The Wind is Gentle

Dali's warm sun was gentle, and the breeze was cool. Looking down, there were the waters of Erhai Lake; looking up, the snow of Azure Mountain. Eagles soared amid the blue sky and white clouds. Little yellow dogs panted with their tiny tongues out as they stumbled along the ridges between fields. Energetic children ran about in groups of twos and threes, chasing and roughhousing. Elderly people deftly worked with their hands while chatting about everyday matters. Cat King lay lazily atop a shaded wall, squinting as if it looked down on people. Heh, noisy humans...

A drone flew over Yunmiao Village, sometimes hovering, sometimes swooping past, recording scene after scene of this beautiful paradise-like landscape.

Xu Hongdou held a little wooden stick she had picked up somewhere, absentmindedly poking the ground with it over and over. Her big eyes flickered as she watched Wang Yan, who stood not far away holding the controller and concentrating on the footage.

They said serious men were the most handsome. When Wang got serious, he was naturally handsome as hell. In the nearly half month they had known each other, Xu Hongdou had never seen Wang Yan looking so serious. Even when he had taken pictures for her before, he had always done it with effortless nonchalance.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Is filming this difficult?"

Wang Yan kept his eyes on the screen and shook his head with a smile. "Not difficult. It just takes some focus. After all, shooting video isn't the same as taking pictures. It's continuous, so you need to have the finished footage in your head. You have to pay more attention. Are you bored?"

Xie Zhiyao and the others had prepared very thoroughly. They had people involved in art, photography, and design, too—or rather, since the