The scorching sun of August.

The fiery sun hung high in the dome and emitted dazzling rays that scorched the earth.

As a breeze blew, the scorching weather slowly cooled down, and the blue sky gradually turned inky black.

The wind grew stronger until it blew the ink-stained clouds and caused them to collide with the adjacent clouds.

Thundered~

A small but penetrating thunder sounded over the scenic spot, and a young man on the startled lawn looked up.

He was dressed in a handsome suit, his hair was combed into a mature appearance, he looked thoughtful and handsome, and his face full of joy revealed a trace of uneasiness at this time.

Chu Ci retracted his gaze, turned his head to the beautiful woman wearing a white wedding dress and a lace veil on his side, and said seriously:

"Stop shooting, it's going to rain, let's go back first."

Chu Ci made this kind of request when it was just overcast, but everyone felt that it had no impact on the shooting, and it was not easy to spend money to take wedding photos in the scenic spot, so Chu Ci didn't insist on it.

But after hearing this thunder, the apprehension in his heart became more and more intense, and he always felt that something would happen to him.

This feeling is very strange, after living for more than 20 years, it is the first time that he has such a strong feeling of "the chosen son", and he doesn't know whether it is good or bad.

The bride-to-be, who was dressed in a wedding dress, heard a strong tone from Chu Ci, who was about to become her husband, nodded unconsciously, and then looked at the photographer in front of her and asked:

"The wedding photos should be finished, right?"

The photographer was looking down at the photos in the camera, and when he heard this, he raised his head and stroked the hair on his forehead:

"It's over, but I suddenly have a good idea."

Then the photographer pointed to the sky with an excited face and said:

"Imagine that against such a gloomy sky, the two newlyweds are happy, looking at each other, walking hand in hand without fear of danger, in the dark, but their hearts are towards the light.

This artistic conception is a beautiful thing. ”

Chu Ci looked at the photographer with a black line on his face, are you sure that this artistic conception is suitable for the newlyweds who are married, not the patients in the hospital?

Just as she was about to say no, the bride on her side leaned towards her, raised her beautiful face, and looked at herself expectantly with stars.

“……”

Chu Ci couldn't bear to refuse his longing lover, and sighed and said:

"Then just take this one, otherwise it will be troublesome if it rains later."

Seeing his lover's happy expression after agreeing, Chu Ci also laughed, although his feelings became more and more panicked, but he didn't know whether it was accurate.

Just take one more photo, and it won't take long for there to be no accidents.

The photographer places the camera lights and reflectors next to and in front of the two of them, adjusts the position, and then instructs the two of them to stand.

When he was ready, he picked up his camera and pointed it at the two of them, and shouted "3 2 1"

As the shutter was pressed, a dazzling light flashed out, the light was too dazzling, Chu Ci unconsciously closed his eyes, and he was still wondering in his heart:

This camera doesn't shine when it takes pictures, where does the light come from?

Before he could think about it, he found that he couldn't open his closed eyes, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

The photographer put down the camera and found that the groom standing in the photo was lying on his back at the moment, and the lawn behind him was charred black, and a breeze sent a pungent smell of carbon paste.

There was panic and shouting, mixed with the sobs of the woman, but they were all drowned out by the thunder that followed.