Although the ancient city was a bit disappointing, it was a joy to take pictures.

The little brother who took pictures was also very interesting, and Wang Yanmei, who was funny, was very happy.

Xu Fuqiang quietly whispered in his daughter-in-law's ear, "Dressed like this, I can also look good." ”

Wang Yanmei waved her hand and whispered, "Then you shoot on the side, shoot more." ”

Then while the little brother was taking pictures of the Qingzhi sister and brother, he took his daughter-in-law to take pictures in that pavilion, and asked Wang Yanmei to pose a few poses.

He diligently showed the photo to his daughter-in-law, and was scolded by Wang Yanmei.

"Am I so fat?"

"What do I look like?"

"Okay, don't shoot it, that young boy looks much better for me!"

Xu Fuqiang was confident: "That person's camera must be better than my mobile phone." When I got home, I asked my daughter to buy me a good camera. ”

Wang Yanmei poured cold water and said: "Don't be a pity for the camera." ”

In addition to this little episode, the whole process of taking pictures was still very fun.

Since he came out, Ah Gong's mouth has never been closed with a smile.

The photos came out, some of them were retouched, some of them were printed, and some of them were stored in electronic files.

The electronic photos, Xu Qingzhi posted them all in the group.

Her mother immediately turned her beautiful single photo into a WeChat avatar.

Her father and grandfather also followed suit and put on a new avatar, and Grandpa didn't know how to change it, so he asked Xu Qingzhi to help change it.

Xu Qingzhi simply changed it.

There are five people in a group, and the avatars of the four people are all in the same style, and Xu Zijun is left with a white-haired anime male head.

The family sat in the drink shop and drank lemonade, and Wang Yanmei called Xu Zijun to change it too.

Xu Zijun refused to live or die.

"How beautiful this is, look at it, how handsome it is, it's much better than your white hair."

Xu Zijun: "No." ”

Cruel.

Eighteen-year-old boys are increasingly having their own ideas.

The drink shop is an open-air building with a sunscreen umbrella, completely unobstructed, not only the wind blowing from nowhere, with a bit of dry heat, mixed with the coolness stolen from nowhere, maybe from the air conditioner.

The store is almost full of tourists.

Most of them are families, adults and children, but the elderly are almost rare.

It's a little older, and it looks like the old couple came by themselves.

The child at the next table was a little noisy, Xu Qingzhi looked at it twice, and his mother taught the child a few words.

It didn't take long to hear that the child at the table seemed to be on video with the elders of the family.

The voice of the milk whirring complained: "Grandma, mother, she murdered me." ”

"Well, you're killing me."

After chatting for a few words, the adult took the phone and talked to the other end.

"Well, here we are, just arrived, I'm going to have something to drink, and I'll go to dinner later."

Wang Yanmei wanted to go back, so she got up and greeted: "Let's go." ”

The conversation that followed, Xu Qingzhi didn't hear it again.

When you come out of the drink shop, the sun outside is directly burning people's skin and flesh, and you have to wear a hat, and even the back of your hand has to pull the sleeve of the sunscreen to block it.

Otherwise, within two days, you will get a pair of black and white hands.

Day 3.

It's still a day of bleeding from the nose.

With the experience of the previous day, the Xu family was not surprised.

Rent a car and go around the Ring Ear Sea.

It's clearly the same ear, but from different angles, you will see different visual beauty.

I checked in and took pictures from place to place, and tasted some special food.

When I came back from a tired day, it was almost evening.

At this time, the wind was still hot and dry, passing through the alleys of the buildings of the Bai people, and the wind was blowing through the hall.

Xu Qingzhi's hat was almost blown off, and he turned around to remind them, but when he touched their faces.

Countless memories of being blown by such a wind came to mind.

It was the wind that blew through the rice fields when she was running and hurriedly carrying a small pudding for five cents a piece to deliver it to the adults who were planting rice in the field.

It was she who carried a small bench and sat next to her grandparents and grandparents, listening to them gossip about the village gossip while the night breeze blew through the treetops with a silent sound.

The fatigue of two consecutive days of check-in travel made Xu Qingzhi wonder why so many people feel healed here.

Now, she seems to understand.

This is different from the taste of urban reinforced concrete.

Those unintentional leisure, but can evoke people's inner hours.

originally planned to leave the day after tomorrow, but after Xu Qingzhi communicated with his family, he renewed the rental of the homestay for a few more days.

Sunrise and sunset, clouds rolling up, always have to experience slowly. (End of chapter)