"Don't you like it? If you don't like it, I'll take it back and accumulate dust." Tang Hao said with a smile.

"Hey, I'll give it to you again. This thing is very valuable, I can't ask for it." Yan Bing said hesitantly.

"I don't buy it. For me, it's nothing more than the toilet paper I bought for three dollars, and it's just a difference between soft and hard." Tang Hao said with a smile.

"You!" Yan Bing pouted in anger by Tang Hao.

"Okay, just take it first, just treat it as returning the candy you stuffed to me when you were a child." Tang Hao said and walked forward.

There are very few original works of Lu Xun among the people and are valuable. This collection of articles is probably worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. Tang Hao certainly knew that the organizing committee could not use fake ones to frame him, but as he said, staying with him would be nothing more than dust, or one day he was in a good mood and I would give it to the museum. I like Yan Bing's appearance, so it would be better to give it to her.

"Then I'll keep it for you first." Yan Bing carefully packed the collection and put it in his bag.

When he left again, Yan Bing looked at his bag from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would disappear if he accidentally did it.

But sometimes, it’s okay if you don’t pay attention, but the more you are careful, the more likely it is to happen.

While walking downhill across the bridge, Yan Bing accidentally twisted her feet. With a "Oh" sound, she held the bridge pier, but the bag in her hand couldn't be held and it slid down from her shoulders.

When Tang Hao heard the shout, he turned around and saw Yan Bing almost falling down, he walked back quickly and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just twisted it accidentally." Yan Bing gritted his teeth and said.

"I said it's okay, I'll help you sit there and see if you twist it." Tang Hao said as he helped Yan Bing's hand.

Yan Bing's face turned slightly red, but at this moment, he suddenly realized something, touched his shoulder, then looked out, and said, "Oh no!"

"Oh no?" Tang Hao also looked out in confusion.

OK, Yan Bing's bag fell under the bridge, but I don't know if it was lucky or unlucky, so the bag didn't fall into the river and happened to hang on the branch below.

This tree branch is about four or five meters away from the bridge deck, and two or three meters down is the river surface. Unless you pick something with a hook, it is really not enough.

However, it is really not easy to find such things in scenic spots. It is early spring and flowers are in full bloom in April. The peak tourist season is the people who are looking for scenic spots, but I don’t know when people will come.

"I'll help you over first." Tang Hao said and withdrew his gaze.

"Collected Works." Yan Bing was a little guilty at this time.

"Don't worry." Tang Hao didn't say anything, hugged Yan Bing's waist and helped her walk down.

Yan Bing's face turned red, and even the breath he exhaled was hot. When she turned around and saw Tang Hao's expression calm, she couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Tang Hao didn't think anything. After holding Yan Bing on the wooden chair at the bridge, he helped her take off her shoes and looked at her ankles.

"Fortunately, I didn't sprain, I just twisted it and rubbed it." Tang Hao said as he was about to get started.

"I'll do it myself." Yan Bing's face turned red at this time.

Tang Hao glanced at Yan Bing and then remembered that he had just made an appointment to hug Yan Bing.

The atmosphere couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"I'll go and see the bag." Tang Hao said and stood up.

I walked back to the bridge and looked down, and the bag was still there.

Just looking at the distance between the tree branches and the bag in front, I looked at the tree branches again. It was the branch of willows by the river, which was very thin. It was basically unrealistic to climb up from the tree and take them down.

"If it really doesn't work, let's call the people from the scenic spot to come over." Yan Bing shouted while rubbing her feet.

Tang Hao looked at the bag at this time, then looked up at the path in the distance, suddenly remembered something, and then turned around and said, "No need, you are waiting for me here."

After saying that, he followed the path he came straight back to the wooden product store he had visited before.

Joseph and his companions were looking around in the nearby store. When they saw Tang Hao running back, they looked puzzled, but when they saw Yan Bing still there, they continued to wander around the store.

After returning to the wooden products store and buying the orange wooden bow at a normal price, Tang Hao returned to the bridge with his bow and quiver.

When Yan Bing saw Tang Hao return and still holding a bow in his hand, his eyes were full of doubt.

Why did Tang Hao go back to buy a bow at this time?

Joseph and his companions were also confused at this time, but perhaps they were curious about how Tang Hao would pick up the bag, so Joseph instinctively took out his cell phone.

Tang Hao took the bow and walked straight under the bridge. He estimated the distance and angle, and then walked backwards. After feeling that it was almost done, he began to draw arrows from the quiver.

It was not until this time that Yan Bing understood what Tang Hao was going to do.

This is to shoot the bag directly to the other side!

At this time, she looked worried on her face. It was not because she felt sorry for her bag, but the collection of essays inside. If she was ejaculated, it would be really not worth the effort.

But Joseph was particularly excited to see Tang Hao's actions. He felt that he might have seen a magical scene today.

In fact, after Tang Hao posed in an archery posture, many people also noticed his existence.
To be continued...