Jiang Jianing only paused for a second, and pressed his finger down again, "Well, there used to be."

Xue Rin'an stared at her.

The screen was fluorescently reflected, but she couldn't see the look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Not now?"

"Well, it's gone." Jiang Jianing's tone was very flat, as if he was talking about someone else's business.

Xue Rin'an didn't know if what she said was gone, whether it was what he understood.

He didn't ask again.

Jiang Jianing pulled Xue Rin'an, told him to come closer, and pressed the machine, "Count down three times."

Three.

Two.

One.

Sticker freeze frame.

After a series of nine-square grids, the photos were washed out of the polaroids.

With the color fluorescence behind the machine, Jiang Jianing looked at this version of the photo, leaned on Xue Rin'an's shoulder and pointed to him, and then turned his head to poke Xue Rin'an's cheek, and his fingers poked a small pit at the corner of his mouth, like a dimple, lifting upward, like a laughing arc.

"You don't laugh, it doesn't look good."

"Do you want to know how to shoot well?" Xue Rin'an asked her.

Jiang Jianing nodded, curious about the cat's appearance, "How can it look better?".

And then......

Xue Rin'an clasped the back of her head, and her lips were imprinted.

At the same time, the man's hand pressed the timed camera button above the machine.

Jiang Jianing felt that her curious cat was about to be suffocated by the kiss.

In the camera, men and women kiss each other.

The man's lips lingered from her lips to her slender swan neck, collarbone.

In the simple photo room, the flash flashing for taking pictures.

And across a thin PVC curtain, it is a temple fair market where people come and go.

There is the sound of small traders hawking.

There are voices of tourists and villagers haggling.

There is a stage singing the opera music of the Qin opera.

In the vernacular accent, there are occasionally a few sentences of standard Mandarin, but it seems strangely out of place.

The noise and noise rang in the ears very clearly, and then through layers of sifting, and finally all of them were hidden behind the ears.

Jiang Jianing only felt that the voice outside the street was getting weaker and weaker.

And the gradually worsening wheezing sound of the man in front of her seemed to be amplified many times, filling her eardrums and resonating with the heartbeat in her chest.

The flash continues.

Outside the door, Wu Kai dutifully guarded.

There are already several couples and small children in line.

"Why is it not good?"

"There's a queue in the back."

Wu Kai had no choice but to deal with it with a smile.

The kiss lasted for a long time.

In the end, the man asked Jiang Jianing about the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, and reached out to give her the version of the photo that had already come out of the machine, "It should be taken like this."

Jiang Jianing leaned on the man's shoulder, breathed lightly, and looked at the version of the photo he was pinching with his slender knuckles.

They were kissing.

It's like a normal couple in love.

Foaming at each other, lips and teeth are intertwined, and heartbeats are all connected.

Jiang Jianing looked at the eyes of the man looking at her in the photo, serious and affectionate.

Coming out of the simple photo studio, Jiang Jianing re-wrapped her red face with a scarf to cover her red lips, and she knew what she was doing in it at a glance.

She walked out after the man.

The flow of people was bustling, and Jiang Jianing was squeezed aside.

The finger was hooked by the man and pulled over.

Jiang Jianing paused slightly.

She looked down at the man's hand.

The knuckles of the fingers are distinct, containing a sense of strength, and they hook her fingers like this and pull her to

beside him, "Follow me."

The man's large palm was dry and warm, against the back of her hand.

The corners of Jiang Jianing's lips slowly hooked up unconsciously.

She curled her fingers and scratched them in his palm.

The man glanced sideways at her and clenched her hand tighter.

There is a lot of traffic.

No one will notice the two holding hands.

Jiang Jianing's steps suddenly became relaxed and happy, she enjoyed the feeling of poking and poking a little, the corners of her mouth slowly rose upward, and the veil covered her face, like a mask, no one noticed her.

Passing by a small cart selling sugar gourds.

Xue Rin'an stopped, bought a sugar gourd, and handed it to Jiang Jianing.

Jiang Jianing: "Why do you want to buy me a sugar gourd?"

"Don't you girls like it?"

This is as if he is a love expert who is extremely proficient in women's minds.

Jiang Jianing couldn't help laughing, took it with crooked eyes, and said thank you crisply, but he didn't eat it in his hand.

Xue Rin'an: "Why don't you eat it?"

"This is the first gift that Mr. Xue gave me, I want to go back and dry it to make a specimen for good preservation, and use it as an heirloom for my children and grandchildren in the future."

「……」

The man pinched one of her little faces, "Are you meaning me?" I'll give you a sugar gourd every day from then on."

"Don't do that," Jiang Jianing waved his hand hurriedly, "I'm afraid my blood sugar is high."

「……」

Wu Kai followed behind: "......"

Boss, you can have a snack, how can you send sugar gourds every day chasing girls!

On the ten-mile long street of the temple fair, Xue Rin'an took her hand and walked from the corner of the street to the end of the street.

Towards the end of the temple fair, there is a temple.

In the temple, the incense is at its peak, and tourists and villagers will take advantage of the temple fair to come and send some incense money, or light a stick of incense, to make a wish, ask for peace and prosperity.

At the main entrance, there is a merit box with some coins thrown inside.

Jiang Jianing stopped.

Seeing that she didn't move, Xue Rin'an turned his head sideways and asked her, "Not entering?"

Jiang Jianing shook his head.

"Not in."

Wu Kai had already gone to buy incense and offerings, and when he saw Jiang Jianing standing still, he asked, "Sister Ning, don't you go in and ask for peace?"

Through the Buddha statue standing on the high steps by the door, he smiled and compassionately for everything.

"No."

Jiang Jianing turned around, "I don't believe this."

She begged her to walk to the steps and sat down with her back to the temple door, "You go with Mr. Xue, I'll wait for you here."

The woman sat on the ground, her legs curled up, her arms folded, her eyes glazed on the ground.

Xue Rin'an asked Wu Kai to go in and donate incense, and he walked back to her side and sat down as well.

"What are you looking at?"

Following the woman's gaze, there was a swarm of ants running back and forth.

"You never worshipped Buddha when you were a child?" Xue Rin'an asked.

"Yes."

She stared at the ants with a dull gaze, and saw a branch in front of them, blocking their way.

"I'm still very religious, a very large temple, several courtyards before and after, eight halls, a total of dozens of Buddha statues, I kneel three times and bow nine times in front of each Buddha statue."

She looked at the ants, blocked by the branches, and turned back and forth several times in a panic, and finally scattered, and walked back, bypassing the branches, and looking for another way out.

Jiang Jianing looked at it intently, and her voice was a little hoarse, "However, the Buddha won't cross me."