lonely three people

Cheng Yang didn't have to go to school on weekends, and I happened to be resting too, so I borrowed a camera from the monkey and planned to take Cheng Yang out to play.

In early spring, everything is revived. Come out of the room for a grounded spring outing, take a look at the scenery and breathe in the fresh air, which can be regarded as sweeping away the haze that has been suppressing in your heart.

There is a very beautiful garden on the outskirts of City H, and you can leave as you please, but the road conditions are average, the minibus is a bit bumpy, Cheng Yang's arm holding me is still dangling, the two of us have no seats.

I can hold the armrest with one hand and play with my phone with the other hand and stand still, but Cheng Yang can't, every time the car bumps, he staggers, dangling like a tumbler with no roots under his feet , being pulled by him, I was almost thrown up by him. Is there really someone with such poor balance ability?

There are several small stalls at the entrance of the park. Cheng Yang must have a cotton candy. I leaned against a willow tree at the entrance of the park and waited. Looking at Cheng Yang, he was squatting in front of the old cotton candy machine and waiting. Are you hungry?

There are small stalls in the park, and he dragged me over again.

He asked me, "Which one looks better, the bear balloon or the shark balloon?"

"Two men walking, holding a balloon in their hands and flying above their heads, okay!" I am a person who wants to save face, I admit it.

"Can I take it, buy one" is the same old way, pretending to be pitiful!Cheng Yang pouted his lips and pouted.

The right hand is holding a head-sized cotton candy, and the left hand is pulling the balloon string. Today is a bit of a breeze, and the balloon will always fly around Cheng Yang's face. After hesitating in front of the trash can for five seconds, Cheng Yang throws the cotton candy away. Concentrate on pulling up the balloon, and all this was recorded by my camera "click, click" as I watched the fun.

Pressing the shutter of the camera, it was a side shot of Cheng Yang, with a shark balloon flying above his head, with a green balloon string wrapped around his elbow, and he was stuffing a cotton candy into the trash can.

"If you don't want sugar?"

"Well, does it look good or not?" Cheng Yang said so, but he hesitated when he clearly threw it away.

The first spring to bloom in the north must be the winter jasmine, pieces of small yellow ones, you can smell it carefully to have a faint fragrance. It feels like a perfume, although the taste is different, the slight sweetness is not ostentatious It’s not pretentious, it makes people like it from the bottom of the heart, but good flowers don’t bloom often, it only has the most beautiful spring to accompany people, but it’s not around in the coldest winter, just like some people...

On a particularly strange boulder, characters were messily written all over with various pens. They were all words like Zhang Sanai and Li Si, or tacky stick figures. Cheng Yang always had pens with him. He also wanted to mention a few words.

"This kind of thing can only be done by unqualified tourists." I reminded him, sometimes I think Cheng Yang is just a big boy who needs to be taught.

"Anyway, so much has been written, write our name, write Zou Chengyang's love for Chen Xiangfang, we will come back five years later to see if the words are still there."

"Five years, if you can come again, just look at this big rock"

"That's right, just see if the stone is still there, and see if the words on it are still there. The key is not what to look at, but whether we will come to see it in the future, right? Why didn't I think of it?" Cheng Yang tapped big Stone.

I suddenly remembered a sentence (see which one lasts longer between us and the tortoise...) The poor little tortoise died a while ago because of my carelessness.

"Stand here and don't move, I'll take a picture for you." Holding the camera, he stepped back and pointed the camera at Cheng Yang.

"I'm standing here (Zhang Ze loves Sun Qian), and I will stand here to take pictures five years later." Cheng Yang pointed to the characters on the stone. The camera screen was too small for me to see what he was pointing at.

Pressing the shutter button, it was a picture of Cheng Yang's back. He was lying on the stone, pointing at the stone with his arms raised.

Under a huge black dragon sculpture, I asked an aunt who was sitting and resting to take a photo with Cheng Yang, but when I looked back at the photo, I found that Cheng Yang had his eyes closed. After waiting for a while, I caught a passer-by Only then did the girl successfully leave our group photo again.

The sound of the shutter being pressed, the picture freezes here, a soaring black dragon baring its teeth and claws, Cheng Yang standing next to me with his arms around my neck, resting his head on mine, Cheng Yang in the picture is smiling brightly, but I am I look impatient, but in fact, I look like this because a beam of light shines on my face through the branches.

