Su Qiao's days in the hills behind the sanatorium were fulfilling and happy.
After being busy for more than a month, it is already June and the weather is a little hot. Fortunately, it is still cool in the mountains.
After making all preparations, Su Qiao started shooting his first short video.
"Is it okay for me to do this?"
Su Qiao gently waved her wide sleeves and turned around again. Her flowing skirt drew a graceful arc in the air and her headdress swayed as she turned.
Because he had prepared quite a few styles of Hanfu and the surrounding scenery was just right for the scene, Su Qiao chose the flowing and fairy-like Hanfu for his first video.
"Yes, the clothes, jewelry, and hairstyle all suit you very well. If I wasn't sober now, I would have thought I had traveled through time."
Qi Muhan really wanted to say, it’s very beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful, but he felt a little embarrassed.
"You also know how to travel through time."
Su Qiao shook her skirt and sat down on the small round sofa in the pavilion.
Qi Muhan curled his lips, with a teasing smile in his eyes: "If it wasn't for a little girl who kept whispering in my ear while making clothes every day, I wouldn't know."
Su Qiao was tuning her guzheng. When she heard this, she looked up and glared at him: "You're making fun of me. I won't play for you later."
"No, you've been talking about it for two days, and I'm still waiting to listen!" Qi Muhan put down the tripod in his hand, walked over, squatted aside, picked up the camera, and took a close-up of her.
"Brother Qi, it seems a bit unfair to let you be a photographer. Your hands are used to holding a scalpel."
In fact, Su Qiao planned to set up a tripod and take the photos himself.
Qi Muhan glanced at his hands and didn't think there was anything special.
Of course, it doesn’t matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it looks good in her eyes.
He raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "No matter how beautiful it is, it is just a pair of hands. If it can't even hold a camera properly, then it is useless."
"Besides, don't you know that I, Brother Qi, am a photography enthusiast? My only hobby after work is to go around and take pictures of the scenery of nature?"
"If you didn't tell me, I really wouldn't know." Su Qiao really didn't know that his only hobby was this.
I guess no one knows about this except the people from the Qi family!
After all, he is very aloof in his daily life. He hardly communicates with others unless it is necessary and he has no friends. He looks like a robot who only knows how to work.
"No wonder you took out a whole set of high-end photography equipment when I said I wanted to shoot a video. I thought you prepared it specially for me and I was touched."
A faint light flashed in Qi Muhan's eyes.
It's been more than a month, it should be about time.
"My camera is in my apartment abroad. After I knew you were going to reshoot the video, I asked my mom to buy me a whole new set of camera equipment."
Su Qiao was startled: "Did you ask your mother to buy it?"
"You didn't tell her about me, did you?"
Qi Muhan covered his lips and coughed twice: "Ahem, I did mention it a few times."
"In fact, my mom and the others have always known about your existence. They knew about it when I chose to stay in the country after the car accident."
From then on, they began to encourage him to steal her girl.
"Because of me, you gave up your job abroad..." Isn't this sacrifice too big
Qi Muhan said indifferently: "It's just work, it's the same wherever you go, don't feel any psychological burden."