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Chapter 63: 063 Special Magic Power

As she was adjusting the angle of her cara, she curiously asked, “Nan Qing, how did you find this place? It’s absolutely perfect for an autumn outing.”

Nan Qing, who was setting up a painting easel, answered without looking up, “I didn’t find it. It was Brother Qinghe who brought us here. He said it was a great place, and that you… we would definitely like it.”

“I see.”

Fu Han glanced toward the foot of the nearby mountain, where Su Cheng was helping Luo Qinghe. In the blink of an eye, the tent fras were already set up. Their efficiency was truly impressive.

Just as she was about to turn away, she caught sight of Luo Qinghe wiping sweat with his sleeve. A thought crossed her mind, and she quickly pressed the shutter release. Upon playback, she was very satisfied with the candid shot.

Fu Han had said she was out for an autumn trip, but in fact, she hadn’t prepared anything at all, not even a bottle of mineral water.

So when she saw that Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe had not only set up two tents but also a barbecue grill, she was surprised, and also very curious as to whether the two of them had brought a lot of stuff?

On second thought, Luo Qinghe’s rcedes-Benz Unimog had a large capacity and could hold a lot of things. She chided herself for her “narrow experience and ignorance.”

Nan Qing hadn’t even started painting, and she imdiately threw aside her brush to join in the barbecuing, bringing a lively atmosphere to the area around the grill.

Fu Han was chasing after a dead leaf butterfly, still unable to capture the photo she desired. Hearing the others calling her to eat, she responded with “Go ahead without , don’t wait.”

The dead leaf butterfly finally settled on a yellow wild chrysanthemum. The dark brown butterfly on the yellow flower, complented by the light yellow dead grass, made for a composition that was unforced, and because it was unforced, it caught the eye.

Just as she was about to press the shutter, the cara was snatched out of her hands.

“What are you doing?” Fu Han asked indignantly, looking up to see Luo Qinghe in an awkward position on the ground, holding her cara in one hand.

Then there was the sound of a click.

Luo Qinghe glanced at the photo and stood up, returning the cara to Fu Han: “Sotis there’s too much in the fra, it can distract people and make it unclear what you’re trying to express.”

Her photography teacher had ntioned this point when Fu Han was learning photography, and she believed she had a good grasp of it, so she was not very receptive to Luo Qinghe’s lesson.

Luo Qinghe pointed to the dead leaf butterfly that remained on the chrysanthemum: “The dead leaf butterfly is dark brown, the chrysanthemum is yellow, and the dead grass is light yellow. Do you really think these three colors together look good?”

Following his gaze, Fu Han wanted to argue that the combination he pointed out was indeed what she had intended, but after hearing Luo Qinghe’s words, she also started to feel that putting the three colors together seed superfluous.

Even though she was a bit stubborn, she wasn’t overly proud, so she humbly nodded, accepting the cara back: “Thank you for the advice, senior.”

Luo Qinghe stroked the stubble around his chin: “Am I that old? I should only be a few years older than you, right?”

“Do n also mind when others say they’re getting old?” Fu Han asked with widened eyes, curious as if she had discovered a new world. It was the first ti she’d seen Luo Qinghe looking so helpless.

Luo Qinghe suddenly laughed and without any politeness, flicked Fu Han’s forehead: “What, do you think n don’t care about being told they’re old?”

“That really hurts,” Fu Han cried out, touching her forehead. What she really wanted to say was, given the nature of her relationship with Luo Qinghe, they shouldn’t have been close enough for such intimate gestures.

“That’s what you get for talking nonsense,” Luo Qinghe said with a fierce expression: “Now hurry up and eat, or it’ll all get cold.”

Fu Han wasn’t sure how to feel, looking at the photos on her cara again. Much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had to acknowledge that the picture of the dead leaf butterfly taken by Luo Qinghe was indeed more appealing than the ones she had taken earlier.

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Nan Qing and Su Cheng were enthusiastically barbecuing, and she inadvertently noticed Su Cheng’s gaze fixed on Fu Han and Luo Qinghe not far away.

She smiled and nudged Su Cheng with her elbow: “If you want to know what they are saying, just go over and listen.”

“Who… who wants to know,” Su Cheng denied with a blush, turning the at on the grill as he said, “I… I just didn’t expect Brother Qinghe and Fu Han to be so close.”

Nan Qing nodded in agreent: “Fu Han has a kind of magnetism that makes everyone who sees her want to get closer.”

Su Cheng’s blush deepened, avoiding Nan Qing’s bright eyes while admitting, “Yeah, she possesses sothing we don’t, a sort of resilience as if nothing that happens could ever knock her down.”

Nan Qing had only ant to tease Su Cheng, but she found herself agreeing: “Right, Fu Han is like the grass by the wall you think will die in the storm, but after the storm, she grows even stronger.”

Just then, Fu Han ca over, grabbing a skewer of beef: “What are you two talking about?”

Embarrassed, Su Cheng didn’t know what to say, as it’s never good to speak about soone behind their back.

Nan Qing boldly took over the conversation: “We were discussing how you and Qinghe know each other, and how you got so close.”

As she spoke, she leaned in close to Fu Han’s ear with an insinuating smile, “By the way, Su Cheng is jealous, maybe you should comfort him.”

Fu Han’s face turned beet red, and she helplessly slapped Nan Qing’s hand away: “You should have been a lawyer with that mouth of yours. You could argue black into white.”

She was so embarrassed she could crawl into a hole, but Su Cheng was still dwelling on the earlier peaceful scene between Luo Qinghe and Fu Han. He muttered, “I really am jealous.”

Luo Qinghe, who was decanting wine, burst out laughing upon hearing this: “Su Cheng, you’re really too cute, just like when you were little, you still have to say everything that’s on your mind.”

Su Cheng’s face turned even redder, too mortified to utter a single word.

Which, in turn, also made Fu Han blush, forcing her to hide behind the action of eating barbecue.

Luo Qinghe and Nan Qing, on the other hand, took great pleasure in the situation, basking in the joyous atmosphere and laughing unrestrainedly.

Four young people, a barbecue grill, two tents, smoke rising in the distance, the scent of red wine close by.

After the al, Fu Han had intended to explore more, but having not slept well the previous night and feeling a bit tipsy from the al, she didn’t want to move and simply slept in the tent instead.

In a daze, she felt her phone vibrating. Thinking it was one of the other three calling, she answered the phone groggily.

“Send

your location, I’m coming to find you.” He Xing’s cold voice ca through, dispelling Fu Han’s drowsiness completely.