Sitting on a green park chair, Cheng Yang gnawed on an apple, and a little squirrel ran over one meter in front of Cheng Yang.

"What should we do?" Cheng Yang said.

"What should I do?" I turned my head to look at Cheng Yang, who remained motionless in the posture of delivering an apple to his mouth.

"Don't move, it's time to scare it away, it... it's looking at me."

Sure enough, the little squirrel and Cheng Yang were looking at each other. The squirrel raised its paw and sat on the ground, staring at Cheng Yang with its small round eyes. I wanted to take a picture but I was afraid to scare it away as Cheng Yang said.

"It's looking at your apple" slowly raised the camera, but I wasn't aiming at the squirrel.

"Do squirrels eat apples?" Cheng Yang asked me, slowly put down his hand, and carefully threw half of the apple out.

The little squirrel jumped away in fright, but immediately ran back to hold the apple and ran away.

"Yeah, it's really..."

"Click" the shutter locks on Cheng Yang's face that just turned around, a face that fills the entire frame, and all of Cheng Yang's surprises and excitements are vividly displayed at that moment.

Around a promenade, there is a landscape pavilion. Behind the pavilion is a lake. There are no plants growing in the lake. It may be a lotus lake in summer, or it may be a reed marsh full of reeds.

The breeze blew, and the blue shark balloon that Cheng Yang was holding flew straight towards my face. If he was in a hurry to do something, he heard a "pop", and the balloon exploded in front of me. I was taken aback.

"Ah, pay me, pay me... pay, my balloon." Cheng Yang quit.

"Don't make noise, scare me, where did my smoke go?"

"Fall to the floor"

……

The sound of "jingling" iron locks is a dilapidated suspension bridge connected by iron locks, more than [-] meters long and one meter wide, with a wooden bridge deck leading to the lake. Several young people are laughing on the bridge.

"I'll pass first, and I'll take a picture of you in front." I walked in front, and the young people on the top had already walked away. Walking up, the bridge was really shaking, but it was very interesting.

"Is it reliable?" Cheng Yang waited at the bridgehead.

"Didn't a few people run over just now, safe?"

Squatting at the other end holding the camera and waiting for Cheng Yang, Cheng Yang, who was originally out of balance, walked very slowly, taking a long time to move one step, with both hands still tightly holding the iron locks on both sides.

I went to help him, but as soon as I walked up the bridge, he was afraid and yelled not to let me move.

"Wow!" The iron chain shook vigorously, and Cheng Yang knelt on the bridge with one knee, "Oh,...what a broken bridge...a liar!"

Walk over quickly, don't care if the suspension bridge shakes, maybe the plank is broken, don't drop Cheng Yang into the lake.

"Come here, I'm about to fall, don't shake..."

"It's just that the foot stepped on the seam of the plank and got stuck," he said.

"is it?"

"Look down by yourself and yell at the sky, can the sky save you! Take it out yourself."

I pinched Cheng Yang's calf and helped him pull it out. In fact, it was mainly because he could pull out the stuck shoe by himself, but he couldn't use his strength when he was afraid. I hugged his leg just to comfort him. Tell him I'm helping him, I'm with him.

When going back, Cheng Yang said nothing but the suspension bridge, and would rather go around half of the lake to go back.

When going out, Cheng Yang looked at the balloon seller eagerly.

"Want another one?"

"No, I'm afraid that if I buy another one, it will be worse than Xiaosha's death!"

"You name the balloon!"

"It's a pity that it was scalded to death just after it had a name."

"Xiao Mian's death couldn't be worse, being thrown into the trash can by you..."

During this spring outing, I took more than [-] photos, including Cheng Yang's [-] photos, and my photos are just "yu" out of the [-] or so photos.

While waiting for the return bus, Cheng Yang's shoelaces were untied, he said don't worry about it, anyway, he will get on the bus immediately, and then tie it after getting on the bus, but I had no choice but to squat down and help him tie his shoelaces.

"This is the first time I feel that you love me." I tightened the other shoelace for him, and I heard him tightening the shoelace with my head down. Indeed, so far, I have given Cheng Yang too little up.

"If you think it's troublesome, don't buy shoes with laces in the future, buy shoes with zippers." People with big stomachs understand, tie shoelaces... Alas!It's also the first time I've helped others do this, so it should be.

"Duplicity! Tch, I will buy it in the future, so you will tie it for me."