Yan looked at her smiling face when she came back. Her eyes were light and heavy. She pressed down the strange trace in her heart and walked over. "No, the scenery here is very beautiful. It's better to stay a little longer."

Wen Xing put down his heart, bent over a colorful butterfly, carefully adjusted the angle.

Ka -

she put the scene into the camera, and then looked at the photos, but she was not very satisfied.

When Yan returned, she suddenly asked, "do you like photography?"

Wen Xing nodded, "when I first learned, I was just interested in it. Now I really like it. It's a pity I don't seem to have any photographic talent

What she may not get is the most precious. She has been unable to grasp the photography skills, so she sticks to it with a conquering attitude. As time goes by, she seems to be able to experience the fun of photography more and more.

Yan back to her words noncommittal, lingering around the air-conditioning I do not know when to disperse a few minutes.

"Lend me your camera."

Wen Xing looked at him in surprise and handed the SLR, "here you are."

He took it and poked it twice. His light eyes swept around, as if in composition. Then he aimed at the adjustment and pressed the shutter.

When he took photos, his movements were very good-looking and somewhat casual.

"You see."

Wen Xing turned over the picture he had just taken, and his eyes were slightly wide open.

"How did you do it?"

Mingming takes the same scenery, but the photos he takes obviously have a more indescribable charm. The contrast between the two is like a mountain spring and a waterfall.

It's quiet, it's moving.

One is dead and the other is full of life.

He replied professionally and honestly, "you pay too much attention to skills."

Wen Xing is a smart person who knows everything at once. She pondered for a moment and then came to realize it.

Her online master once said that the things she photographed had no aura like puppets.

They have also discussed this issue, but usually they communicate by typing, so it is inevitable that communication will not be smooth.

She sincerely asked, "how can I correct this?"

When Yan returned, she said slowly, "do as you please."

"What else?"

"No, I've never studied photography, so I'm sorry, too professional to help you."

Wen Xing

Better than yourself if you've never learned?

She was hurt by ten thousand points, but soon she perked up and said thoughtfully, "I'll try."

Learning the way Yan Huishi did, she aimed at a wonderful angle she felt. Then she took a few photos and deliberately selected the perspective. After shooting, she was pleasantly surprised, so she asked him to come and see.

When Yan returns, she looks down at the finished products she has taken. For the first time, she says, "progress."

Smell star puff Chi a smile, joyful say, "I also think so!"

His eyes moved and slowly fell on her side face.

She was absorbed in enjoying the photos, with a few invisible radians on her lips, which was even more fascinating than the spring light at this time. It was like a wisp of golden sunlight shining into his heart, and the unknown warmth flowed gently in his heart.

Smell star shot some selfless, forget the time, and so back to God, the sky is dark.

When she looked at Yan Hui with embarrassment, "sorry, I didn't pay attention to the time."

"Nothing."

Wen Xing feels that he has a good temper today. He lacks a sense of distance from the top, and the unfamiliar part that is hard to approach seems to be quietly opening up a little bit.

Although he still looks cold, he is better than before.

"Let's go back then."

"Smell the stars." He stopped her suddenly.