In Hokkaido in May, cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Before Pei Zhi came out, she helped Jiang Ruizhi take a special cherry blossom viewing program. With her South African columns that she has been living in Zambia for two years, her passionate African style has won a loyal fan.

This time, the photographer's name was posted. Before the new period column was launched, loyal readers called the dreamer to ask when the new column would be launched.

Jiang Ruizhi was also anxious and forced her to coax her boyfriend to become a half-working and half-casual state.

Just after the Golden Week, there are not many tourists coming out of this season. Tourists pass by in groups and look back from time to time.

Not far from the roadside, a woman with outstanding temperament tilted her head and was photographing a cherry blossom at the camera's view frame. Her long hair was tied behind her neck and was arched into an arc.

The wind blew over the fallen cherry blossoms, falling into her hair.

The man next to him with a camera bag on one shoulder stood with his hands hanging down, putting his pockets in one hand, and his posture was idle and free. Suddenly, he took out his cell phone and took a photo behind her, then raised his hand and landed it between his hair, twisted the petals and turned it aside, and raised his lips in a beautiful curve.

Seeing his thin lips open and close, he seemed to be saying something. Although he couldn't hear clearly, it did not prevent him from smiling deeper. He lowered his head and put his hair into the wind to tie up his hair that was blown by the wind.

The pair of beautiful and smooth dishes are as beautiful as a painting under the tree.

Perhaps because of the frequent stare at people, the people in the painting finally became conscious.

Another group of young girls passed by, even with rustling words, they could not stop the starry eyes when they saw them.

Xie Xing half-hung his head, seeing her still squatting and patting the petal fragments that were withering on the sidewalk, and bent over with his knees: "Sister, lend me the rope."

Pei Zhi focused on the focus, tapped the shutter lightly, then stretched out her arm and handed it to him, "Here."

The loose cuffs with excellent fall feel fell down to the elbow as the movements were moved, revealing a piece of white wrist. The simple black headband was wrapped around the wrist.

She shook her hand again: "Take it yourself."

Xie Xing didn't take the opportunity to play with couples - interesting tricks, such as asking you to take it for me, and he refused to let go if he held his hand.

He quickly took off the headband from her hand and pinched it in his hand to find that the other side of the black headband was decorated with a small pearl, which belonged to the woman's low-key and delicate little.

As if he was even more satisfied, Xie Xing naturally stroked the broken hair on his forehead twice, and then tied himself up crookedly, deliberately turning the pearl to the most conspicuous position.

I looked up again to see the girls who were still looking back, but my eyes still had a cold expression, but there was a different emotion - if I had a master, I would look at the charges again.

Pei Zhi got up after taking the photo, and her eyes fell on the small group between her hair. Although she didn't see the series of small movements just now, she could guess it.

The boy's straightforward and cuteness often pokes the softest part in her heart.

His eyes bent and smiled at him: "It looks much better than me."

"It doesn't matter who's boyfriend it is."

He was not humble at all. He said that, taking out his cell phone and clicking into the album to show her the photos he just took, "Is it good to take?"

It was taken secretly when the cherry blossoms fell on the hair just now.

The angle is beautiful and has one-third of its own level.

Pei Zhi praised him stingyly, and then he heard him say, "Then will I post it on WeChat Moments?"

"You want to post a circle?" She hesitated for a few seconds and reminded: "Remember to block Lao Pei."

"OK."

He seemed to be very keen on this kind of dog abuse activity. After posting it on WeChat Moments, he waited for a few minutes. When he saw people clicking in and commenting, he felt like he was on the rocket.

It was not enough to watch alone, so I insisted on pulling Pei Zhi with me.

He pointed at a comment and explained to her: "This is my elementary school classmate. He wishes us a happy marriage and a good son soon."

The stress is all about having a noble son early.

The fingertips moved down to the back: "This is Song Mao, the club manager. He said... the boss's back looks familiar."

It seemed that this sentence suddenly inspired some kind of strange thoughts, and he turned his face and looked at her thoughtfully: "When should I accompany me to the club?"

Pei Zhi blinked and was puzzled: "What am I going to do?"

"It's nothing, I think there are still people who don't know that my sister is my girlfriend, so it's not very good."

If you really go to the club with him...

That would probably scare a group of staff members to death. When I took the cover photo of him, the two of them were still in a tense atmosphere. To be precise, she was unilaterally strong and did not give any face.

He transformed himself into Mr. Xie's girlfriend. He was very mysterious in the eyes of others who didn't know the past.

Pei Zhi wanted to laugh, so she raised her lower lip and hit him: "Why don't you use a loudspeaker to go to the news broadcast?"

