Tsinghua University

"I can't climb anymore, so I won't go up." Jiang Huaiyang took off the painting bag, loosened his shoulders, stretched his pony and sat on it, and unscrewed the mineral water, "You can put things here and go up to shoot Photos, I'll wait for you."

"Okay," Shen Tinglan took out the sunshade that was squeezed into the painting bag and folded. He hadn't the nerve to open it before, and now he can hand it over to Jiang Huaiyang.

Jiang Huaiyang was not idle either. He took an umbrella to rest for a while, picked a good angle, opened the painting bag, put away the easel and drawing board, and sat down to start drafting.

"Let's go," Jiang Fusheng unloaded the heavy painting bag, squeezed his shoulders, and greeted Shen Tinglan softly, "The old men are in a hurry."

"Okay." Shen Tinglan nodded and said goodbye to Jiang Huaiyang.They continued to climb the mountain with the photography group, walking one after the other.Seeing that the mountain was getting steeper, Jiang Fusheng asked softly, "Shen Tinglan, are you holding my hand?"

"What's the matter?" Shen Tinglan turned to look at him and smiled, "Are you scared?"

"That's not enough." Jiang Fusheng said, "I just think it's more romantic to walk hand in hand with you through the cliff."

"When are you still flirting?" Shen Tinglan said with disgust, and raised his arm to grab Jiang Susheng's wrist.

Jiang Fusheng chuckled: "You said that these old men are really good in physical fitness. I hope that when I get old, I will also have such a good spirit."

"What? Do you still go to the trampoline when you are seventy or eighty?"

"If I'm healthy enough, I'll go to the trampoline." Jiang Fusheng added, "You don't want to go."

"Why don't you let me go?" Shen Tinglan asked, "Are you worried that I will take away your reputation as the 70-year-old trampoline god?"

"That's not true." Jiang Fusheng said, "If we both go to the trampoline, no one will push the wheelchair."

"Oh, you, after talking about it, you still want me to serve you."

"The other way around, you jump on the trampoline, and I'll push your wheelchair."

Shen Tinglan realized that something was wrong: "Why do we have to go to the trampoline?"

"Didn't you say it first?" Jiang Fusheng saw a small grass blooming beside the mountain road. The flowers were yellow, and a few small flowers were crowded together, without fragrance.He didn't know its name, but he thought it was cute, so he bent down and picked one of them, and quickly put it away from Shen Tinglan's left ear.

"What?" Shen Tinglan molded his ear and touched a soft flower.He couldn't help laughing, "Jiang Fusheng, what are you doing?"

"You said 'why', it smells like Binhai." Jiang Fusheng also laughed, "I don't do anything, this flower is cute, I just want to give it to you."

Shen Tinglan slowed down, trying to put the little yellow flower away carefully.But I didn't know where to hide it, so I had to put it in my trouser pocket first.His actions caught Jiang Fusheng's eyes, and Jiang Fusheng had an idea: "You hide the flowers in your pocket, and I will hide you in my heart."

Jiang Fusheng's voice was very soft, and it floated into Shen Tinglan's ears along with the wind in the sun.Shen Tinglan's face was a little hot, and he muttered: "How can you say something if you hide it in your heart?"

Jiang Fusheng raised his eyebrows, and said in a smug tone, "If I don't say it, how do you know?"

"Hey." Shen Tinglan found that there was also a small yellow flower in front of him. He reached out to pick one off and held it back in front of Jiang Fusheng, "You hide the flower too, and I hide you in the heart."

"Okay, hide it." Jiang Fusheng's eyes sparkled, "I won't tell anyone except you."

They climbed several rocks one after another, and there was mud in the gaps between their fingernails.The sun above his head was not as poisonous as it was at two o'clock. Shen Tinglan wiped the sweat off his face with his clean arms, and suddenly heard a shout from ahead: "Turn another turn, and we'll be there!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a sense of anticipation in their hearts.Shen Tinglan and Jiang Susheng were no exception. They were really curious, what kind of scenery would they see after climbing the mountain for nearly two hours?

With this expectation, they quickened their pace and caught up with the old men in front of them.About 10 minutes later, the group came to a naturally formed platform near the top of the mountain.Not far away, Bat Mountain becomes a huge background, and a concrete viaduct covered with railroad tracks can be seen, winding through an unknown hill.It is like a gray-white umbilical cord, connecting the mountain with the vast world.

