Mina Island.

Indeed, as Ji Yang said, this place is very beautiful.

Walking barefoot on the clean and soft sand, enjoying the cool feeling of the sea lapping on your ankles, imagining the shallow footprints behind you being submerged, in short, I walked on the route I planned for several days and walked countless back and forth.

Watch the sunrise in the morning and the sunset at sunset.

In this small world without Ji Yang, in short, he lived a week carefree.

On this day, Jian Yan came out of the hotel early and went to the beach to wait for the sunset.

A film crew was filming nearby.

The photographer in the film crew wearing floral pants and stubble is very short-tempered and has been complaining to the people around him, especially to the two beautiful female models in front of the camera.

"You're going to make a vase, I'm asking if you can make a useful vase! It's just good-looking, and there is no value in furnishings, it's waste! I've told you what actions to do, I can't do simple actions well, and my expression is still so stiff, you let me say what you are good at! I see you've had a lot of fun here! Do you two still want to mix up in the modeling world? I beg you, I beg you, can you do it, take out a little bit of the state you were in when you played! ”

The two female models who had been soaking in the room for a long time had red eyes, and the wet marks on their faces did not know whether they were tears or seawater.

Tears and sea water are the same color, the taste is the same, mixed together, and it is impossible to distinguish at all.

"Alright, alright! That's it for today! Tomorrow to continue! The photographer shouted for the staff to call it a day.

Most of the crew were men, and as soon as they heard that the work was over, they put down their work and ran to comfort the two beautiful female models.

Seeing such a scene, the photographer was angry.

In this circle, there is no shortage of beauties. But most of the beauties who are good-for-nothing and famous are spoiled by ignorant humans.

The photographer wanders irritably on the beach.

The sun was about to set below the horizon, giving off its last hot afterglow.

The setting sun on the horizon reflected half of the sky and the sea in the distance.

With such a beautiful view, how can it escape the eyes of a qualified photographer?

He looked in the direction of the sunset, and with just one glance, all his eyes were drawn to a beautiful figure by the sea.

That's just a backdrop.

The woman on the seashore seemed to be absorbing the essence of the sun and the energy of the ocean.

Even the sea breeze was gently caressing her hair, the corners of her clothes, and the hem of her skirt.

Her whole person, under the reflection of the setting sun, slowly glowed.

The orange sunset reflected the translucent sky-blue chiffon skirt around her thin waist, making her long, slender legs loom under the skirt.

Is that a mermaid running out of the sea?

Or a fairy falling from the sky?

Or maybe it's a fairy who came out of the woods?

The photographer involuntarily held up the camera, pressed the shutter against the back.

He liked the back, and he didn't care what the front of the back looked like.

It is enough for him to have a beautiful place for a woman, from head to toe.

If every part of her body is impeccable......

Where is such a woman?

If so, please give him a dozen!

The photographer was checking the results of the photos in the album when he suddenly heard a sound in front of him:

“Excuse me， sir. Are you filming me just now？ ”

The photographer slowly raised his eyes and saw first a pair of bare feet, then a sky-blue chiffon skirt and a knee-length white T-shirt tucked in the skirt.

He was sure that the woman in front of him was the one in his camera.

His eyes slowly widened as his gaze fell on the woman's face.

This woman's appearance is not the most beautiful, but it is the most beautiful, which is enough to make people stunning.

In particular, the black mole on her left eyelid made people dizzy and shaken.

Her whole person is like a delicate work of art, and people can't help but want to hide her quietly.

Jian Yan raised his eyebrows at the distracted photographer, "Sir? ”

The photographer came back to his senses and hurriedly waved his hand to apologize:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Oh no, sorry, sorry! ”

Excited, the photographer soared out of Chinese.

The other party spoke English, so I guess I couldn't understand Chinese......

Everyone understands Chinese, so it's easy to say.

Jian Yan pointed to the camera held by the photographer and repeated the question in Chinese: "Sir, did you shoot me again just now?" ”