If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Little Fatty couldn't help but smile as he looked at the photo of himself and Tianyi on his phone.

The two people standing in front of the relief looked as reserved as a wedding photo from the 1950s or 60s, maintaining a safe distance and with shy and awkward smiles.

But when they got to the fountain, the way Little Fatty looked so happy hugging Tianyi's arm, and the way he looked so cute with his legs crossed and his head resting on Tianyi's shoulder, who would dare say that this wasn't a couple's photo?

These two sets of photos were taken by two passersby that Xiaopang asked to help, which shows how important a good photographer is.

Little Fatty really racked his brains trying to figure out who to take his picture with, killing countless brain cells in the process.

If you randomly pick a tourist like Accountant Zhang, that tourist might just give him a cold look and not even bother to stop; but if you pick a poet like Jiang Ziyi who is full of emotion, she'll probably ask Xiao Pang and Tianyi to pose for a photo for artistic effect.

So the first people Xiaopang carefully selected were two young ladies who looked very sentimental.

Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon two infatuated girls. The two girls couldn't take their eyes off Qiao Tianyi. The first girl took Xiao Pang's phone and filmed Qiao Tianyi the whole time, making Xiao Pang look like a lackey, as if she wanted to put him out of the frame.

In addition, Little Fatty also saw Fangirl #2 secretly taking pictures of Tianyi with her phone.

Little Fatty secretly sighed, thinking that Tianyi really had a face that attracted all sorts of attention. Luckily, he was a bookworm; if he were even slightly more lively, he wouldn't have a chance.

Next attraction: the musical fountain.

The fountain was indeed beautiful; the water flowed and danced with the music, the mist and lights intertwined, creating a dreamlike scene. But Xiao Pang didn't pay much attention; he was focused on finding a reliable photographer. With such a beautiful backdrop, he definitely needed a romantic photographer.

Finally, perseverance pays off, and Xiao Pang met an exceptional photographer, a lean old man in his sixties or seventies with a very professional camera. The old man was very refined and took the scenery very seriously, constantly adjusting the lens and changing angles.

A photographer like that must have very high standards for poses in group photos.

The gaunt old man, perhaps having taken a satisfactory photo, began chatting and laughing with the old lady next to him.

Little Fatty ran over at just the right moment and interrupted: "Grandpa, Grandpa, could you please help me..."

Taking advantage of the fact that Qiao Tianyi couldn't hear him, he shamelessly asked, "...Want to take a picture with my boyfriend?"

"Oh? Hehe, what an adorable little girl," the old man said with a kind smile, his naturally charming baby voice enhanced. "Alright!"

"Thank you, Grandpa," the chubby boy bowed and handed his phone to the old man: "Grandpa, do you know how to take pictures with your phone?"

"Haha, I know how to do that," the old man laughed.

"Thank you, Grandpa." It's never wrong to be polite, so Little Fatty bowed again and ran to Qiao Tianyi's side, striking a pose like a wedding photo from the 1960s.

The old man's eyes lit up. What an outstanding pair of models, the man was handsome and the woman was beautiful: "Girl, young man, come closer."

Thank God, I met the right person. Little Fatty was overjoyed and got a little closer to Qiao Tianyi.

"Get closer, girl, hold onto your boyfriend's arm," the old man instructed enthusiastically, just as the little fat boy wished.

Little Fatty glanced shyly at Tianyi, then awkwardly clung to Qiao Tianyi's arm. He paused for a moment, but didn't resist, still looking at the camera with a normal expression.

"Okay, look at me, smile," click, one photo.

"Hey, not bad, young man, you're a bit nervous. Let's take another one. Girl, try a different pose," the old man chuckled.

"Ah..." Little Fatty blinked his big eyes: "What position?"

"Haha," the old lady said, seeing the two children's innocent faces as if she were seeing herself back then, and exclaimed, "Hold onto his arm and rest your head on his shoulder!"

The old lady even gave them a demonstration, naturally taking the old man's arm and leaning in: "Did you learn it?"

"Hey, hey, good, girl, not bad. Young man, your head is tilted to the left, close to the girl's head. The young man is not as generous as the young girl. Good, good, pretty." Click, another picture.

"Oh dear, no good, the phone's resolution is too low." What does it mean to be excited at the sight of something beautiful? Such beautiful scenery, such beautiful, lovely and innocent young people, are also a rare opportunity for an elderly person who loves photography: "Come on, young man, young lady, let me take some pictures of you with my camera."

(Have you ever seen an old man who loves photography? My elders are in their seventies or eighties, and they're having a blast after retiring. They travel all over the place taking photos, spending tens of thousands on a single lens, and even hiring models to accompany them to different locations for their shots.)