Several old people found a good location and adjusted the camera to the best.Shen Tinglan and Jiang Fusheng noticed the serious expressions of the old people waiting with bated breath, and guessed that the train was coming.They don't have a camera, so they take out their mobile phones and let the scenery thousands of kilometers away shrink into the palm-sized mobile phone screen.

When the train is approaching, the surrounding birds are the first to spot it.Shen Tinglan and the others were far away, so they couldn't hear the rumble of the train very clearly. On the contrary, the small animals living nearby were particularly sensitive to this sound.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Several old people stood guard in front of the camera, afraid of missing it.In fact, the speed of the train was not too fast, but Shen Tinglan was also very nervous by the "Sunset Red Elderly Photography Group".He stared at the screen on his phone, waiting for the moment when the train reached the tunnel.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and the long train entered the dark tunnel among the mountains, and came out towards the photographer.Light-colored clouds, blue mountains, gray-white viaducts, and old-fashioned freight trains, the natural world and modern machinery are skillfully integrated at this moment.

Shen Tinglan hurriedly pressed the shooting button, freezing the scene on the small electronic screen.

Several old people waited for the train to go away before talking to each other. They prepared to climb the mountain for more than two hours for several days, just to record the footage of less than 4 minutes.

Shen Tinglan took a series of photos, and selected the best one as a drawing material.He heard the old people say:

"Only when the front of the car is facing us can we capture its aura of climbing mountains and ridges."

"Didn't we also come over the mountains? Make me tired."

"Then come again next time?"

"Come on, think of it as exercise."

Jiang Fusheng patted Shen Tinglan's left shoulder from behind, and while he was looking back, he dodged to the right again and said, "Look at this picture I took, it must look good when drawn. Oh, this mountain! This cloud ! This train! When Van Gogh saw it, he called him an expert."

"It's amazing." Shen Tinglan turned his head and knocked Jiang Fusheng on the head, looking at his photo.The angles they were at just now were not much different, and the pictures they took were only slightly different.Shen Tinglan showed Jiang Fusheng the photos she took, "Look at me."

"Hey, this mountain! This cloud! This train! When Picasso saw it, he called him an expert!" Jiang Xu exaggerated, "As expected of you, my good brother."

"Good brother." Shen Tinglan put his arm on Jiang Fusheng's shoulder, and set his mobile phone camera as the front camera, and their figures were intimately framed together.Shen Tinglan couldn't help laughing, showing a pair of canine teeth, "Brother, I haven't taken a photo with you for a long time."

This sentence reminded Jiang Fusheng of his "Truth or Dare" full of loopholes, which was classified as "black history" in his subconscious, and he wished that he could be bolder at that time.

Shen Tinglan noticed Jiang Fusheng's embarrassment, and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"Me, I thought I shouldn't have played truth or dare with you back then." Jiang Fu muttered, "I should have been bolder and confessed to you directly. Now when I think of my operations, taking photos, writing love letters, Group hair... like a pervert."

"There's nothing embarrassing about it. It's not that I don't like you. You are from Wuling, and I will bite you voluntarily. In the future, we can also take group photos, write love letters to each other, and send group..." Shen Tinglan " Puchi" laughed out loud, "Hurry up, my hands are sore from raising my phone."

These few words of Shen Tinglan seemed to be soaked in honey, so sweet that Jiang Fusheng couldn't find the south, east, north, and south.Shen Tinglan urged again, and the joy from the heart showed on his face.

"3..2...1...."

Shen Tinglan counted down to three digits and pressed the camera button.

In this photo, there are smiles of the two of them, as well as green hills and pines and cypresses.

The group rested for a while and returned along the same road.

Jiang Huaiyang has finished painting a piece of gouache. He can't see the railway and train here, only dense bushes and mountains in the distance.He doesn't pursue beautiful scenery, he paints whatever is in front of him, and he feels comfortable with the brush.

He packed up his painting tools and saw how a few people were going down the mountain. He stood up and waved to them: "Is the trip over?"

An old man responded loudly: "Yes, every journey has its end, and it's time for us to go home!"