A woman in a soft aqua-blue knitted sweater stood gracefully in front of the deep blue, gem-like lake. The wind gently blew up a corner of her black skirt. Behind her were seagulls flying and circling in the sky, and one of them just landed between her fingers.
It's like a movie poster, stunningly beautiful.
Just this one photo of life is enough to make the entire journey complete.
Of course, He Tingyu took more than one photo of such beautiful scenery.
There were individual photos of everyone, photos of Yun Qiao and He Tingjun's couple He Ying, photos of the family of three with Yun Qiao holding He Yan, photos of Yun Qiao with his arm around Shi Shan, photos of Shi Shan holding Yanyan and holding Zou Chen's hand, one after another, and in the end, the whole roll of film was almost used up again.
The photos of 'photographer' He Tingyu were taken by He Tingjun.
Compared with He Tingyu, who has read many photography books and learned photography from a teacher, He Tingjun is not a very qualified photographer. He Tingyu adjusted all the data and arranged the camera composition step by step. He Tingjun only needed to press the shutter, but the final result was still far worse than the previous ones.
Obviously the composition hasn't changed at all, and the angle isn't crooked, but it's just a little off.
This is probably the difference between professionals and amateurs.
The family rented a small boat and took a boat ride to admire the mountains and waters of Dianchi Lake. When they got off the boat, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on the sparkling lake surface. The setting sun melted into gold, and the evening clouds merged into a beautiful picture, which was both poetic and picturesque.
Facing the sunset, the family took the last bus to the district. He Yan leaned in Yun Qiao's arms, gradually feeling sleepy and his eyelids drooping.
Yun Qiao patted her little shoulder and said softly, "Go to sleep."
He Yan nodded, yawned, and soon fell into a sweet dream.
At my house, it was already completely dark.
Nanny Aunt Lan had already prepared dinner. Yun Qiao woke He Yan up, and the family washed their hands and sat down.
After running around outside all day, the whole family was very tired, so there was not much to talk about at the dinner table. They just had a simple meal and then went to their rooms to rest.
Yun Qiao first gave He Yan a bath and coaxed her to sleep, then got some hot water and started soaking her feet.
She usually works in the clinic and basically sits indoors, so she rarely gets such a lot of exercise. After walking around for a whole day, she has walked at least 20,000 to 30,000 steps. Now she feels like the part below her calves is almost not her own.
If I don't take a good bath to relieve my fatigue and have a good sleep tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't even be able to walk.
By the time He Tingjun came out of the shower, Yun Qiao had almost finished soaking her feet.
She sat on the bed and wiped her feet with a foot towel. He Tingjun walked over, held her ankles, and said, "Give you a massage?"
Yun Qiao nodded: "Okay, press it."
She lay back and chose a comfortable position, and He Tingjun began.
He was good at massage. Yun Qiao was already tired and soon fell into drowsiness. Then she felt his hands start to move upwards in a strange way.
Yun Qiao opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at him: "You've been walking around all day, aren't you tired?"
"Not tired." He Tingjun said frankly: "This intensity is far from my usual training."
“…”
That's right, he even has to add loads during his training.
Yun Qiao resigned himself to his fate and lay down, reminding him, "Then hurry up."
"..." He Tingjun paused, leaned over and bit her neck and shoulder, deliberately playing tricks on her, "It won't be fast."
Yun Qiao groaned, and pinched the soft flesh on his waist with his fingers as if to vent his anger.
He Tingjun chuckled and became more wanton.
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The beautiful Southwest - South of the colorful clouds.
Yun Qiao's journey westward was very pleasant, as he admired the beautiful scenery outside the window all the way.
With He Tingjun, an all-round soldier by his side, there was almost nothing for Yun Qiao to worry about along the way.
He Tingjun planned the route and was also responsible for food and accommodation. In addition, He Tingyu was in charge of carrying the bags and recording the scenery. The two brothers took care of almost all the big and small things along the way, and Yun Qiao only needed to take his daughter to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
The southern part of Yunnan in the 1970s had a kind of primitive beauty that had been carved out. It was natural and simple, and very representative of the times. It is a scene that is difficult for people to reproduce later.
They saw Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, went north from Dali to Lijiang, saw snow-capped mountains, saw the Jinsha River, and circled back to Fuchun City.
When He Tingyu had used up all the film he brought with him and returned to Spring City, he couldn't wait to develop all the photos. However, the state-owned photo studio was suddenly closed, so he had to wait until after the New Year to develop the photos.
At this time, it was the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and in two days it would be New Year's Eve.
The streets are decorated with lights and the festive atmosphere of the New Year is very strong, but the atmosphere at home is a little dull.
When He Tingjun drove over, the gate was wide open, but no one came to greet him.
After they unloaded their luggage from the trunk and walked into the yard, Zou Yuan came out of the living room late.
His face was not very good, but he still managed a smile in front of his two uncles, "Big brother, sister-in-law, second brother, you are here."
He Tingjun hummed and nodded slightly, his eyes falling on He Ying who was about to go upstairs behind him.
"He Ying, come and help unload the luggage."
He Ying paused, without even nodding, and simply said, "Let Zou Yuan help me. I'm not feeling well."
Her voice was buzzing and a little hoarse.
He Tingjun frowned, said nothing, and let her go upstairs.
Zou Yuan quickly said, "I'll do it, I'll do it."
After saying that, as if afraid of being questioned by He Tingjun, she started to move her luggage. After she finished moving, she made an excuse to go upstairs as well: "I'm going upstairs to see if Yingying is feeling better."
Zou Yuan's back was hurried, as if something was chasing him.
Even He Tingyu noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong with the couple? They're acting weird."
"Did something happen?" Yun Qiao said softly, "When I heard He Ying talking just now, she sounded like she was crying."
He Tingyu pursed his lips, feeling a bad premonition in his heart: "Is he in trouble again?"
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