Ye Qingliu took the kettle but did not drink it immediately. Instead, his eyes were attracted by a few old men in the viewing pavilion next to him.
In the pavilion, the gray-haired Grandpa Li was holding a professional-looking but obviously old SLR camera, pointing it at the misty mountains in the distance, his brows tightly furrowed.
His wife, Grandma Zhang, was beside him, and she was anxious: "Oh, old man, do you know how to do it? It was working fine just now, why did the screen suddenly go black? This mountain view is so beautiful, it's such a pity that I can't take a picture!"
Several elderly people with cameras gathered around to watch.
"Old Li, is the battery out?"
"Check the battery compartment?"
"Is the lens cap still on?"
"Did you just bump into something?"
Grandpa Li frantically checked, removing and reinstalling the lens, prying open the battery compartment to check, sweating profusely. "This shouldn't be happening! I just charged it before leaving! It wasn't even bumped or dented! This...it's failing at this critical moment!"
The old people talked a lot and offered suggestions, but none of them hit the point.
Grandpa Li looked at the still dark screen behind the camera, feeling distressed and frustrated.
At this moment, a clear and calm voice, not loud but clearly penetrating the surrounding discussions, rang out in the pavilion:
"On the right side of the viewfinder eyepiece, the sensor blocks the lever and resets it."
The sound was like the dripping of an icy spring, with an unquestionable precision.
The pavilion suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw that the young man next to Sun Guixiang, who had been silent and cold like the ice and snow in the mountains, had stood up at some point.
He did not walk into the pavilion, but stood a few steps away from the edge of the pavilion, his eyes calmly fixed on the camera in Grandpa Li's hand.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, dancing on the lenses of his silver-rimmed glasses, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes.
Grandpa Li was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked down at the right side of his camera viewfinder.
Sure enough, there was a small, black plastic lever next to the eyepiece. He seemed to have accidentally touched it just now... He tentatively and carefully turned the lever.
With a soft beep, the screen on the back of the camera lit up instantly! The familiar viewfinder was clearly displayed!
"Hey! It's bright! It's really bright!" Grandpa Li exclaimed in surprise, his hands shaking with excitement as if he was holding a lost treasure.
"Amazing! Young man! How did you know it was this?" He suddenly raised his head and looked at the white figure outside the pavilion, his eyes filled with incredible surprise and gratitude.
The other elderly people also exclaimed: "Wow! It's really fixed!"
"This guy is amazing! He knows cameras!"
"Old Li, hurry up and thank the kid!"
Grandma Zhang was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She kept thanking him, "Thank you, little friend! Thank you, little friend! You've been a great help! I'll use this camera to take some good pictures to show off!"
Facing these burning gazes and repeated thanks, Ye Qingliu had no expression on his face.
He seemed to be simply stating a simple fact and completing some insignificant logical judgment.
His gray-blue eyes were calm and didn't even linger for a second on Grandpa Li's ecstatic face.
He nodded slightly as a response to the "thank you", then turned around and walked back to the stone bench next to Sun Guixiang and sat down again, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
Sun Guixiang smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed into slits, and the wrinkles on her face looked like blooming chrysanthemums.
She gently patted the back of Ye Qingliu's hand on his knee, her voice filled with unconcealed pride: "We little friends know a lot!"
Grandpa Li held the camera that had returned to normal and excitedly took several photos of the mountains in the distance. He couldn't help but look back at the white figure sitting quietly and sighed.
"Sister Sun, you are truly... amazing! You enlightened me with just one sentence! What do you call this? This is called a true person who never reveals his true colors!"
The old people around looked at Ye Qingliu with not only the original surprise and love, but also a bit more sincere admiration and curiosity.
The child still sat quietly, his eyes looking into the depths of the bamboo forest, as if the little technical support just now was just a bamboo leaf that fell when the mountain breeze blew, leaving no trace.
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