Zhong Zixian saw Shen Yugong go out, and saw that this group of people were standing still, she smiled and said, "Do you still want to listen?"

A group of people laughed and said they wanted to hear it. Yan Ruoyu said: "Everyone is standing here staring at you, so they must want to hear it." I just want to hear it, read it. ”

Zhong Zixian continued to read: "When you took a group photo, a few people pushed this girl to the middle, and when I looked at her, I wanted to capture a shot of her in excellent condition, but the time really came." I was about to press the shutter when all of a sudden, you pushed a young man over to her, and the young man and the girl smiled at each other naturally, and my finger pressed the shutter.

"At that time, I thought that this unintentional setting, intentional and unintentional photography, must be a wonderful masterpiece. This photo is an excellent work that I have been engaged in photography for 20 years, and it can also be said to be an invincible work in Taishan photos. This letter is also the first time I have used words to a customer since I started working as a photographer.

"You don't have to pay for this picture, because I left one behind. If you do not agree, you can pick up the envelope at the end of this month. If you don't come within the deadline, you have agreed. ”

After Zhong Zixian finished reading, Yang Yilin said intentionally: "Zixian, you have finished reading, everyone knows the origin of this photo, don't mention it again in the future." ”

Zhong Zixian is so smart and so capable, as soon as she heard Yang Yilin's words, she immediately understood the meaning, she immediately said to everyone: "Hey, this photo is just a few of us who have seen it, I read the letter, we just know how the photo came from, we are not allowed to mention it in the future, if one more person knows, first of all, I will be held responsible! Everyone understands!"

As soon as Leader Zhong spoke, this group of people came to stand up from their hearts, and they all said it, and it didn't mean anything to say, and they would never say it!

When it was time to get off work at noon, Yang Yilin procrastinated in the office for a while, he saw that there was no one in the compound, took the letter with the photo encapsulation, and rode his bicycle to the private school alley.

As soon as Yang Yilin entered the courtyard of the Zheng family with excitement, he shouted towards the east wing: "Xiaowen!

Zheng Xiaowen stood in the door of the east wing and said to Yang Yilin in the courtyard: "What are you shouting, go wash your hands and come in to eat." ”

Yang Yilin was still interested, he held the envelope and shook it at Zheng Xiaowen, Zheng Xiaowen smiled and said, "Put it up first, eat and then look at it." ”

After the Zheng family had lunch, Yang Yilin hugged Zheng Xiaowen into the West Wing.

The two sat down on the couch, and Yang Yilin took out the photo and said excitedly: "I look at this photo, I feel so happy and unexpected! Xiaowen, you see that even the photographer we don't know is also celebrating the two of us." This gift he gave to the two of us is so precious!"

Zheng Xiaowen heard this in her heart, she didn't answer in time, she was looking at the photos, she was carefully appreciating and savoring, and she and Yang Yilin instantly communicated with each other. She stood up and still didn't speak, she went to get a pen and wrote on the back of the photo: Love is higher than Tarzan. Vinnie.

Yang Yilin took the photo and looked at the words written by Zheng Xiaowen, he picked up the pen and wrote under the line of words written by Zheng Xiaowen: Love is heavier than Mount Tai. Lin Boy.

Yang Yilin looked at these two lines of words again, and he wrote a few words below: Taishan took a photo.

After he finished writing, he thought about it for a while, took out the negative from the envelope and looked at it and said, "Xiaowen, I will go to Yanrong Photo Studio in the afternoon, enlarge this photo into a huge photo, take it back and hang it in your boudoir, what do you say?"

Zheng Xiaowen said happily: "Okay! It's just that I don't want to put the photos of the two of us in the hands of others, so let's go to the photographer and get that photo back." ”

Yang Yilin said: "You're right, just go!"

Two days later, Zheng Xiaowen and Yang Yilin went to the photographer together and got the photo back. On the wall above the head of the bed in Zheng Xiaowen's boudoir, a magnified color photo of 'Love is Heavy' is also hung.

Today is another Saturday, in the courtyard of Zheng's family, Yang Yilin said to Zheng Xiaowen: "During this period of time, the two of us are too busy to look at flowers and compose poems. It's almost autumn, I think it's better to go to the East Garden to watch the flowers, and when the summer flowers and summer grass touch the inspiration, our good poems will come out, go, go to the East Garden to watch the flowers. ”

Zheng Xiaowen said with a smile: "What, Shixing is up?" to tell you, I am willing to accompany you to the end." She smiled and followed Yang Yilin into the East Garden.

The two saw that the flowers in the garden were in full bloom, especially in the moon season, which was tender and beautiful. Zheng Xiaowen walked up to a cluster of flowers, pinched the stalk of a flower, leaned over and smelled it, and said, "Ah, it's so fragrant!

Yang Yilin stood aside, he was laughing at Zheng Xiaowen.

Zheng Xiaowen took a closer look at this bush, the flowers on the moon branches, and then carefully looked at the flowers on the moon branches, and said: "The flowers in this summer, even the stamens are beautiful, even the branches and leaves are shiny and beautiful! Then, these flowers are opening so vigorously in front of my Zheng Xiaowen's eyes, what is its purpose, what does it want me to do?"

"Oh, I see, it wants me to applaud it, it wants me to praise it! Okay, flowers, of course I can praise you! Yes, when people praise flowers, flowers also give people happiness, and also give people the coolness and comfort of summer!"

