The gun-carrying V8 is so embarrassed that he just wants to stay away from this very individual photographer. It can't bear it. How dare to stay with her!
When the car drove for about three kilometers, it turned into a sheltered spot, and the sandstorm swept across from the sky is close to our eyes, and the windshield of the car has a layer of yellow dust.
"Get off, get off!"
Xia Jinyuan, the vehicle in front, jumped down first, and then the door opened, eight comrades got out of the car quickly, all the other vehicles stopped, and all got off the car at the first time.
When the sandstorm arrived, the sky was full of yellow sand, and V8 said to Qin Ying solemnly: "The sandstorm will arrive soon, you go up soon!"
Qin Ying glanced at the young officer with hard and cold eyebrows under the helmet, pointed to the team member holding the camouflage cloth in desert camouflage, with the same eyebrows as before, and said indifferently: "I know, go quickly."
Being able to carry such heavy equipment alone to take pictures in the deserted Gobi, V8 glanced at her and didn't say much, and immediately took up his rifle and took care of his own affairs.
In order to prevent the vehicles from being covered by sand and dust, five vehicles had to be covered.
Qin Ying did not go up alone. She stood in the yellow sand with a visible distance of less than one meter. When the young officers threw the desert camouflage over, she joined in and tightened the camouflage cloth that was blown by the wind and the sand to the vehicle. Strictly cover it up.
V8 tied the tether to the wheel, and was about to tie the second wheel, when she found a woman kneeling on her knees, tightening the lace tightly, digging under the wheel and pushing the lace out of the gap between the rims, and buckled. To the other end.
The whole process is done independently without help.
After finishing, he didn't say much, and ran to the sheltered spot with one hand and covering his eyes.
V8 frowned, took off the helmet and quickly caught up with him, and said "I'm sorry", put the helmet on Qin Ying's head, and then crossed the back of her neck with one hand, squeezing her shoulders to protect her from the wind and dash all the way.
The yellow sand "Woo" went wild, and there were many gravel gravels in it. It hit the helmet "bang" straight. The forehead of the V8 without a steel helmet was hit by the sharp gravel. The blood squirted out and was hit on the face again. The yellow sand was stuck, and it had a hemostatic effect.
There was no squeak when she hit the bleeding V8. Qin Ying was hit by the stone twice and knew in her heart that the young officer who was flying with her arms around her, and she had been looking for five years, must have been hit and even injured.
Five years, five years... How many days and nights, that photo she captured needs to be developed several times a year, and the edges of the first one will eventually be worn out by her fingers until the color fades. Now she has a photo album in her backpack. He is the only photo of a person, and as many photos as they have been developed in five years, there are as many photos as there are in the album.
Even if it is worn out, she will not discard it.
She didn’t find him for a long time, and didn’t meet him again. She was late as if there was no such person in the world. She thought she really had to wait another ten years when she was late...
I never thought that Liu Anhua would brighten another village. I was forced to marry by the "mother" of my family and fled to the Gobi to relax. I took a few sets of photos for living expenses. Who knows... Who knows that I accidentally ran into it again!
She looked everywhere for someone she couldn't find, but she ran into it again inadvertently!
Can you not get excited? Excited enough to ignore the woman's reservedness, she hugged him and gave him a hard kiss. Originally, she wanted to kiss, but she braked and kissed him in the face.
She was so excited that she was drunk, really drunk, so drunk that she couldn’t believe that she really met him, drunk all the way to haunt him, secretly twisting her thighs to confirm whether she was there. dream.
Not dreaming, not dreaming, as evidenced by the pinched thigh, she really didn't dream!