After being reborn repeatedly, he was entangled by a green tea repeater

Although the rain lightened up, it continued intermittently and did not stop completely until Saturday afternoon.

On Sunday, Ruan Xiulian did not go to the market, but took Chen Yuzao to go shopping to buy clothes.

It would be the end of August in a week or two. The weather was obviously going to get colder, and Chen Yuzao was about to start school. So she clamored and asked Ruan Xiulian to take her to buy some new clothes.

When they came back, mother and daughter carried several bags, most of which were bought for Chen Yuzao. However, Ruan Xiulian did not forget her son. She also bought two casual tops and a pair of sports pants from a small domestic brand for Chen Jiayu.

Although she didn't buy much, Chen Jiayu wore school uniforms 80% of the time, which was enough.

"I asked you to go with me, but you refused. I don't know if you like it or if it fits you." Ruan Xiulian pushed those clothes to Chen Jiayu and said, "Go to the room and try it on, hang the tag."

Don't tear it off, if you don't like it, I'll take it back tomorrow and return it."

Chen Jiayu went back to the room, tried it on, and took out the clothes again.

"The pants seem a little short."

Ruan Xiulian took out a soft ruler from her pocket and said doubtfully: "Is it short? I bought it with a ruler. I measured the length and it should be wearable."

"Maybe I've grown taller again."

Chen Jiayu said.

He is not yet 18 years old, so as long as his epiphysis has not closed, it is normal for him to grow taller.

"I'm only fifteen years old, and I haven't grown a centimeter in half a year. Chen Jiayu, you're still growing taller when you're eighteen. It's really unfair."

Chen Yuzao was unhappy.

Before Chen Jiayu could say anything, Ruan Xiulian responded with a look of disgust: "That's right, if I had known I wouldn't have bought you any new clothes. The ones I bought last year can still be worn!"

Chen Yuzao was even more unhappy: "...last year's clothes are all old! Besides, autumn is coming soon, and even dogs have to shed their fur during the change of seasons. Why can't I buy a few new clothes?!

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"You still want to compete with a dog." Ruan Xiulian sneered: "A dog can look after the home and care for the home and wag its tail. What else can you do besides being lazy when eating?"

Chen Yuzao: "..."

Is this my mother?

Is she really my mother?

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Monday noon.

The cicadas on the tall sycamore trees beside the playground were clinging to the last moments of their lives, screaming heartily.

Shen Nianchu was holding a SLR camera and walking around casually on the playground.

In the past few years, among several provincial key high schools in this city, the enrollment results of experimental high schools have been mediocre. Not long ago, a new principal was transferred, and the new official took office three times. The new principal immediately summoned the school leaders to open a meeting

During a meeting, I listed n items that need to be improved, such as 1, 2, 3, and 4. One of them is that the official website of Experimental High School was designed more than ten years ago. Its aesthetics lags far behind the times and requires a new design that keeps pace with the times.

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Therefore, the school asked the head teachers of each class to mobilize students to take some photos that reflect the campus scenery and student style of the Experimental High School, and upload them to the school's internal mailbox before the deadline. The school will then select the best photos from them and wait for the new ones.

After the official website is online, it will be posted on it as a publicity.

The head teacher Li Yue knew that Shen Nianchu knew photography and had a SLR camera at home, so he gave her this glorious task.

After lunch, Shen Nianchu took his camera and walked around the campus, taking photos at the same time.

Because the aftermath of the heavy rain that lasted until Saturday was still there, the temperature was much more pleasant than when the make-up class started, and there was also a bit of a cool breeze, so even though it was noon, the temperature was generally quite cool.

Today, Shen Nianchu did not wear her usual low ponytail, but a hairstyle called a princess hair style. The hair on her temples was braided into two thin braids, and then bent to the back of her head, using light blue flower hairpins. After fixing it, the remaining long hair was draped smoothly over her shoulders. Under the sun, her skin was dazzlingly white, and her black hair was reflected like shiny black satin. The contrast was extremely sharp.

The afternoon breeze blew by, her hair flew gently, and the hem of her school uniform also fluttered.

It's almost like the princess herself in a fairy tale.

Other students passing by couldn't help but cast glances at her.

Shen Nianchu herself ignored these glances and just carefully selected suitable materials. She first took a few pictures of the teaching building, and then walked slowly around the playground.

After walking for a while, she suddenly found a small daisy in the corner of the playground, its pale yellow petals swaying gently in the wind.

She stopped, put it into the lens, chose the angle, and pressed the shutter lightly.

After a while, she walked to the school library and planned to take some pictures there.

As a result, as soon as I stepped onto the third floor, I saw Chen Jiayu.

He was sitting by the window and reading a book.

Shen Nianchu was startled, and for some reason, his heart beat a beat faster.

Chen Jiayu must have had a haircut over the weekend, because she noticed that Chen Jiayu's hair was shorter than on Friday, and his whole person looked brighter and brighter.

The sun shone diagonally from behind, bathing most of the young man's body in light. His side face and the strong lines of his arms under his short sleeves all presented a delicate and powerful beauty like a Western classical sculpture.

An idea suddenly came to Shen Nianchu's mind.

Why hadn't she noticed before that Chen Jiayu was so handsome...

After standing there and watching for a long time, Shen Nianchu suddenly realized that there was no one there at this time.

So, she picked up the camera by mistake, placed Chen Jiayu's half body in the viewfinder, then gently twisted the lens, increased the aperture and focal length to parameters suitable for portrait shooting, and set the color temperature to a warm color , and then quietly pressed the shutter.

After a slight click, the picture was frozen in the memory card.

Shen Nianchu lowered his head, pressed a few buttons on the camera in his hand, and called up the photo he had just taken.

In the photo, Chen Jiayu is in the center.

And because the color temperature has been changed, the original bright sunshine in the afternoon has turned into the orange-yellow afterglow of the sunset, which shines on the young man by the window, warming the entire picture and his handsome features, which matches the full bookshelf behind. , making him feel as if he were in a dreamy palace of books.

Looking at the photo, Shen Nianchu's heart beat a little faster.

"Are you filming me?"

Suddenly, Chen Jiayu's voice sounded in my ears.

Shen Nianchu was startled, and reflexively hid the camera behind her. When she looked up, Chen Jiayu had already approached her.

Chen Jiayu looked at her with a half-smile, and asked again: "Were you filming me just now?"

Shen Nianchu bit his lips lightly, feeling as guilty and panicked as a child who was caught red-handed doing something bad for the first time, so that he lost his usual calmness and calmness and just subconsciously denied it.

"No."