For the rest of the ride, the little boy repeatedly emphasized how good his master was, while Imi still fed with a smile in his eyes.

Looking at the appearance of the little sister serving the broken child, according to the little fat heart for a while, she has never been so diligent in taking care of the little girl.

Yi Xiaopang said "cough" twice, pointed to the oranges on the table, and said, "Peel one for my sister." ”

Yimi looked up at the third sister, and then at the gummies that had been paying attention to the third sister with her spare eyes, put the oranges in the place where the gummies were enough, and continued to peel melon seeds for the little boy's head.

The little boy pulled aside the melon seeds that Yimi stuffed over, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the paper bag, rubbed his hands vigorously, spread out his hands, and blew gently, leaving only a handful of clean melon seeds in his palm.

The little boy stuffed the melon seeds in his palm into Yimi's hand, slumped his face, and ordered: "Eat!" ”

Yimi was pleasantly surprised to reveal the smile under his eyes, pinching the melon seeds, and eating a small mouthful of watermelon juice and a small mouthful of melon seeds.

Yi Xiaopang was amazed at the little boy's hand, and when he saw the little girl eating comfortably, he suppressed the vinegar in his heart.

Hao Guopeng looked funny, scooped up the oranges on the table, wiped his hands with wet wipes, and began to peel them little by little.

After four hours of EMU, before the legs were weak, they finally arrived at their destination, Yimi was going to the airport to do a plane, and someone had already come to pick up the little boy.

Yimi took the little boy's hand and was reluctant.

The little boy was impatient, withdrew his hand twice without retracting it, frowned, and took out a palm-wide delicate knife studded with rhinestones from his cloth pocket.

"Here you go, let go."

It's rare that Imi didn't let go of his hand, and was so bold that she kissed him on the cheek despite the little boy's glaring eyes.

When the people left, the red fox buttoned the nail polish in his hand and asked the little boy with a smile: "Is it cool to be molested by a little beauty?" ”

The little boy ignored the red fox, he didn't have much to say to these people except the master, he only regarded them as partners. Also, what's so cool, that girl who is much older than him is too annoying.

The little boy asked the person who came to pick him up, "Where is my master?" ”

"Mr. Lin is playing chess with Mr. Lin." The bodyguard dutifully replied, without any contempt for the villain, who was only a little taller than his calf.

On the plane, Yi Xiaopang poked Yimi's forehead and said bitterly: "Look at your appearance, why are you so actively being belittled?" "When Yimi broke up the child, she almost went berserk, and until now, she is still haunted.

Yimi's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she smiled sweetly.

Yi Xiaopang couldn't go on, but he was still not at ease in his heart, so he held on to his breath and advised: "I tell you, don't care, there are more perverts outside now, and you can't be taken advantage of by others, and before kissing others in the future, ask for my consent first." ”

Yimi nodded obediently, held the third sister's hand and put it on her little waist, and said with anticipation: "I want my mother to give me another brother." ”

Yi Xiaopang was dumbfounded this time, four children in the family are not enough! Most of other people's homes are one or two, and three are very rare. Xiaoya, this is too little?!

"Are you crazy?" Yi Xiaopang touched Yimi's forehead worriedly.

Yimi also felt that she was a little whimsical, so she stopped the topic and continued to look at the scenery outside the window.

Yi Xiaopang looked at the little sister's lonely appearance, and rubbed her hair irritably.

Hao Guopeng made a friendly construction: "You can give birth to a little girl to play." ”

Yi Chubby was angry: "With whom?!" ”

Hao Guopeng smiled: "I." ”

"Roll the calves!"

The plane takes off, the plane lands. After many twists and turns, the three finally arrived at the destination they were looking for, a small tribe that became one with nature.

The tribe is located on the border between the plains and the primeval forests of Africa, and the bush is a good place for them to hunt.

Here, the dazzling sea of flowers retains their most pristine and natural state.

Wander in the sea of flowers and revel in the fragrant world. Hao Guopeng followed closely, vigilantly and carefully observing the surrounding situation, the dangers hidden in these sea of flowers, countless, the tribesmen guided them to the safest sea of flowers, and the so-called safest is relatively speaking, he did not dare to take it lightly.

In the backward and humble tribe, Yimi sat cross-legged in the doorway, behind him was a hut made of stone and wood, and in front of him was a group of curious little girls.

They laughed, showing all the teeth in their mouths. Their eyes were as clear and bright as Yimi's. Instead of being afraid of the intruder, they greeted him warmly.

The difference in each other's languages does not affect the exchange of bright smiles.

Yimi likes the girls here, where they all have the same simple world, a beautiful world that is not constrained and not dyed.

With the sketchpad on his lap, Imi took a pencil and drew the girls as bright as the sun.

Yimi's painting skills are not so good, but they are still enthusiastically sought after by the girls, who climb the ten-meter-high tree to pick the fruit as a gift in exchange.

For an afternoon, Yimi's temporary hut was filled with flowers and melons from the girls.

Ge Li is a Chinese-American and an unknown photographer, not a photographer, because he is only twenty-three years old and has not yet officially stepped into the circle of photography. In the year after he graduated from college, when he was about to enter the society, he took the camera and walked around like an ascetic, giving an explanation for the four years of college, and also making a decision about whether to engage in the photography industry.

He majored in mechanical engineering for four years in college, and photography was his hobby, but unfortunately he only joined a half-baked photography club during college, and his photography skills were terrible.

Engaging in the photography industry can enrich his spirit; Engaged in the machinery manufacturing industry, can enrich his material. How to choose, he was distressed.

Along the way, he saw many works in exhibition halls around the country, and when he opened his photos, he was ashamed to take them out for people to see. The focal length of the photo was not aligned, the nuances of light and shadow were not grasped, the keys were too fast and did not grasp*, the keys were too slow and missed the beautiful moments, there were too many problems, and he was slumped.

The journey was not so pleasant for him, he walked all the way, looked all the way, poverty and misery lingered in the place where the sun could not shine.

His heart was a little tired.

He came to this backward small tribe in Africa, and planned to take the last set of photos, and then return to China to find a job in mechanical design, and live a comfortable and peaceful second half of his life.

Walking on the dim and muddy dirt road, he saw a Chinese girl wearing a simple red dress sitting on the doorstep steps, her head bowed, holding a needle and thread and embroidering something seriously. The girls were surrounded by local girls, and the girls around them did not dare to make noise, but they all closed their mouths and opened their eyes wide, and their eyes were full of surprise that was about to overflow.

At this moment, he didn't think about the best angle of illumination, nor did he think of the so-called background level and detail tone, he only followed the vibration in his heart and pressed the shutter.

He only felt that this scene was very beautiful.

It was so beautiful that it shook his heart and brought tears to his eyes.