There were still a few more steps before they reached the end of the mountain road. Zhang Zian's physical fitness was much stronger than the last time he came. At least he wasn't panting. He was just about to jump up the last few steps, but he almost bumped into a girl.
"Zhuang …"
He was at a lower part of the mountain road, and he looked down at the steps to prevent himself from losing his footing. After all, the top of the mountain was foggy and slippery, so he only saw a yellow hanfu dress. He was so scared that he almost screamed, thinking that Zhuang Xiaodie had come to reality. Or … was this another dream? Or … had he never woken up from the original dream?
When he looked up, he found that it was not Zhuang Xiaodie, but an ordinary girl in a hanfu.
It was not easy to climb the mountain in a hanfu. He just wanted to give her a thumbs up for her stamina, but then he found that in order to avoid getting the skirt dirty, she lifted the skirt off the ground with both hands. The skirt revealed the corner of her jeans.
It seemed that she wore ordinary clothes to climb the mountain, and then changed into a hanfu.
It did not seem to be cost-effective to do this kind of thing. No matter how beautiful a hanfu was, who would see her climb to the top of the mountain?
At this time, she tilted her head and shouted to the side, "Senior! Is it not my turn yet? "
"Right away! Right away! Just wait a few more seconds! "
A tall and skinny boy, who looked like a bamboo pole, ran over with a huge SLR camera hanging around his neck. He smiled at her, trying to please her.
Just then, a middle-aged woman who climbed the mountain with her child began to return down the mountain. Her child looked up at the bamboo-like boy and cried in horror, "Mom! This person is staring at me with his nostrils! "
The middle-aged woman hurriedly pulled the child and sped down the mountain.
Zhang Zian and the boy looked at each other and said at the same time, "It's you!"
The boy in front of him was Luo Qingyu, the president of the photography club at Binhai University. When he spoke, he liked to raise his head slightly. Coupled with his tall height, it really looked like he was staring at people with his nostrils …
Luo Qingyu seemed to think of something. He took a step forward and wanted to grab Zhang Zian's collar. He said excitedly, "That photo of Jesus in the forest, you photoshopped it!"
"Don't touch me as soon as you come up." Zhang Zian pushed his hand away. "How could it be photoshopped? I still have the video here."
After returning to Binhai City, Zhang Zian posted the beautiful scenery he had taken in the United States to his WeChat friend circle, especially the Light of Jesus in the Mahogany Forest.
The most important thing in photography was to have a beautiful scenery. If one only had the skills but did not have the amazing scenery, then the pictures taken would only be ignored. It was just like how the most important thing in photographing a girl was that the girl was beautiful. This was a world that only cared about looks.
The scenery of tourist attractions had been overused, and wonders would only appear in places that were rarely visited by people. Luo Qingyu, who hung around Binhai City all day, had no chance to see that kind of scenery. Although Zhang Zian's photography skills were mediocre, and he did not have a DSLR camera, he appeared in the right place at the right time, and a casual shot was a blockbuster.
"Damn it! I want to save money! I want to travel abroad! I want to travel around the world! By then, the photos I take will definitely monopolize the National Geographic Magazine! "Luo Qingyu cried with grief and indignation.
"You can work part-time in my shop. I happen to need someone who can take good photos of cats and dogs on my WeChat account." Zhang Zian kindly offered a job opportunity.
"Ha! I can't work part-time, I can't work part-time in this life. I want to sell photos to make money. I just need someone to recognize me. I just sent a batch of photos to the photo copyright website. This time, I will definitely sign a contract! "Luo Qingyu said contemptuously.
"Then do your best." Zhang Zian did not care.
"Senior, who is this? Your acquaintance? "the girl in the yellow dress asked curiously.
Luo Qingyu said, "Uh … not really."
Zhang Zian suddenly thought of a problem. "Wait, Luo Qingyu, didn't you enter the senior year last year? You should have graduated by now, right? "
Luo Qingyu coughed. "The quality of the new batch of female students is not bad. For these lovely female students, I have decided to stay in the senior year for another year …"
At this time, another boy with a camera around his neck walked over and complained, "Senior, even if you don't graduate, you should give up your position. You have been the president since I joined the club as a freshman. Now that I am in the senior year, you are still the president. Will I be the vice president until I graduate?"
"Look at you. What's the rush? Can't you see that I am talking to someone? " Luo Qingyu waved his hand impatiently. "Go. Polish your skills and practice your camera skills. Don't be lazy all the time."
The boy walked away angrily.
Zhang Zian nodded with admiration. "Say no more. I understand. I wish you all the best in the senior year and have female students every year. "
Luo Qingyu heard the sarcasm in his words and was about to lose his temper. Another female student next to him was calling Luo Qingyu "Senior", so he put on a smile and ran over. "Junior, what's wrong?"
Zhang Zian, Old Time Tea, and Fa Tiai also came to the top of the mountain.
A few old men in white shirts and pants had arrived at the top of the mountain one step ahead of them. They were using their own plug-in speakers to play music and perform a group sword dance. They practiced every day, and their movements and clothes were neat and uniform. Coupled with the surrounding fog and the green pines that were like umbrellas, they really looked like immortals.
Several girls who were obviously college students were posing, and several boys from the photography club of Binhai University were taking pictures of them from various angles.
Zhang Zian wanted to remind these boys that photography was a road of no return. Sooner or later, they would be led astray by their president. They should quickly get off this pirate ship.
The layout of the top of the mountain was slightly different from when Zhang Zian came last year. There was an additional quadrangular pavilion, probably to shelter tourists from the rain. Such a change was not reflected in the dream created by Zhuang Xiaodie, which fully showed that her dream was based on his memory. There was no quadrangular pavilion in his memory, and there was no such thing in her dream.
The Teahouse in Hidden Fog was no different from what he remembered, except that there was an additional wooden sign at the door. The wooden sign listed the signature refreshments of the teahouse and their prices, so that curious tourists could have a psychological expectation before entering the teahouse. There was probably no lack of disputes because of this.
Zhang Zian looked around the top of the mountain. There was no sign of the junior high school girl on the top of the palm of his hand. Could it be that she entered the teahouse?
Even white-collar workers would have to weigh their wallets before entering a teahouse of this level. Junior high school students could only be explained by the fact that they were from a rich family.
Fa Tui was not interested in drinking tea and eating snacks, but he was very interested in the old man who performed the sword dance. He felt that it was full of a mysterious oriental atmosphere. When he reached the top of the mountain, he stared at them.
Zhang Zian asked for its opinion. It wanted to stay outside to watch the sword dance, so Zhang Zian tied the lead rope to the doorpost of the teahouse. Anyway, even if there was an accident, Fa Tui could easily break free from the lead rope.
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