Qiu Yingying is reborn and bound to a learning system.

A gust of wind blew up the mountaintop, and Qiu Yingying suddenly perked up, pulling him towards the edge of the viewing platform: "Let's shout! Let's see who can shout the farthest!"

Before he could respond, she opened her mouth and shouted down the mountain, "Ah—!" Her clear voice bounced back against the mountain wall, echoing. She shouted more and more enthusiastically, several times in a row, her face flushed red, but her eyes crinkled with laughter: "That was so cool! You should try it too!"

Inspired by her, Meng Yanchen took a deep breath and let out a deep shout, heavier than hers, that echoed through the valley before dissipating. Qiu Yingying clapped her hands and laughed, "Again! Again!" She shouted, "I want to be free of worries every day!" Meng Yanchen echoed, "May everything go smoothly!" She turned to look at him.

He paused for a moment, then smiled and shouted clearly into the distance, "I've always liked Qiu Yingying!" Qiu Yingying's face flushed red, and she rushed over to punch him, but he grabbed her hand in the process.

Looking into the light in her eyes, Meng Yanchen stroked the top of her head with his fingertips, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable initiative: "Let me take your picture. I promise you and the scenery will both look great."

Before Qiu Yingying could respond, he had already taken the camera from her hand and led her to the best spot on the viewing platform. "Stand here, the wind is just right, and the background can frame both Erhai Lake and Cangshan Mountain."

Qiu Yingying was led away by him, feeling sweet inside. She obediently stood by the railing, and just as she was about to pose, Meng Yanchen adjusted the angle: "Open your arms to the wind, smile, be natural." His gaze fell on the lens, and his fingertips lightly pressed the shutter, capturing her hair flying in the wind. After taking two photos, he beckoned her over: "Take a look, do you like them? If not, we'll take more." Qiu Yingying leaned closer, looking at herself smiling in the photos, nodding and praising: "Beautiful, much better than the ones I took myself."

"That's right," he said, having specifically studied for it. He curled his lips into a slight smile, then pulled her to a different spot. "Here, the light is softer, it'll definitely look better for silhouette photos."

He asked Qiu Yingying to stand sideways with her back to the setting sun, while he adjusted his angle, "tilt your head slightly and rest your hands naturally on the railing." Qiu Yingying obediently did as he was told, and he took several photos in a row. Then he suddenly said, "Come here and take a photo with me."

Before she could react, Meng Yanchen had already put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him, and held his phone up to them. Qiu Yingying's cheeks flushed, and she instinctively leaned into his arms. He glanced down at her, a smile in his eyes, and pressed the shutter. "Take a few more pictures, change the pose." He took her hand, making her stand in front of him, gently wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, his chin resting on the top of her head. "Look at the camera, smile."

Qiu Yingying smiled happily and sweetly at the camera. After taking enough photos, Meng Yanchen suggested, "There's a crooked tree over there, let's take pictures there, it'll turn out great." He pulled her along quickly, tidied her wind-blown hair, and adjusted her clothes: "Squat down under the tree, lean against the trunk with one hand, and look up at the camera."

He squatted down to find the right angle, his earnest expression warming Qiu Yingying's heart. Occasionally, tourists would pass by, laughing and teasing the couple about their affection. Meng Yanchen didn't shy away from it; instead, he would take her hand tighter, look up at the tourists, and smile, saying, "Thank you." Qiu Yingying's face flushed even more, but he held her hand even tighter, filling her with a sense of security.

After taking some solo photos, Qiu Yingying asked Meng Yanchen to stand by the tree so she could take pictures of him. He put one hand in his pocket and rested the other casually on the tree trunk, giving the camera a slight smile. He no longer seemed as reserved as usual, but rather more relaxed. Qiu Yingying quickly pressed the shutter, took a few pictures, and ran to his side to show them to him: "Beautiful! Meng Yanchen, you look so handsome when you smile. Smile more often."

After taking a few pictures of wildflowers, Meng Yanchen suddenly bent down, picked a small wildflower, and tucked it behind Qiu Yingying's ear, his fingertips gently brushing against her earlobe. "You look prettier this way." Qiu Yingying's cheeks flushed, and she looked up at him, meeting his tender gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. He seized the opportunity to press the shutter, capturing this sweet moment.

