The guy taking photos was also very interesting and made Wang Yanmei very happy.

Xu Fuqiang whispered in his wife's ear, "Even if I dress like this, I can still take good pictures."

Wang Yanmei waved her hand and whispered, "Then you take more pictures over there."

Then, while the photographer was taking pictures of Qingzhi and his sister, he took his wife to the pavilion to take pictures and asked Wang Yanmei to pose in several poses.

He happily showed the photo to his wife, but was scolded by Wang Yanmei.

"Am I that fat?"

"I look like this?"

"Okay, please stop taking pictures. The young boy took much better pictures of me!"

Xu Fuqiang said confidently: "The camera they use must be better than my phone. When I get home, I will ask my daughter to buy me a good camera."

Wang Yanmei poured cold water on him, saying, "Don't waste the money on the camera."

Apart from this little episode, the whole photo-shooting process was still very joyful.

Since he came out, grandpa has been smiling all the time.

After the photos came out, some of them were refined, some were printed out, and some were saved as electronic files.

Xu Qingzhi posted all the electronic photos in the group.

Her mother immediately used her beautiful solo photo as her WeChat avatar.

Her father and grandfather also followed suit and changed their profile pictures. Grandpa didn't know how to do it, so he asked Xu Qingzhi to help him.

Xu Qingzhi simply changed it as well.

There are five people in a group, and four of them have the same avatar style, leaving Xu Zijun with a white-haired anime male head.

The family was sitting in a beverage shop drinking lemonade, and Wang Yanmei asked Xu Zijun to change as well.

Xu Zijun refused to do so.

"This is so beautiful, look at it, it looks so handsome, much better than your white hair."

Xu Zijun: “No.”

cool.

The eighteen-year-old boy is increasingly having his own ideas.

The beverage shop is an open-air building with no sunshades, and the wind is blowing from somewhere, bringing a bit of heat, but also a coolness that seems to have stolen from somewhere, perhaps from the air-conditioning vent.

The store was almost full of tourists.

Most of them are families, adults and children, but elderly people are rarely seen.

Even the older ones looked like an elderly couple who came by themselves.

The child at the next table was a little noisy, so Xu Qingzhi looked at him a few more times, and the mother scolded the child.

The nagging voice complained: "Grandma, my mom is mean to me."

"Yeah, that's cruel to me."

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

"Yeah, I'm here. I just arrived. I'm going to have a drink and then have dinner later."

Wang Yanmei wanted to go back, so she stood up and said, "Let's go."

Xu Qingzhi did not hear the rest of the conversation.

After coming out of the drink shop, the sun outside was so hot that my skin was burning. I had to wear a hat and even pull the sleeves of my sun protection jacket to block the back of my hands.

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

Day 3.

It was still a nosebleed day.

After the experience of the previous day, the Xu family was no longer surprised.

We rented a car and went for a walk around Huan'erhai.

It is clearly the same sea of ​​​​ears, but when viewed from different angles, you will see different visual beauty.

We checked in and took photos at each place and tasted some local delicacies.

After a tiring day, it was almost evening.

The wind was still hot at this moment, blowing through the alleys of the Bai people's buildings.

Xu Qingzhi's hat was nearly blown off. He turned back to remind them, but it touched their faces.

Hours later, countless memories blown by such wind suddenly appeared in my mind.

It was when she was carrying a small pudding worth fifty cents a piece and hurriedly delivering it to the adults who were planting rice in the field. As she ran, the wind blew through the rice fields.

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

Exhausted by two days of check-in-style tourism, Xu Qingzhi was puzzled as to why so many people felt healed by this place.

Now, she seemed to understand.

This is a different smell from the steel and concrete in the city.

Those unintentional leisure moments can evoke people’s thoughts about the past.

Originally planning to leave the day after tomorrow, Xu Qingzhi extended the rental of the B&B for a few more days after communicating with his family.

Sunrise and sunset, clouds rolling and unrolling, all must be experienced slowly. (End of this chapter)