Standing in front of the mirror, Huangfuqing looked at herself quietly, even though she was wearing a bathrobe, it looked like she was not wearing any.
All parts are well developed. Although it is not as hot as those models, it is still bumpy. It is fat where it should be fat and thin where it should be thin.
Huangfuqing has enough confidence in the charm of her body.
Huangfu Qing slept deeply, and when he woke up, it was already dawn.
Bright light spilled in through the cracks in the curtains and hit Huangfu Qing's face.
Turned over suddenly.
It's daybreak.
It is no longer the familiar red of the Western Chaoyang, but a bright white.
He hurriedly found his cell phone.
At first glance, it was already past nine o'clock.
Mr. Huangfu cried without tears. He clearly set the alarm, but why didn't he hear it?
I looked at my phone and saw that the alarm didn't go off.
In a daze, Huangfu's love rang. His habit of setting an alarm clock was to cancel it every morning when it went off, and then set it again at night.
Although it is a bit troublesome, I remind myself that Luo Ruchen must pay attention to everything he does.
After leaving the room, he pushed open the door of Luo Ruchen's room.
Sure enough, the house was empty and people had already left.
Huangfuqing sighed slightly, folded last night's bathrobe and placed it on his bedside, made a simple breakfast, and went straight to the study.
There are still several magazines I read yesterday that I haven’t finished yet.
Sitting on the chair where Luo Ruchen usually works, Huangfuqing made a cup of coffee and continued to talk.
The moon rises, the sun sets, and the stars move.
Meeting something you like can always make you forget everything else.
Look carefully at that photo, it is a humanistic photo.
The photo is composed of two colors, classic black and white.
But Huangfuqing could tell that this photo had been technically processed. It was originally supposed to be in color, but was deliberately dyed into black and white, so that it looked more artistic.
There is a woman on the blackboard, holding a piece of chalk and writing on the blackboard. Neat and elegant handwriting appears on the blackboard.
The first lesson in primary school is a simple poem praising the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
As if she saw something, the woman turned around, a smile on her cheeks, and a smile on her beautiful eyes, with two shallow dimples on her cheeks.
The photo is fixed at this moment.
In the photo, you can still see the students in the front rows, their mouths slightly open, muttering something.
The angle from which this photo was taken should be opposite the teacher who is teaching and educating people.
A corner of the classroom was vaguely exposed. It was very simple and should be a classroom in a rural area.
Huangfuqing rarely takes photos that reflect humanistic culture.
It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s that I can’t capture the feeling I want to express, and I can’t grasp the angle well.
For example, if this photo was taken by myself, I would not be able to capture this feeling from the same angle.
It seems that the entire photo has been given life, and is not just a simple calligraphy and painting.
Those who can capture this feeling are undoubtedly very good at photography, and may even be better than themselves.
Observing the photo carefully, the woman's smile is gentle and has a soft beauty.
Although it is only a black and white photo, even though it is only without makeup, the elegant temperament is fully expressed.
After reading it for a long time, Huangfuqing decided to turn the page.