The mountain road was only a few steps away. Zhang Zian's physical fitness was much better than when he came last time, at least he was not as breathless as he was about to jump up the last few steps, but he almost got into a girl's arms.

"village……"

He was at a lower place on the mountain road, and he looked down at the steps to prevent the steps from being broken. After all, the fog on the top of the mountain was very slippery, so he only saw a goose yellow Hanfu long skirt, which scared him so much that he almost screamed, thinking that Zhuang Xiaodie had come to reality, or... is this another dream? Or... he has not woken up in the original dream?

When he looked up, he found that it was not Zhuang Xiaodie, but an ordinary girl in Hanfu.

It was not easy to climb a mountain in Hanfu. He was about to give her a thumbs up for her physical strength, but then he found that in order to avoid placing the corners of her skirt, she lifted the corners of her skirt with both hands off the ground, but the corners of her jeans were exposed under the Hanfu skirt.

It seems that she was wearing ordinary clothes to climb the mountain before changing into Hanfu.

It seems that the cost-effectiveness of doing such things is not high. Who can I see when I wear a beautiful Hanfu to climb to the top of the mountain?

At this time, she tilted her head and shouted to the side in a coquettish voice: "Senior! Isn't it my turn yet?"

"Now! Now! Just wait a few seconds!"

A tall, thin boy like a bamboo pole ran over and there was a huge SLR camera hanging around his neck, and he smiled at her flatteringly.

A middle-aged woman who was leading her child to climb the mountain led her child to return and down the mountain. Her child looked up at the boy like a bamboo pole and shouted in horror: "Mom! This person glared at me with his nostrils!"

The middle-aged woman quickly pulled the child and accelerated her pace to go down the mountain.

Zhang Zian met the boy and said, "It's you!"

The boy in front of him is Luo Qingyu, the president of Binhai University Photography Club. He likes to raise his head slightly when he speaks. In addition, he is tall, and it seems that he is staring at someone with his nostrils...

Luo Qingyu seemed to remember something, and took a step to grab Zhang Zi'an's collar, and said excitedly: "The light of Jesus in the forest is yours!"

"Don't touch your feet as soon as you come up." Zhang Zi'ange opened his hand, "How could it be from Ps? I still have videos here."

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

The most important thing about photography is that there are beautiful scenery, but only technology does not have amazing wonders, and the photos taken can only be ignored. Just like the most important thing about taking girls is that girls are beautiful, this is a world of looking at faces.

The scenery of tourist attractions has been photographed in scattered places, and wonders will only appear in places where people are rarely visited. Luo Qingyu, who has been hiding around Binhai City all day, has no chance to get into that level of scenery. Although Zhang Zian's photography skills are mediocre and does not have a SLR camera, he appears in the right place at the right time and takes a shot of it.

"Damn it! I want to save money! I want to travel abroad! I want to travel around the world! The photos I take will definitely monopolize the National Geographic Magazine!" Luo Qingyu shouted sadly and angry as if she was not met.

"You can come to my store to work part-time. It just so happens that my official account is short of someone who can take good photos of cats and dogs." Zhang Zi'an kindly provided job opportunities.

"Take! It's impossible to work. It's impossible to work in this life. I want to sell photos to make money. Now I just lack a mentor. I just sent a batch of photos to the photo copyright website. I will definitely sign a contract this time!" Luo Qingyu said contemptuously.

"Then come on." Zhang Zian didn't care.

"Senior, who is this? Your acquaintance?" asked the girl in yellow dress curiously.

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

Zhang Zian suddenly remembered a question, "Wait, Luo Qingyu, didn't you become a senior last year? You should graduate now, right?"

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

At this time, another boy with a camera on his neck came over and complained: "Senior, even if you don't graduate, you should give up. I have been the president since I first entered the club. Now I am a senior, and you are still the president. Will my word "deputy" always accompany me to graduate?"

"Look at you, why are you anxious? I'm not talking to someone!" Luo Qingyu waved his hand impatiently, "Go, polish more skills, practice more mirroring, don't be lazy."

The boy walked away in disappointment.

Zhang Zi'an nodded admiringly and said, "No need to say, I understand. I wish you a senior year and a junior year."

Luo Qingyu heard the sarcasm in his words, stared at him and was losing his temper. Another junior girl next to him was calling Senior Luo, so he smiled and ran over happily, "School girl, what's wrong?"

Zhang Zi'an, Lao Cha and Fatui also came to the top of the mountain.

Several old men in white clothes and white pants arrived at the top of the mountain one step ahead of them, and played music with their own card-type speakers to dance together. They practiced every day, and their movements and costumes were uniform. In addition, the surrounding fog was filled with green pine like an umbrella, which really made them look like a fairy-like style.

Several Hanfu girls who were obviously college students were posing, and several boys from Binhai University Photography Club took photos from various angles towards them.

Zhang Zian really wants to remind these boys that photography is a road of no return, and sooner or later you, the president, will be led by you, so hurry up and get off this pirate ship.

The layout of the mountain top is slightly different from when Zhang Zi'an came last year. There is a four-corner pavilion, which may be used to shelter tourists from the rain. This change is not reflected in the dream created by Zhuang Xiaodie, which fully shows that her dream is based on his memory. There is no four-corner pavilion in his memory, nor in her dream.

Wuyin Teahouse is no different from his memory. It was just that an additional wooden sign was erected at the door. The wooden sign listed the signature teahouse refreshments and their prices in pictures and texts, so that curious tourists had a psychological expectation before entering the teahouse, and there were probably many disputes arise due to this.

Zhang Zi'an looked around the top of the mountain. There was no sign of the junior high school girl on the top of the palm. Could it be that she had entered the teahouse?

Even if the white-collar workers in this kind of teahouse have to consider their wallet before entering. The consumption of junior high school students can only be explained by the rich second generation.

Fatui was not interested in drinking tea and eating snacks, but was very interested in the old man dancing the sword. He felt that he was full of mysterious oriental aura. When he reached the top of the mountain, he stared at them intently.

Zhang Zi'an asked about his opinion and wanted to stay outside to watch the sword dance, so Zhang Zi'an tied the traction rope to the door post of the teahouse. Anyway, even if there is any accident, Fatu can easily break free of the traction rope.

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Chapter completed!