When there was no wind, it felt as though the whole world had fallen still. In the sunlight, everything seemed just as it should be.
When the wind blew, the leaves rustled, and now and then a wave splashed against the shore, like a lullaby.
Tang Zhi Chu glanced to the side.
Jiang Lan had probably fallen asleep. Her fair, delicate face was peaceful, her eyes long since closed.
Tang Zhi Chu stretched and relaxed, too.
If dates were like this, then Tang Zhi Chu figured he could handle a few more.
Not far away, the cameraman following them was baffled.
He asked the director beside him, "What are they doing?"
"Fishing, aren't they?"
"This is fishing?"
"Who cares? I think it's lovely. If someone weren't in front of the person they liked, with cameras rolling, could they relax like this?"
The cameraman glanced at his footage again. Was that really it? Why did it feel like the two of them were just slacking off?
The director smiled. "You're still too young. Is that why you can only lug a camera around? Add a little guidance and some effects to this footage, and it'll be so cozy. So romantic."
The cameraman was almost convinced, but what exactly was he supposed to film?
Then he saw one of the cameramen across from them plop down on the ground, and it clicked.
Holy crap, that works!
So the other cameramen following them sat down too. Those with tripods simply set up their cameras.
Slacking off? They'd be delighted to!
Tang Zhi Chu had no idea how long he'd slept.
It couldn't have been just a few minutes; the parasol's shadow had shifted quite a bit.
Tang Zhi Chu sat up, rubbed his arm, then gently draped the blanket over Jiang Lan.
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