Pet King

The mountain road is just a few steps away. Zhang Zi'an's physical fitness is much stronger than the last time he came. At least he is not panting. He just wanted to jump up the last few steps, but he almost collided with a girl. Full of arms.

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He was on the lower part of the mountain road, and looked down at the steps to prevent stepping on. After all, the mist was very wet here on the top of the mountain, so he only saw a goose-yellow Hanfu long dress, which scared him into screaming, thinking Zhuang Xiaodie has come to reality, or is this another dream or does he always wake up in the first dream

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

It was not easy to climb the mountain in the Hanfu. He just wanted to give her a praise for her physical strength, and found that she lifted the skirt off the ground with both hands in order to avoid stepping on the skirt corner, but the pants corner of the jeans was exposed under the Hanfu skirt.

It seems that she was wearing the clothes on the mountain before changing to the hanfu.

It takes a lot of effort to do this kind of thing, it seems that the price is not high, who wears a beautiful han clothes to climb to the top of the mountain for anyone to see

At this moment, she tilted her head and yelled to the side, exclaiming, "Isn't it my turn?"

"Just wait a few seconds right away."

A tall, thin, bamboo-shaped boy ran up and down, with a huge SLR camera hanging around his neck, smiling flatly at her.

There was a middle-aged woman climbing the mountain with her child and led the child back to the mountain. Her child looked up at the bamboo-like boy and called in horror "Mom stared at me with a nostril."

Middle-aged women hurriedly pulled a hand and speeded their pace down the mountain.

Zhang Zi'an and the boy looked at each other and said "It's you"

The boy in front of it is Luo Qingyu, the president of the Binhai University Photography Agency. When he talks, he likes to tilt his head up a bit, and he is tall. It really looks like he is staring at his nostrils.

Luo Qingyu seemed to remember something, striding a step to hold Zhang Zi'an's collar, and said excitedly, "The light of **** in the forest is your ps."

"Don't get your feet up as soon as you get up." Zhang Zi Ange opened his hands. "How could it be ps, I still have a video here."

After returning to Binhai City, Zhang Zi'an sent the beautiful photos taken in the United States to the circle of friends, especially **** Light in the Redwood Forest, which won everyone's praise.

The most important thing in photography is beauty, but there are no amazing spectacles with technology. The photos can only be taken careless, just like the most important thing about girls is that they are beautiful. world.

The scenery of tourist attractions has been photographed excessively, the spectacle will only appear in inaccessible places, and Luo Qingyu, who is mingling around Binhai City, has no chance to have that level of scenery at all. There is no SLR camera, but he appeared in the right place at the right time, and a block shot was just a blockbuster.

"Abominable, I want to save money, I want to travel abroad, I want to travel around the world, and the photos I take will surely monopolize the National Geographic magazine," Luo Qingyuhuai said with grief.

"You can come to my shop to work part-time, just because my public account still lacks a person who can take good pictures for cats and dogs." Zhang Zi'an kindly offered job opportunities.

"It's impossible to work part-time. I can't 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 can definitely sign a contract this time." Luo Qingyu scorns Said quietly.

"Then you come on." Zhang Zi'an doesn't matter.

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

Luo Qingyu "Er, don't count."

Zhang Zi'an suddenly thought of a question, "Wait, Luo Qingyu, haven't you been a senior last year? Should you graduate now?"

Luo Qingyu coughed, "The quality of the new school girls is good. For these lovely school girls, I decided to read another senior year."

Then came to another boy with a camera on his neck and complained, "Senior, you should give way even if you are not graduating. I entered the company from freshman year, you are the president, now I am a senior, you are still President, my adverb will always accompany me to graduate. "

"Look at you. Why don't you see that I'm talking to someone?" Luo Qingyu waved his hand impatiently. "Go, polish your skills, practice your mirroring, don't be lazy."

The boy walked away.

Zhang Zi'an nodded admirably and said, "It goes without saying, I understand. I wish you every year a senior and have a school girl every year."

Luo Qingyu heard the irony in his words, stared at his eyes and lost his temper, and another schoolgirl was yelling at him, so she smiled and ran over, "School girl, what's wrong?"

Zhang Zi'an, Lao Cha and Fai Tui also came to the top of the mountain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Several old men in white clothes and white pants arrived at the top of the mountain one step ahead of them. They used the built-in card speakers to play the collective dance sword and they practiced every day. , Uniform movements and clothing, coupled with the surrounding mist filled with green pines like umbrellas, is really a bit of meaning.

Several Hanfu girls who are obviously college students are posing, and several boys from Binhai University Photography Agency are taking pictures of them from all angles.

Zhang Zi'an would like to remind these boys that photography is a no return. Sooner or later, your president will be distorted, so hurry off the thief boat.

The layout of the mountain top is slightly different from Zhang Zi'an when he came last year. An additional quadrangular gazebo may be used to protect tourists from the rain. Such a change was not reflected in the dream made by Zhuang Xiaodie, which fully explained her The dream was based on his memory. There was no four-corner gazebo in his memory, nor was there in her dream.

Wuyin Tea House is no different from his memory, but an additional wooden sign is placed at the door. The wooden sign lists the tea house's signature refreshments and their prices, so that curious tourists have a psychological expectation before entering the tea house, probably There are no fewer disputes.

Zhang Zi'an looked around the top of the mountain. There was no junior high school **** the top of the slap. Did she say she was in a tea house?

Even if a white-collar worker in this class of tea shop has to pay attention to his wallet before entering, junior high school students can only use the rich second generation to explain it.

Fai Tui has no interest in drinking tea and snacks, but he is very interested in the old man who dances with swords. He feels full of mysterious oriental atmosphere, and stares at them intently when he reaches the top of the mountain.

Zhang Zi'an asked for his opinion. He wanted to stay outside to watch the dance sword, so Zhang Zi'an tied the traction rope to the doorpost of the tea house. Anyway, even if there were any accidents, Fa Push could easily break away from the traction rope.

Pet King