People around them soon started asking for photos too, so Wang Yi simply divided the nearly hundred people into four groups of more than twenty. He took a photo with each group in turn.
After they had finished taking photos and were about to leave, a boy of around ten came over wearing a Wang Yi jersey.
His mother said to Wang Yi, "Brother Yi, my son really, really likes you. He even had to wear your jersey on our trip to XZ. Could I trouble you to take a photo with him by himself?"
Wang Yi nodded, ruffled the boy's hair, and said, "Of course."
He crouched beside the boy and took a photo with him, then asked the boy's mother, "Do you have a pen?"
The boy was delighted when he heard that Wang Yi was going to sign something for him.
But she hadn't brought one. She shook her head. "I was in such a hurry to get up the mountain that I left my pen in the car below."
Wang Yi thought for a moment and glanced at the bag slung over the boy's mother's shoulder. "You've probably got lipstick, right?"
The woman remembered that she did and nodded. She immediately opened her bag and took out a tube of lipstick.
Wang Yi told the boy to turn around, then wrote his name on the boy's back.
The boy's mother was thrilled, while the boy was so excited that he looked close to tears.
Someone nearby said enviously, "Just that one signature from Wang Yi must be worth a fortune."
But the boy's mother shook her head. "No. This is a memory my son will treasure for the rest of his life. We would never sell it."
After signing for the boy, Wang Yi shook his