Chapter 152 Flowers wither, but photos never do
When Qi Guang opened his eyes the next day, he suddenly remembered that the wild flower that the long-eared jerboa gave him yesterday was still in his pocket.
His expression changed instantly!
He searched anxiously but couldn't find it.
Feeling dejected, Lu Cheng asked in a daze:
"You lost your soul so early in the morning?"
Qi Guang replied:
"I lost that little wild flower."
There was a sense of loss in his tone.
Lu Cheng stood up and pointed to the book on the table that he often read.
Qi Guang walked over, picked it up, and opened the book.
I saw the small wild flower lying in the middle of the book, with a piece of tissue on each side of the flower.
"Without a microwave or formalin, I figured I could only use room-temperature pressing to maintain its shape."
Lu Cheng obviously had not yet fully woken up from his sleepiness, and his voice was confused and hoarse.
Qi Guang looked at the little wild flower and finally felt relieved.
"When did you do it?"
It was obvious that both of them fell asleep at the same time, so how could Lu Cheng still put the flowers in the book?
"When I get up at night."
Qi Guang suddenly realized, and then said in a slightly exaggerated tone:
"Good man!"
Lu Cheng finally woke up from his predicament and said:
"Make breakfast delicious."
Qi Guangshu closed his eyes and went to wash up and make breakfast.
After Lu Cheng finished washing up, he smelled the fragrance of rice.
I feel much more energetic.
After a night's rest, the discomfort left by picking wild wolfberries finally disappeared.
Suddenly I feel like I can pick up three or four more baskets from him today!!
After they finished their breakfast, they set off.
I thought everyone could have some peace and quiet after the sheep-grabbing competition was over.
There are always plenty of reasons to keep busy at Kexia Ranch.
Wang Yuanjun and Abram had already been busy in the wild black wolfberry field.
Qi Guang and Lu Cheng also joined the picking team, carrying baskets.
The black wolfberries here are growing well.
Each grain is plump and tempting.
Even Qi Guang, an outsider, thinks that this year's black wolfberries will definitely sell for a good price.
It was almost noon, so Wang Yuanjun went back to prepare lunch.
The remaining three were still picking.
Finally, everyone's basket was filled with fresh black wolfberries.
As expected, the first time is new, the second time is familiar.
Qi Guang felt that the second picking seemed to be much easier on his waist.
When he returned to the room, Wang Yuanjun's fragrant pilaf had just come out of the pot, and next to it was a pot of steaming mutton!
Speaking of Shuipen Lamb, it is a famous traditional Han snack in Shaanxi Province.
Wang Yuanjun’s hometown is over there.
After washing their hands, everyone sat together and ate pilaf with mutton in a basin. This combination was quite creative.
Qi Guang still did not forget to let the fans in the live broadcast room eat first. The steaming food in the camera accelerated the speed of the barrage:
[Tiantianlidijinjubang: I love Shuipen mutton the most! It's the food from my hometown!!! Ever since I came to S City, I haven't tasted the flavors of my hometown again, wuwuwu!]
[Doesn't everyone who leaves their hometown cook one or two dishes of their hometown to express their nostalgia?]
[Dick Yangzai: No, I don’t know how to cook. I can only order takeout...]
[I raised a sheep: Wow, seeing lamb again makes me feel so familiar!!!]
[Little Mouse on the Prairie: Brother Sheep has already gone back?! So fast!]
[A sheep suddenly appeared! Hahaha! ]
Qi Guang swallowed a piece of mutton and said:
"Brother Yang, please arrange your next trip as soon as possible!"
Perhaps because they had met before, Qi Guang felt a sense of familiarity when he saw the name of the man who raised sheep again in the live broadcast room.
Brother Yang's appearance finally matched his name.
This is probably the charm of meeting and getting to know each other.
Abram was eating when he suddenly remembered something. When he stood up and came back -
There is an extra hat on the head.
That’s right, it was the one Qi Guang and Lu Cheng gave him.
Qi Guang was at a loss for words and said to Abram:
"Abu, you don't have to wear it every day. It's too hot."
Abram patted his hat happily and said:
"It's not hot, it looks good."
Wang Yuanjun smiled and said:
"Oh, let him be. As long as he's happy!"
Yeah, just be happy.
After lunch, everyone relaxed from the morning's fatigue and finally woke up with milk tea.
Fortunately, the sun was not very strong today and it would hide in the clouds from time to time.
“It feels like it’s going to rain tonight!”
Wang Yuanjun picked a bunch of black wolfberries, looked up at the sky, and speculated.
Qi Guang also had the same feeling. He turned and looked at Lu Cheng.
Lu Cheng was concentrating on picking the black wolfberries in front of him.
The technique is becoming more and more skillful.
Qi Guang looked at Lu Cheng's injured hand, which looked very flexible.
It shouldn't hurt anymore...
Today everyone was moving as fast as if they were riding a rocket. Before the sun even reached the horizon, we had already caught up with yesterday's progress.
Wang Yuanjun signaled everyone to stop and rest.
Qi Guang looked at the field of black wolfberries in front of him and found that most of the picking had been completed.
Not to mention Wang Yuanjun, Qi Guang also felt much more relaxed.
I watched as dark clouds slowly covered the sky.
Qi Guang and Lu Cheng left first at the urging of Wang Yuanjun.
The two of them were almost speeding on their way back.
Good and Ugo were indeed a little tired by the end, but they didn't seem to want to get caught in the rain.
They performed very well and took Qi Guang and Lu Cheng back to the yurt before the heavy rain fell.
The rain was so heavy that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was pouring down like a blanket of rain.
But Qi Guang felt at ease.
Because he knew that no matter how heavy the rain was, the water would not flood in.
It is said that the departure of a loved one is like a long and lasting "return of the south wind" in the hearts of the living. ("return of the south wind" is the name of a weather phenomenon in southern China, usually referring to the phenomenon that the temperature begins to warm up and the humidity rises sharply in spring every year. When "return of the south wind" occurs, the air humidity is close to saturation, and the scene is wet everywhere).
Qi Guang was deeply touched.
But this year, the return of the south wind in Qi Guang's heart seems to come slower and last shorter.
“Crack!”
A short shutter sound was heard.
Qi Guang was stunned.
Lu Cheng poked half of his face out from behind the camera and said:
"What are you staring at with that wild flower?"
Qi Guang then realized that his current state looked too feminine to others!
"Fuck! Deleted!"
As he said that, Qi Guang was about to snatch Lu Cheng's camera.
Lu Cheng was prepared and held the camera tightly in his arms.
He knew why Qi Guang reacted so strongly and said with a smile:
"No, no, no! Don't worry!"
Qi Guang stretched out his hand and said:
"Let me see."
Lu Cheng handed him the camera.
Well...how should I put it, it's definitely not feminine.
And the indoor lighting, Qi Guang's eyes, and the dried wildflower at his fingertips—
These tones combined together create a very atmospheric feeling.
Qi Guang's eyes in the photo are not empty, but rather have a strong sense of story.
The same light also hit Lu Cheng's face, and his smile was hazy:
“Flowers wither, but photographs never do.”
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