"May I?"

He thought to himself: "I'll go to Teacher Pei to walk around the back door and go to our Lingcheng TV station to report first?"

"Okay, if you have the ability, go."

Xie Xing smiled and kept silent. His calm appearance seemed to take what she said seriously.

Pei Zhi poked his waist and interrupted his divine life: "Hurry up, go there. After taking pictures of the scene, put down your hair, how many pictures will I take for you?"

"Photo shoot me?"

"Yes, keep it for yourself."

It’s not that she doesn’t take photos, but there are so many photos of him in the album. Even if she breaks up, she never thought about deleting it.

Now we are together again, and we record every bit of each other again. When we think about it, we take it out and flip it. Seeing the willful young man fade away, his eyebrows and eyes calm and his eyes were also quite charming.

Xie Xing obediently pulled down his head rope, rubbed his hair while walking, stood under the cherry blossom tree by the river, and asked her from a distance with a smile: "Do you want me to compare with me?"

Pei Zhi raised her hand and looked at him from the view frame. She put away everything around her, as if there was only a big tree full of cherry blossoms left in the whole world, and the boy standing under the tree.

She seemed to be stunned, and after a while she realized: "Take two steps and I'll take a look."

"How to go? Go left? Go right?"

Xie Xing asked, and had already spoken around the place, suddenly stopped, raised his hand to frame the shape of a heart with his fingers, and asked, "Or walk into my girlfriend's heart?"

With a click, the shutter sounded.

It just so happened to frame his heart.

She was both angry and funny: "Where did you learn the earthy love words? It's so earthy!"

The boy raised his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, as if he felt that the sentence just now was indeed quite rustic, and he said a little embarrassedly: "I was influenced by Tang Jianian."

Tang Jianian, who was far away in China, sneezes unknowingly.

Jian Yize looked over and said, "I sneeze for no reason. In nineteen-thousands of my brother slander me. He always keeps like this."

“…”

"Hey, I just said, he just posted a message on Moments. Now he will definitely scold me for not watching the message. Come on, good brothers will play with each other."

Tang Jianian said as he handed his phone to Jian Yizhao. The two of them clicked on the photo to enjoy it. Tang Jianian replied:

[That year, the apricot blossoms drizzled. You said you would protect me for the rest of your life, but in the end I still gave up my hair to wear flowers for others [Crying]]

Maybe he was abroad and couldn't beat him up for a while. Tang Jianian was particularly brave and even encouraged Jian Yi to write the same format.

Of course, Jian Yizhe had no reason to play with the fool, so he just called a like.

After returning to the hotel in the evening, Pei Zhi was waiting for the photo to guide her and flipped through her circle of friends and saw the one posted by Xie Xing in the afternoon.

There are not many friends between them, especially Tang Jianian's long section of the eye-catching ones. Pei Zhi was happy at first sight and signaled to her boyfriend who was leaning on the sofa to remove the camera for her: "Tang Jianian will show you love from a distance, have you seen it?"

He raised his eyelids and said slowly: "There is no way, I can only let you down."

"Sweetheart is so pitiful."

She commented in a cheerful tone.

After a glance at the Yu Guang, he saw a familiar name from the like list, and couldn't help asking him: "When did you add Qi Ji's friend?"

“That time in the bookstore.”

He answered openly. After removing the camera, he got up, took out clean clothes from the suitcase and walked towards her, "My circle is boring, let me introduce you to my sister a beautiful and interesting place, do you want it?"

The three words "will be" almost fall on her head.

He was bent over now, his eyes flashing with broken light as he spoke, and he was very close to her.

Pei Zhi leaned back slightly and raised her eyebrows: "You talk first."

He supported his knees with one hand and pressed them down a little, his eyelids slightly closed, and his movements stopped at this moment. As if he was thinking, after a moment of pause, he suddenly reached out to hold her wrist and smiled: "Forget it, just go and see it."

He held her hand all the way toward the door, and suddenly turned toward the bathroom.

The wooden sliding door was pulled up behind him, and he opened his arms to make a welcome gesture towards her.

"Look at me."

Pei Zhi pursed her lower lip and guessed what he was going to do.

The next second, the slender and clean hands were crossed on the hem of the top, and the fingers were slightly hooked inside, looking like they could not take off, which was the most conspiracy.

He raised his jaw slightly, and smiled with his mouth: "Or."

As the guess came true, the throbbing in my heart was tangled into a thread, and the heartbeat became more and more rapid and louder.

Pei Zhi looked at him without saying anything, watched him press closer, watched him raise his hand, and watched him press his palm against his heart
To be continued...