"What did you say?" "Get married." He said it again, his tone as calm as if he was saying "What will we eat tomorrow?" "Let's travel and get married. No wedding, no banquet, just the two of us, carrying the camera and going where we want to go." Wen Nuan wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth. The cold juice was sticky on my fingers. "Are you serious?" "When have I not been serious?" "Last month you said you were going to have hot pot after editing that batch of pictures, but it took two weeks." "That was an accident." He touched his nose, "But getting married is not an accident." Nuan Nuan put the watermelon bowl on the coffee table. The bottom of the bowl hit the glass surface with a crisp ding. "Lin Rufeng, we've only been together for a year and a half." "I know. I've been thinking about it for a year." "A year?" "I've been thinking about it since the day you agreed to be together." He turned to face her, his knees touching her knees, separated by two layers of thin cotton pajamas. "Warm, I have thought of everything. Dali took pictures of the Erhai Lake, Lijiang took pictures of the ancient city, Sailimu Lake took pictures of the starry sky. You wore a white skirt, I wore a white shirt, no makeup or posing, just like we usually go out. Then we will keep those photos to show to our children and grandchildren in the future."
