Time passed quietly, and Huangfu Qing had reached a state of complete forgetfulness.
When Luo Ruchen returned to the villa, the house was quiet.
Luo Ruchen thought Huangfu Qing had gone to sleep, but when he thought about it, something was wrong, but the light was on.
Luo Ruchen went upstairs and saw a gap left by the slightly closed door of the study, with a ray of light coming out from inside.
Lowering his eyebrows, Luo Ruchen walked in quietly.
Then I saw such a quiet and peaceful scene.
Huangfu half-leaned on the bookshelf, dragging a book in his hand, looking at it carefully, leaving a peaceful face.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, trying to blink.
The atmosphere in the entire study was peaceful, with only the rustling sound of pages turning in the room.
Slowing down his steps, Luo Ruchen slowly leaned over.
By the time she stood next to Huangfu Qing, she had just finished reading an entire book.
Seemingly unaware of his arrival, Huangfu Qing held the thick book in his arms, pondered for a while, and returned the book to its original position.
When he turned around, he found Luo Ruchen standing behind him and was startled.
He patted his frightened chest and said, "How did you get behind me without me noticing?"
"Are you so fascinated by it?"
Huangfuqing smiled and said, "Yeah, it's rare to have time to look at these things. The quality of the photos is simply too good to say. I looked at them again and learned a lot from them."
Luo Ruchen knew that Huangfuqing was a rising star in the photography world, so he raised his eyebrows, "You are a famous photographer, why don't you read these magazines?"
"Please, I used to travel all over the world, so I have to have the time to read them. Besides, I also have these magazines at home. I have a thick stack of them, but it is inconvenient to carry them back and forth."
"What an incompetent photographer." Luo Ruchen teased Huangfu Qing with a slight smile.
Every photographer will look at those works that can be called classics in order to learn something from them.
Huangfu stuck out his tongue playfully, "So, I'm trying to make up for it now. It's not too late."
Luo Ruchen laughed out loud, and the sound was as clear and gentle as water, making Huangfu Qing slightly stunned.
This was the first time Huangfu Qing had seen this kind of laughter coming from the heart.
A certain string in a corner of the heart was inexplicably plucked, playing a moving piece of music.
Huangfu Qing raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Luo Ruchen who was smiling happily.
Suddenly, Huangfuqing looked a little annoyed, "Oh no, I haven't cooked yet."
Luo Ruchen stopped laughing, but the smile on his face did not diminish, "I have already eaten."
Huangfu Qing's next words made Luo Ruchen's usually gentle face turn to stone for a rare moment.
"I know you have eaten, but I haven't eaten yet." After saying this, an extremely indecent but loud sound came from someone's stomach.
After breakfast, I started to clean up, but I was so busy that I forgot the time.
Huangfu Qing was a little embarrassed and turned around, "I'm going down to cook."
Tuliu, in the study, Luo Ruchen, with a pensive look on his face, stared at the thick row of photography magazines that Huangfu Qing had just read.
Suddenly he pulled out a book.
Turn to a certain page accurately.
The pages of the book bear the marks of frequent reading, and it has obviously been read many times.
Luo Ruchen stared at that page for a long time, his eyes focused and his expression slightly soft, as if he was missing something.
Luo Ruchen didn't come back to his senses until he heard Huangfu Qing's voice.
Carefully put the magazine away and put it back where it belongs.
Luo Ruchen accidentally glanced at the beautifully packaged box placed above the bookshelf. Luo Ruchen lowered his eyes slightly, with an inexplicable look flashing in his eyes.