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Song Xiaolin specifically chose a less crowded spot, and after struggling for half a day to set up, she opened the first photo and immediately felt defeated.
"Is this what you call an atmosphere?"
Ji Zheyuan took the phone and glanced at the picture. "Isn't it fine?"
"Why do you always manage to capture my most unflattering moments?" she exclaimed, pointing at the photo in anger.
Ji Zheyuan looked innocent. "You picked the outfit, right? You posed, didn't you? I'm a photographer, not a magician!"
Seeing that they were about to start arguing, Yao Nian picked up her camera and waved at Song Xiaolin. "Sister Xiaolin, let me help you take some pictures."
Ji Zheyuan seemed to see a savior in her and hurried over to help Shen Du set up the tent.
"This is terrifying," he thought, still shaken. "I’ve realized that helping women take photos is a high-risk job."
Shen Du squatted down, inserting stakes into the holes and giving them a firm tap. "You just lack patience."
Ji Zheyuan retorted angrily, "What she wants isn’t just a picture of how she looks; it’s about capturing how she imagines herself!"
Shen Du tilted his chin towards their direction.
Yao Nian was half-kneeling on the grass, leaning forward with focused eyes, her fingers deftly adjusting the focus.
Song Xiaolin changed poses several times without showing any impatience, completely unaware that her knees were getting dirty on the grass.
Yao Nian pulled up the photos she had just taken to show her, and Song Xiaolin's expression was completely different from before; she even shot Ji Zheyuan a glare in between.
Ji Zheyuan clicked his tongue. "I’ve noticed that Yao Nian is quite steady; she’s not spoiled at all."
Shen Du tightened the wind rope of the tent. "Not only is she not spoiled, but she's also easily bullied."
"Really?" Ji Zheyuan looked him over. "Why do you seem so concerned?"
Shen Du said nothing as he leaned back against a folding chair and opened a bottle of mineral water from the silver bucket by the picnic table.
"Why are you sitting down already?" Ji Zheyuan asked in surprise. "Aren't you going to help?"
"One person per task is enough."
"No way! I can't handle this!"
Under Ji Zheyuan's dramatic emphasis, Song Xiaolin was very satisfied with Yao Nian's photography skills. She held up her phone to take a few pictures against the clouds, saying she wanted to create a nine-square grid.
Yao Nian glanced at the camera's photos as she walked, her gaze casually drifting until she spotted a man lazily leaning back in his chair.
He rested his face on one hand, his long eyebrows indifferent, and his hair lightened by the sunlight. Behind him was a vast canvas of color, making him appear as if embraced by wings, creating an extremely harmonious clash of colors with the green lawn beneath him.
Yao Nian paused in her steps, instinctively raising her camera and aiming the lens at him. Just as she was about to press the shutter, Shen Du suddenly turned his head and flashed her a smile.
The moment froze.
For a brief instant, she felt a wave of distraction wash over her. The golden sunlight scattered across the lawn seemed to seep into her heart, momentarily overshadowing the surrounding beauty until all that remained in her eyes was him.
"Let me see." Shen Du capped the bottle and waved at her.
Yao Nian excitedly walked over to him, as if showcasing her achievement. "What do you think? Am I good at this?"
The play of light and composition was exceptional; Shen Du almost forgot how long it had been since he last took a photo.
Oh wait, he had taken one when the young girl graduated, but unfortunately, he hadn't seen it.
"Hey!" Ji Zheyuan's head popped out from behind the tent, "Is anyone coming over to help?"
Yao Nian set down her fruit fork, just about to go over when she felt a gentle grip on her wrist.
Shen Du paused for a second before quickly letting go.
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