Chapter 19 Yesterday's Fairy Tale, Today's Horror

Ning Meng, who was holding the map, carried a big bag on his back, and walked in front to lead everyone forward. Since this is not a scenic area, there are no obvious road signs. Along the winding path, the four people behind Ning Meng looked left and right, not caring where they were going, only caring about the scenery along the way and the people around them.

"It's like it's undeveloped, you see the surrounding environment is natural!" Xia Yi, who was holding Meng Mother in arms, looked at the green plants around her and looked at the surrounding environment curiously.

"Yes, everything is natural here at this moment, but it will soon be developed into a tourist attraction. It's a pity that the natural beauty of natural carvings can not be compared to man-made. "Dad Meng heard from friends that this place is very good, but they all regret this beauty that is about to pass away.

"I can't see it. Although it is beautiful now, it is not suitable for people to see and enjoy. Maybe natural beauty is the real beauty, but it has to adapt to the market, otherwise even if the beautiful scenery is unknown to others, its own beauty will not be interpreted. Only by going out can you have a chance. Dad Ning knew that Ning Meng was expressing his determination to him.

"Why do you want to do so much, in my opinion, we should 'have wine today and get drunk tomorrow', no matter what happens in the future, aren't we in the natural beauty at this moment, and whether we will develop it in the future or not is not contradictory to us now." Meng Mommy, who didn't know the inside story, said open-mindedly if he knew that this was his son expressing his determination to go to the United States to his father, would he still be able to do so.

"The ancients said well: 'When you look at it horizontally, it is a peak on the side of a ridge, and the distance and the height are different.' A coin has two sides to it. No matter what it is, no one can say for sure, we can only live in the moment. "Wang Lao, who has walked for such a long time, is still full of energy, and he doesn't breathe at all when he speaks.

Through the verdant trees, the sunlight passes through the gap in the autumn leaves, and it is so warm. Wang Guowei said it well: all scenery is love language.

At this moment, everyone is happy physically and mentally, so everything is painted with a layer of warm colors.

"When you arrive, you can stand on this pavilion and you can see the scenery all around." Ning Meng gently put down his bag, took out the SLR camera from the bag and handed it to Xia Yi, then took out the travel cloth, grabbed the two corners of the cloth, and gently flicked the cloth and spread it on the grass next to the red pavilion, and the prepared drinks and food were also laid out one by one......

"Come, let's take a picture and record this beautiful moment. Father Meng, bring the folding camera frame made by Brother Ning Meng, and we will become eternal in an instant. "Shay will always be a happy lark in front of them.

Set up the folding camera stand made by Ning Meng, put the camera on it, adjust the angle, and set the selfie time, 1, 2, 3. The five people dressed in family clothes, full of bright smiles, were frozen at the moment when the sound of "eggplant" fell, which was really beautiful.

If time could freeze, unfortunately there would be no if. The world is unpredictable, who knew that the picture that was beautiful as a fairy tale yesterday can be so terrifying today.

Ning Meng and Xia Yi, who returned to school the next day, found a heavy breath coming to their faces as soon as they entered the school gate, and the whispers and pointing of their classmates around them made them feel uneasy.

For a long time, Ning Meng and Xia Yi, who are the kings of school topics, have never been so depressed, and the surrounding classmates looked at Ning Meng with sympathetic eyes, as if they were fighting for him, but looking at Xia Yi's eyes, they wanted to devour her alive, and their eyes were full of disgust and anger. Of course, there will always be some people who gloat.