Chapter 240 Yiwu (15)

When Lin Zhou and Master Mo returned to the venue, everyone had already left. The venue was unusually quiet, with only Mr. Li and Tian Xin sitting in the audience, chatting.

No one knew what the two were talking about, but Tian Xin was listening attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Lin Zhou walked over, sat next to Tian Xin, and casually asked, "Where are the others? Why did they all disperse?"

"Oh, they've all gone to the embroidery workshop!" Mr. Li looked up at him and replied, "Aren't we rushing to finish the work? Time is tight, so I asked them all to go!"

"Then I'll go over and help too!" Master Mo nodded to a few people, said hello and went out.

Lin Zhou sat down, nodded to Tian Xin, who turned to look at him expectantly, and said two words: "It's settled!"

These two words reassured Tian Xin. As soon as Lin Zhou finished speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief. Then she held his hand tightly and looked at him deeply.

Mr. Lin watched the two of them flirting with each other and smiled: "What are you two whispering about here? Why can't I listen?"

"Oh..." Tian Xin was a little embarrassed by this and immediately turned around: "No, no, we were talking about Master Mo..."

"You really can't listen!" Lin Zhou interrupted Tian Xin's explanation, put his arm around her waist, and stood up.

"Thank you for today!" He patted Mr. Li's shoulder with his other hand: "I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow!"

"That's not necessary. It's just a small matter, don't take it to heart." Mr. Li smiled at him and said, "You don't have to worry about the meal! If you're free someday, call Mr. Zhang and ask him to introduce me to him so I can show my face to him!"

"No problem!"

Lin Zhou said: "Then we won't bother you anymore. When the clothes are ready, please give me a call and I'll come pick them up!"

After saying that, he extended his hand: "Anyway, thank you for your help today. If you need anything in the future, feel free to contact me!"

Mr. Li quickly reached out and shook his hand: "Okay, okay, keep in touch!"

June in Jiangnan is the most charming time of the year.

Ponds and lakes filled with lotus flowers dot the streets, the water clear and the flowers fragrant. Occasionally, a pleasure boat arrives, the boatman rowing and chanting a Jiangnan tune. Children, hearing the singing, would aloud across the riverbank, reciting two lines from a poem they'd learned in textbooks: "Fish play on lotus leaves to the east, fish play on lotus leaves to the west, fish play on lotus leaves to the south, fish play on lotus leaves to the north."

"It's really appropriate for the scene!" Tian Xin stood by the lake, watching the child lying on the railing and the boatman "singing" together, and her mood suddenly became brighter.

"In my opinion, it should be 'The lotus leaves stretch to the sky, their green is boundless; the lotus blossoms, reflecting the sun, are a striking red!'" She said to Lin Zhou with a smile, "Or 'Sitting on a streamside terrace in Jiangnan in June, gardenias and lotus blossom in harmony.' Wouldn't these two lines be more appropriate?"

Lin Zhou didn't answer, only smiled at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. After listening to her, he reached out and touched her bun at the back of her head: "Shouldn't it be 'Lotus leaf skirt cut in one color, hibiscus blooms on both sides of the face'? The way you look today is quite suitable for this scene, why don't you take some pictures!"

As he spoke, he pulled out his camera from his backpack and pointed it at the lake, asking Tian Xin to stand there. He then stepped back a few steps, half-crouched on the side of the road, and began to press the shutter button at Tian Xin.

"When did you bring the camera?" Tian Xin leaned against the railing awkwardly, putting her hands on it for a while and then dropping them again, feeling extremely embarrassed.

She seldom takes photos and doesn't know how to pose.

"Stop taking pictures, I... I don't really like taking pictures!" She said, putting her hands on the railing again, her eyes drifting towards the camera, and she felt very uneasy.

"So what you just said in there were all lies?" Lin Zhou stopped and asked her.

How could it be a lie?

Those words were truer than gold, weren't they? It was just that she never wanted to say them! Unexpectedly, Lin Zhou had heard them and was now teasing her with them.

"Not really!" she said.

"So you don't trust my photography skills!" Lin Zhou walked over and showed her the few photos he had just taken, asking for praise in his tone: "How are they? Are they okay?"

Um!

How is this okay?

Quite professional indeed!

Tian Xin was attracted by it at first sight and was completely stunned.

She had been fidgeting restlessly, her whole body was very reserved. She knew how the photos would look, so she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of Lin Zhou.

But these photos are absolutely amazing!

Whether it is the composition of the picture or the expressions and postures of the characters, there is nothing to complain about.

In the photo, she was wearing a blue dress and lightly made up. Although her brows were slightly furrowed, her appearance was, as Lin Zhou had described, somewhat serene and gentle, like the lotus-picking girls of the south of the Yangtze River.

"This... is not just okay!" She raised her head, smiling like a flower, her eyes full of admiration: "You can be said to be a professional player!"

"Really? Looks like we need to take more pictures today!"

Lin Zhou took the camera and pulled Tian Xin to stand on the other side.

The scenery around the lake is pleasant and there are beautiful views everywhere you look.

Even if you change the direction, it is still beautiful.

Behind Tian Xin at this moment is the entire rippling lake surface. The weeping willows on the shore and the white walls and black tiles in the distance look like the Jiangnan landscape paintings.

Tian Xin stood by the lake, one hand behind her back, grasping the other wrist that was hanging naturally, looking back at Lin Zhou with a sweet smile.

"Okay, stand still and don't move!" Lin Zhou held the camera and kept changing the angle to freeze this moment in the camera.

Taking pictures is not difficult for him, but the rare thing is that he has never had the chance to take pictures of Tian Xin.

This person, this face, this figure, has been deeply engraved in his bones. Even if he closes his eyes, without looking, he knows her beauty.

Her every smile, every movement, every frame like a movie scene was treasured in his heart, a place no one else could reach.

During the years when he couldn't see her, he recalled countless times the time they spent together, the meals they had eaten together, the places they visited, the books they read, and the music they listened to.

But there was no photo that could ease his longing.

He could only draw countless identical faces based on his memory.

Until that time in the park, he forced her to take that photo.

"No, how did you take it?" Tian Xin asked, flipping through the stunning photos in her camera. "Everyone says I'm not photogenic. Every time I take a photo, I'm either fat or ugly, or my mouth and eyes are crooked, which makes me so nervous when I take a photo. I didn't expect you to look so good. It seems that the previous photos weren't good-looking, it wasn't my fault, but the photographer's lack of skills."

As she spoke, an idea suddenly occurred to her: "How about... you teach me?"