"Xiaoxiao, come take a picture of us."
"Okay."
"Let's change poses. Take another one."
"Okay."
"Take one from behind, too."
"Okay."
"Any other ideas?"
"Yes."
"How should we do it?"
"Hit Qingqing, and I'll take the picture." The little girl held up the phone, her expression grave. She told her brother-in-law earnestly, "It'll make a wonderful keepsake."
"Then remember to burn incense for me next year."
"Okay."
Chen Shu actually raised a fist beside Qingqing's face. Ning Qing remained expressionless, casting him a cold sidelong glance before looking toward the little girl.
"Click, click, click..."
The little girl changed angles, snapping pictures like mad.
Since he hadn't actually hit her, those photos might not work against her sister. But once they had a child, she could use the pictures to ruin her sister's image in her little nephew's eyes while he was still young and foolish.
She had it all worked out.
"Done."
"Let me see..."
Chen Shu took the phone and examined the pictures carefully.
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.
Qingqing had a cool, refined beauty, without the softness and sweetness most girls had. In that academic gown, her skin snowy white and flawless, her face bare of makeup, she somehow looked like a woman dressed as a man—beautiful and dashing at once.
"Don't you think your sister looks great in this outfit?"
"I'm wearing one next year too!"
"All right, all right..."
Chen Shu sat down on the Swing and selected photos.
Soon, he posted an update on Feixin.
A selfie in his academic gown; photos Qingqing had taken of him; a shot of the two of them on the motorcycle; a photo from the Jade-Gifting Ceremony at graduation; photos with teachers Shi Qian and Fu Jia; a group photo with his classmates; and