Leng Yue hated crowded places, she wanted to calm down, put herself in nature, and let her soul, in the majestic form of these mountains, be like a lonely bird looking for a place to perch.

But this red dust world is full of hustle and bustle, overcrowded, and there is no quiet place.

Continue to go up, there is also a gazebo in front, because it is shaped like a mushroom, so it is named Mushroom Pavilion.

The mushroom pavilion is surrounded by lush vegetation and pine trees, and there are also hammocks in the lush forest for visitors to enjoy and rest.

In the middle of the mushroom pavilion are many stones of different sizes and shapes, some of which are erect and some lie flat, and those that stand upright can be backed and those that lie flat can be bent over.

The stone-paved path is well connected to a wide mountain ring road.

Although this place is often visited by people, few people stay here for a long time, and it is just a quiet scenery on the way up the mountain.

Near the mushroom pavilion is the Diaoyutai, a picturesque, cool place.

Now, it is the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom.

A pool of green leaves is dazzling, like a lamp, like a cover, like a pavilion, spread on the water. The delicate flowers, stretching out of the green leaves, stretched out slender and tender stems, and one by one, half-opened, blooming, budding, and thanking, all fell into the green leaves. The pink petals, facing the summer sun, are deep and shallow, delicate and tender, each one is a poem, and each one is a painting.

This beautiful scenery attracted the cold moon, and the scorching sun was also oppressing the cold moon, and she couldn't walk anymore.

Even though she wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, sweat evaporated from her hair, her legs were tired and weak, her limbs were like a ball of cotton that was paralyzed, and the feeling of dizziness was getting worse and worse.

"No, you have to find a place to rest, or you might faint!" she muttered to herself, running straight to the edge of the Diaoyutai railing, leaning under the railing, she closed her eyes.

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Yuan Yuanshan took his camera, focused on the lotus flowers one after another, and kept shooting.

He took a fancy to a half-opened lotus flower.

This lotus flower is far away from other flowers, it blooms lonely in a corner of still water, quite a kind of 'lonely fragrance self-appreciation' charm.

The petals were white, white like clouds in the sky, and they were different from the pink lotus flowers.

Yuan Yuanshan's eyes stared at the flower from the lens, but the slim branches shook slightly, and there were some small ripples on the water surface.

He wanted to shoot a picture that was clear, and he could see the patterns clearly, so he waited patiently and leisurely, waiting for the ripples on the water to dissipate and stand still.

Not long after, on the still water, there was a vague reflection, the figure of a woman.

She wore a white straw hat and a white dress, with the white lotus flower next to her.

He quickly pressed the shutter and captured the shot. Then, instinctively, he stepped away from the camera and looked up.

By the railing, leaning against a woman.

A large white straw hat covered her forehead, and her hair peeked out from under the straw hat, the only black of her body.

Looking at his face, he had the nothingness of time still.

Oh my God! This isn't a dream, is it? This woman is far more thrilling than the glimpse she just had.

He thought, looking at her almost in horror.

This fair and delicate skin, this impeccable facial features, this wonderful figure, this elegant look. But why did she stay motionless and keep her eyes closed, like a statue?!

"Ma'am, are you alright?!"

Yuanshan hurriedly walked up to her and asked her hurriedly.

The voice sounded from Leng Yue's side, and she was startled and opened her eyes suddenly.

These big foggy eyes are a little confused, a little lonely, a little sad, and a little thoughtful.

Yuanshan was stunned-

He stared at her blankly, and his heart was inexplicably sour.