"Hello, sir, can you take a photo of me and my family here?" Zhao Xia asked the strange man. The man was tall and thin, wearing a black shirt and trousers, a black mask and hat, and a camera hanging around his neck. Zhao Xia thought that this man should have good photography skills, and hoped that he could take better pictures of her and her sister.
When we met again, Zhao Xia stood on the edge of the corridor of Leifeng Pagoda, feeling dizzy for a while, as if she had just discovered that she was afraid of heights. Suddenly, a familiar voice came to her ears, "Hello, miss, can you give me a moment?" Zhao Xia looked back, and it seemed a little familiar.
"Zhao Xia, the last time we met, you were still eighteen, and now you are twenty-one."
"Zhao Xia, I still miss you often these past three years."
"Shen Zhi, you are so annoying. Don't you know that girls are always eighteen?"
"Wow, Shen Zhi, you are so clingy. Well, actually I miss you sometimes. Well, don't look at me like a heartless person."
Purpose: Love makes people grow