Zheng Xiaowen was talking to the flowers, a gust of wind came, those flower branches, flowers shook at her, she looked at the flowers and said, "You signal to me, I understand you, I especially understand what you mean." You mean, let me share your beauty, remember your fragrance, and not forget your warmth. ”

Zheng Xiaowen saw another wind blowing, those flower branches and flowers shook at her again, she smiled and said: "Ah, yes, I know, I know, you want me to be one of your petals, let us always be good friends, your idea is really good, if you are a friend, you should protect and help!"

"I'll help you fertilize and water, and you'll be beautiful. If you help me to be happy, I will be happy and happy, my body will be healthy, I will be youthful, and I will be as beautiful as summer flowers, this is really a natural reason for us to be good friends!

"Okay, our friend relationship is settled!" she pointed to Yang Yilin, "My boyfriend is still waiting for me over there, let's talk later, bye!"

Yang Yilin watched Zheng Xiaowen talking to flowers, and he couldn't help but want to laugh for a long time. In order not to disturb Zheng Xiaowen's nymphomaniac thinking, he kept laughing silently, until Zheng Xiaowen finished talking to the flowers, he clapped his hands and laughed.

Yang Yilin said with a smile: "What a sigh of emotion, these words moved me, in the future I will also be friends with the flowers, the two of us will pull weeds and water the flowers together, happy and happy together, stay young together, and be beautiful together! Wow, just a few words, I feel that I have been happy, radiant and radiant!"

Zheng Xiaowen heard Yang Yilin's words, and she was also so happy that she smiled. After the two finished laughing, they walked on the path among the flowers and looked at the flowers in bloom in the garden.

When Yang Yilin saw the pot that had just opened and exuded a strong fragrance, he suddenly remembered Zheng Xiaowen's stage name, and after a little thought, a poem written by Zheng Xiaowen was brewed. He said to Zheng Xiaowen: "Xiaowen, I have a poem, you listen, five-word quatrain, "Four Seasons Milan": A hundred flowers compete for summer, and the branches are fragrant." Where is the fragrance of the world!"

Zheng Xiaowen listened to these four lines of poetry, and she knew the meaning of Yang Yilin's poem. She couldn't help but smile and said: "Yo, the five uniques, you know a lot, you still know how to save yourself, don't make a lonely peace, even the four seasons Milan you know?

Yang Yilin said: "If you want to talk about this poem, I also know a little bit. If I want to talk about the four seasons of Milan, I know a lot, and I also know that it blooms the most fragrant in summer!

Zheng Xiaowen's brain turned: You say I'm Milan, and I also have to talk about your hyacinth. She also brewed a poem, saying: "I also have verses, you listen, five-word quatrain, "Thinking of the Wind Girl": There is no sleeping girl in the summer, the moonlit night is hot and unbearable, sitting alone under the Luo Mansion, the window of the thinking wind is half open. ”

After listening to Yang Yilin, he knew that the 'wind' in Zheng Xiaowen's poem was the wind of his stage name Hyacinth, and he also knew that Zheng Xiaowen's poem was from the 'Milan' in his poem. He deliberately said: "This girl is really, it's so hot that people can't sleep, and she doesn't open all the windows to let the wind in, why is she only half a window?"

Zheng Xiaowen said: "If the glass sliding window is fully opened, then all the sashes must be removed?

Yang Yilin knew that Zheng Xiaowen was talking about his anger in the West Wing, he and Zheng Xiaowen looked at each other, and the two of them understood, and they couldn't hold back their laughter.

After the two laughed, they walked hand in hand on the incense path and chatted about the flowers, and suddenly heard thunder, Zheng Xiaowen looked up at the sky and said, "Yilin, you see the clouds are coming, the wind is blowing, it looks like it's going to rain." ”

Yang Yilin looked at the sky and said: "Just now the wind blew the moon season flowers, and you still said that the flowers talked to you, it seems that the rain will come this way after a while." There was a thunderclap as he spoke, and the heavy raindrops dripped down sparsely. He pulled Zheng Xiaowen and hurriedly ran to the pavilion.

The two of them neatly packed the water droplets on their hair and clothes, and Yang Yilin said: "This is a hole rain, and it won't rain for long." ”

Zheng Xiaowen Gege smiled and said, "What? What kind of rain do you say this is?"

Yang Yilin said: "Hole rain is thundershowers, this is my hometown dialect. ”

After a while, the sparse and heavy raindrops turned into a dense and dense rain. Yang Yilin looked at the flowers in the rain, then looked at the rain that was blown away by the wind, and then looked at the sky, suddenly, a very loud lightning bolt pierced the sky covered by black clouds, and with a thunderclap resounded through Huayuan.

Yang Yilin exclaimed: "Ah, look at the rain here is too much, Xiaowen, enjoy the snow in winter, enjoy the rain in summer, you enjoy the rain quickly, take the paper, take the pen, let's enjoy the rain and prepare to compose poems." ”

Zheng Xiaowen said: "You are right, I am just thinking about and organizing good poems to enjoy the rain." ”

In a moment, the clouds drifted quickly to the west, and the clouds in the sky thinned, and the heavy rain turned into moderate rain, and the moderate rain slowly turned into light rain.

Yang Yilin said: "Xiaowen, in winter, the two of us have made snow minus poems, and today we use rain as the theme to make rain minus poems, what do you say?"

Zheng Xiaowen said happily: "Okay, write down all the scenery of the rain that we have seen and imagined! It's just that I just took a pen and paper and already wrote a poem, give it, you can take a look." ”