When the first rays of the morning sun shone on the earth, it was only five o'clock Beijing time.

However, He Mo's adaptability is very good, as soon as he got up, he went to the small park below to run two laps, sweating and the whole person was more energetic, and in the face of the warm greetings from foreigners, she also smiled and nodded back seriously.

"It seems that your methods are indeed very clever."

This voice was a little familiar, He Mo looked to the side, and it turned out to be Fu Chengkai.

Xu is abroad, Fu Chengkai doesn't have to hide his sunglasses and masks, today he is dressed very close to the people, white T-shirt, slim leggings, a pair of short black sweatpants, and a black bandana around his forehead, looking particularly like a cheerleader.

The only difference is that he is a particularly eye-catching cheerleader, the kind of foreign women who have just run past when they see him with a light in their eyes and want to walk with him in turn. And Fu Chengkai is not as indifferent to them as he is to her.

It turned out that there was still politeness in him.

"From domestic to foreign, your skills are really not simple." Fu Chengkai said, his tone full of disgust.

He Mo listened inexplicably, but she also felt the same way, she had indeed met with Fu Chengkai too many times recently.

Knowing that he didn't like him, He Mo sped forward without saying a word and returned to his hotel.

When she returned to the room and closed the door, she remembered that she seemed to vaguely hear a sentence just now: "What to run, I don't hit women." And the reason why she would ignore this sentence was only because she was running, not running.

After taking a quick shower, He Mo went to the photography exhibition.

Although Hu Xiao is more talented in music, there are many people who participate in the photography exhibition, and most of them are foreigners.

On this kind of occasion, foreigners are generally very quiet, so He Mo is also very comfortable when she visits, occasionally hearing a few people discussing the work, she never interjects, and when others ask her, she just smiles back, and then walks to another place to quietly look at the photos.

Nissel has many mountains, winding mountain roads, interspersed between deserts and oases, and it is also very similar to Tibet in China.

Today, the subject of Hu Xiao's photography is mountains and rivers.

The photograph she stopped to look at was the largest group of mountains in Nissel, taken at sunrise, just as the sun was casting its first rays. The sun was warm, and the mountains were still surrounded by mist, hazy but real. In an inconspicuous mountain road in the center of the photo, there is also a man carrying a bag, he is stepping on the stone steps down the mountain, his back is slightly hunched, and his stride is not large, which shows that the contents of the bag are not light.

Curiously, this photo does not have a name.

It is hung next to it, and its position is obviously the most inconspicuous, but its frame is the largest, which makes it the most unique here.

He Mo took a step forward to see more clearly, but was overtaken by another person, who seemed to be standing there on purpose, his slender and sturdy body just blocking all her vision.

He Mo slowly furrowed his brows.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ho." Here comes another man.

Although she didn't recognize this face, his voice He Mo remembered very clearly, the gentleman who helped her out of the siege yesterday. And according to his previous introduction, he seems to be one of Fu Chengkai's assistants, Zhao Sheng.

"Miss He, Brother Kai likes to be quiet, can you go elsewhere first?" Zhao Sheng whispered, his tone was gentle, and it was very comfortable to listen to.

He Mo stared at the back that blocked his vision, depressed and helpless.

She didn't like this kind of coincidence.

When He Mo decided to look for another corner, Fu Chengkai suddenly turned to look at her, "The most important thing you should do now is to leave the photography exhibition." Don't even be in my sight in the future. ”

He Mo stopped suddenly. turned around, the little face had a serious expression, and there was stubbornness, "Fu Chengkai, don't go too far." ”

Her tone was very soft, and her speech was as smooth and crisp as a stream flowing quietly, easily reminiscent of tranquility.

Fu Chengkai was stunned for a moment, and after that moment, He Mo's figure had disappeared from his sight.

Zhao Sheng walked over and said, "Brother Kai, I think you are a little too harsh on Miss He. ”

Fu Chengkai looked at the photos on the wall coldly, "For a crazy fan who doesn't know how to be aggressive, such harshness is just a favor." ”

At half past nine, Hu Xiao appeared at the photography exhibition on time.

He and his assistant walked all the way, greeting friends who passed by one by one, and hugging friends they met well, and the topic of greeting was about life, but also about the photos on the wall.

"Are you going to stay here for long?" A foreigner asked the question in a surprised tone.

Hu Xiao smiled and replied to him in English, "It's very possible." ”

"Why? Obviously, you are more talented in the music world! It would be a shame if you left the music scene. ”

"There is nothing I regret, and I think it is more valuable to be able to do what I like." Hu Xiao replied frankly.

He Mo agreed with this sentence very much.

But foreigners still expressed confusion and regret, "I really feel sorry for you." Since then, there will be one less musical talent in China's music scene. ”

Hu Xiao laughed, as if looking at the wind and clouds, and very humorous, "We Chinese have an old saying, if you don't make a sound, you will be a blockbuster." China has a wide range of talents, and you must not underestimate their strength. ”

The foreigners laughed.

Hu Xiao also smiled, and instead pointed to the photos on the wall, and asked them which of these photos they liked the most.

He Mo saw that many people were involved in the topic, but no one noticed the nameless photo in the corner.

And unconsciously, He Mo walked under this photo again.

This time she saw it clearly, it turned out that the focus of this photo was not on the landscape, not in the morning mist, not in the light, but on the low houses faintly mixed at the foot of the mountain in the mountain forest.

"You like this photography?" A calm voice came from behind her.

He Mo was stunned for a moment, and when he turned around and saw that Hu Xiao was also looking at this painting, he pointed to the picture and asked, "Can you tell me why you like it?" ”

He had already affirmed her answer.

He Mo nodded slightly, said what she found and what she thought was important, and finally added, "Although the theme of your photography exhibition this time is mountains and rivers, your focus is on people. ”

Hu Xiao smiled and said, "Your observation is very nuanced. I can take the liberty of asking, are you Chubei? ”

"Mr. Hu." A low voice with pleasure in it.

But in Ho Mo's ears, the voice was more unpleasant and disgusting than ever.

It was Hu Xiao's assistant who walked over, he said a few words in Hu Xiao's ear, Hu Xiao's expression showed a slight surprise and smile, said a polite apology to He Mo, and left.