Chapter 1655 Don't Stare at Me

There are still a few steps left on the mountain road. Zhang Zian's physical fitness is much stronger than when he came last time, at least he is not out of breath. He just wanted to jump up the last few steps, but he almost bumped into a girl full of.

"village"

He was at a lower part of the mountain road, and he was staring down at the steps to avoid stepping on them. After all, the top of the mountain was foggy and slippery, so he only saw a long goose-yellow Hanfu dress, which almost made him scream out of fear. Zhuang Xiaodie has come to reality, or is this another dream or he has never woken up from the first dream

When he looked up, he found that it wasn't Zhuang Xiaodie, but an ordinary Hanfu girl.

Climbing a mountain in Hanfu is not easy. He just wanted to praise her for her physical strength, but then he found that she lifted the corner of the skirt off the ground with both hands to avoid stepping on it dirty, but the bottom of the jeans was exposed under the skirt of the Hanfu.

It seems that she went up the mountain in ordinary clothes, and then changed into Hanfu.

It seems cost-effective to spend a lot of time doing this kind of thing. Wearing a beautiful Hanfu and climbing to the top of the mountain to show someone

At this time, she tilted her head and shouted softly to the side, "Isn't it my turn, senior?"

"Immediately, just wait a few seconds."

A tall, thin boy who looked like a bamboo pole ran over erratically, with a huge SLR camera hanging around his neck, and smiled flatteringly at her.

There happened to be a middle-aged woman who led her child to climb the mountain and started to return down the mountain with her child. Her child looked up at the boy who looked like a bamboo pole, and cried out in horror, "Mom, this man stared at me with his nostrils!"

The middle-aged woman quickly grabbed the child and hurried down the mountain.

Zhang Zian and the boy met their eyes and said at the same time, "It's you."

The boy in front of him is Luo Qingyu, the president of Binhai University's photography club. He likes to raise his head slightly when he speaks, and with his height, he really seems to be glaring at people with his nostrils

Luo Qingyu seemed to remember something, took a step forward and wanted to grab Zhang Zian's collar, and said excitedly, "The light of Jesus in the forest is your photoshopped one, right?"

"Don't make any moves as soon as you come up." Zhang Ziange opened his hand, "How could it be PS, I still have the video here."

After returning to Binhai City, Zhang Zian posted the beautiful scenery he took in the United States to his circle of friends, especially the Jesus Light in the Redwood Forest, which won unanimous praise from everyone.

The most important thing in photography is to have a beautiful view, but there is no amazing scene with technology alone, and the photos taken can only be ignored, just like the most important thing in taking pictures of girls is that the girls are beautiful. This is a face. world.

The scenery of tourist attractions has been photographed indiscriminately, and strange scenery will only appear in inaccessible places. Luo Qingyu, who hangs around Binhai City all day long, has no chance to come into contact with that level of scenery, and although Zhang Zian's photography skills are mediocre He didn't have a SLR camera, but he appeared at the right place at the right time, and he was a blockbuster with just one shot.

"Damn it, I want to save money, I want to travel abroad, I want to travel around the world, and the photos I take will definitely be able to monopolize National Geographic magazine." Luo Qingyu cried out in grief and indignation as if her talent was not met.

"You can come to my store to work part-time. It just so happens that my official account still lacks someone who can take good photos of cats and dogs." Zhang Zian kindly offered a job opportunity.

"It's impossible to work part-time. It's impossible to work part-time in this life. I want to sell photos to make money. Now I just lack a bole. I just sent a batch of photos to the photo copyright website. I will definitely be able to sign this time." Luo Qingyu scorned said.

"Then go ahead." Zhang Zian didn't care.

"Senior, who is this, your acquaintance?" the girl in the yellow skirt asked curiously.

Luo Qingyu "Uh, it doesn't count."

Zhang Zian suddenly thought of a question, "Wait a minute, Luo Qingyu, didn't you graduate last year? Should you be graduating now?"

Luo Qingyu coughed dryly, "The quality of the new class of juniors is good. For the sake of these lovely juniors, I decided to go to another senior year."

At this time, another boy with a camera hanging around his neck came over and complained, "Senior, even if you don't graduate, you should give up your seat. You have been the president since I joined the club when I was a freshman.

Now I am also in my senior year, and you are still the president, my adverb will always accompany me after I graduate.”

"Look at you, why didn't you see that I was talking to someone?" Luo Qingyu waved his hands impatiently, "Go, polish your skills more, practice mirror movement more, don't be lazy all the time."

The boy walked away angrily.

Zhang Zian nodded in admiration and said, "Needless to say, I understand. I wish you a senior year every year, and have a school girl every year."

Luo Qingyu heard the sarcasm in his words, she was throwing a temper tantrum with her eyes wide open, and there was another school girl next to her calling Senior Luo, so she put on a smile and ran over, "Sister, what's the matter?"

Zhang Zian, Lao Cha and Fatui also came to the top of the mountain.

A few old men in white clothes and white trousers arrived at the top of the mountain one step ahead of them. They played the music with their own plug-in speakers and danced swords collectively. They practiced every day, and their movements and clothes were uniform. It's a bit of a Taoist fairy wind.

A few Hanfu girls who were obviously college students were posing, and a few boys from Binhai University's photography club took pictures of them from various angles.

Zhang Zian really wanted to remind these boys that photography is a way of no return, and sooner or later they will be led astray by your president, so hurry up and get off this thief ship.

The layout of the top of the mountain is slightly different from when Zhang Zian came last year. There is an extra square pavilion, which may be used to shelter tourists from the rain. However, this change was not reflected in Zhuang Xiaodie's dream, which fully explained her The dream is based on his memory. There is no four-cornered gazebo in his memory, nor in her dream.

The Wuyin Teahouse is no different from what he remembered, except that there is an extra wooden sign at the entrance, which lists the signature refreshments of the teahouse and their prices with pictures and texts, so that curious tourists can have a psychological expectation before entering the teahouse, probably It is not rare that disputes have arisen because of this.

Zhang Zian looked around at the top of the mountain. There was no figure of the junior high school girl on the top of the palm-sized mountain. Could it be that she entered the teahouse?

Even salaried white-collar workers have to weigh their wallets before entering a teahouse of this level. The consumption of junior high school students can only be explained by the rich second generation.

Farui is not interested in drinking tea and eating snacks, but is very interested in the old sword dancers, feeling full of mysterious oriental atmosphere, and staring at them intently after reaching the top of the mountain.

Zhang Zian asked for its opinion, and it wanted to stay outside to watch the sword dance, so Zhang Zian tied the leash to the doorpost of the tea house. Anyway, even if there was any accident, Fatui could easily break free from the leash.

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