亚洲自偷自拍另类小说

She didn’t want stars in the sky, or the moon in the water, all she desired to see were the mountains covered in flowers.

Wen Yanqing didn’t care how much money or manpower it cost, as long as she had fun, without any regrets.

Lin Gantang couldn’t help but step forward to admire the sea of flowers.

And Wen Yanqing was watching her.

Amidst the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers, she wore a simple wedding gown, looking like a fairy that had descended to earth.

The wedding photo shoot went very smoothly.

The photographer thought this gig was too easy, as every angle in this picturesque scene was foolproof. Not to mention the striking couple in front of the camera, exchanging tender gazes that revealed all their affection, every shot captured was sweet.

He had taken many wedding photos for the affluent elite due to his solid professional skills and had seen too many couples without real feelings—those shoots were exhausting. The affection was forced, sweetness artificial, just like saccharin.

But look at the couple before him now—this was what true love looked like!

“Come closer, yes, a bit closer. Bride, don’t be shy, go in for a kiss,” the photographer said.

With all the staff around them watching, Lin Gantang felt a bit uneasy and brushed her lips against Wen Yanqing’s.

Yet Wen Yanqing, with a smile in his eyes, said, “You kissed too quickly, the photographer couldn’t catch it. Kiss again, a deep one.”

Lin Gantang knew he was doing it on purpose and pinched his waist fiercely.

Wen Yanqing caught her hand, letting her play up, with the laughter deep in his eyes.

After the wedding photos in the flowers were taken, the two returned to Stone Slab Alley.

Lin Gantang changed into a cheongsam and put up her hair.

Against the background of black-tiled snowy walls and small windows adorned with red blossoms and green strips, the bluish stone slabs exhibited the unique style of the small town. Fused with a strong sense of mood and atmosphere, it was elegant yet natural.

Lin Gantang watched as Wen Yanqing came outside the door. His retro white shirt and vest, set against this backdrop, made it seem as if he had stepped out of an old photograph.

The photographer, carrying a camera, felt a burst of inspiration: “Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen’s wedding photos will definitely be filled with depth.”

“Is this the shooting concept you prepared in advance? Good eye,” Lin Gantang said.

To her surprise, the photographer shook his head: “It was Mr. Wen’s suggestion.”

Lin Gantang knew that this place held memories for Wen Yanqing, of an irreplaceable significance to him.

He had grown up here, and Lin Gantang guessed that perhaps he also wanted to capture his happiness here.

During the shoot, Grandpa Wang came out and sat on the low stone wall outside the frame, watching them kindly.

Everyone got busy, and after the shoot, Wen Yanqing received a phone call. He stepped aside to a quiet spot to answer, and seeing Grandpa Wang sitting alone, Lin Gantang went over and called out to him.

Grandpa Wang’s weathered face bloomed into a smile: “The young lady and Ah Qing are really suited for each other. I’ve been observing for a long time and noticed Ah Qing’s gaze hasn’t left you for a moment.”

After saying this, he sighed, “If Ah Qing’s mother were still here, seeing you both, imagine how happy she would be.”

Lin Gantang looked towards the old house, a treasure trove of bygone times and memories.

“As a child, Ah Qing was the smartest and most sensible kid here, mature beyond his years, sympathetic towards his mother—doing laundry, cooking, he could do it all. Everyone in town liked him,” Grandpa Wang reminisced about the past.

“His mother was poor, working several jobs a day. The two of them led a humble life, but Ah Qing, like his mother, was resilient and tender, never complaining about hardship,” Grandpa Wang spoke with emotion, “We all thought Ah Qing’s father must have been blind to abandon them—a child so good, which family wouldn’t treasure him?”