After taking enough photos, the two started walking down the mountain. Meng Yanchen held her hand the whole time, walking slowly to match her pace. When they reached the halfway point, Qiu Yingying was a little tired, so he squatted down and said, "Get on, I'll carry you." Qiu Yingying was taken aback and waved her hand shyly, "No need, no need, I can walk by myself." But he pulled her onto his back without further ado and stood up steadily.

Qiu Yingying lay on his back, her arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek pressed against his back, and she could clearly feel his steady heartbeat.

His back was broad and strong, which made her feel especially at ease. As they walked downhill, Meng Yanchen would occasionally talk to her, asking which of the photos she had just taken she liked, and whether she wanted to post them on her WeChat Moments. His gentle voice dispelled the fatigue of the mountain road.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Meng Yanchen put her down and, without waiting for her to speak, pulled her towards the charcoal stall: "Can you smell the aroma? I'll go buy some; you wait here." He bought two of the sweetest roasted corns from the stall owner, scalding them with heat in his hands and blowing on them to cool them down before handing them to her: "Be careful, they're hot; eat slowly."

The two sat on a stone bench by the roadside. Qiu Yingying took a bite of corn; it was sweet, sticky, and juicy, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes. Meng Yanchen ate slowly, noticing the corn silk stuck to the corner of her mouth, and reached out to pluck it off for her. His fingertips brushed against her lips, leaving a warm touch. "Try mine," he said, offering her his corn. "This one's stickier." Qiu Yingying leaned in, took a bite, and nodded: "Delicious!"

He looked at her with her cheeks puffed out, his eyes full of laughter: "Eat more if you like, and we'll buy more if you're not full." People came and went on the roadside. Qiu Yingying ate corn and turned her head to look at him. Suddenly, she felt that Meng Yanchen had noticed her gaze. He reached out and ruffled her hair, and said softly: "I'll go with you wherever you want to go and whatever photos you want to take in the future."

"There seems to be a folk-custom street down the mountain. I caught a glimpse of it when we came up." Meng Yanchen suggested, his gaze falling on her bright eyes with a questioning look, as he led her towards the street. "It'll be good for digestion, and we can see if there are any little trinkets you like."

The folk street wasn't long, but it was lined with stalls selling tie-dyed fabrics, handmade silver jewelry, wooden carvings, and all sorts of Yunnan specialty snacks. The aromas and vendors' shouts mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere. Qiu Yingying was drawn to a stall filled with colorful rope knots. She stopped, picked up a pendant woven with a small butterfly, and her eyes lit up: "This is so cute!"

Meng Yanchen leaned closer, glanced at the pendant in her hand, then scanned the other styles on the stall, and asked the stall owner directly, "Do you have any more of this butterfly one? I'd like two." The stall owner smiled and agreed, handing over two identical ones. Qiu Yingying was taken aback: "You wear this too?"

"A couple's set," he said, taking the pendant and gently tying one to her wrist, his fingertips lightly touching her cool skin. "Wear it for fun, and it'll be a keepsake." He then tied the other pendant to his own wrist, raising his hand to touch hers. "They match well."

Qiu Yingying looked down at the butterfly knot on her wrist, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart, and continued walking with him. Passing by a Polaroid camera stall, Meng Yanchen suddenly stopped: "Let's take some physical photos and stick them in our phone cases; they're more practical than digital ones." Before she could agree, he had already pulled her down to sit and told the stall owner that he wanted to take three photos: one of her alone and two group photos.

He first had Qiu Yingying take solo photos while he stood by and watched, reminding her, "Smile naturally, don't look stiff." Qiu Yingying smiled at the camera, the Polaroid camera clicked, and the photo was quickly printed. When it was time for a group photo, Meng Yanchen put his arm around her shoulder, letting her lean against him, and made a simple peace sign with his other hand. He whispered in her ear, "Look at the camera, smile."

Two photos were taken together; one showed the two smiling at each other, and the other showed him looking down at her, his eyes full of doting affection. After the photos dried, Meng Yanchen took them and carefully put them in his pocket: "I'll give you one when we get back, and I'll keep one for myself."

As they strolled to the end of the street, Qiu Yingying was drawn to a bowl of ice jelly. Meng Yanchen immediately bought two bowls and handed one to her, saying, "Try it and see if it suits your taste." The ice jelly was refreshingly sweet, sprinkled with crushed peanuts and raisins, which perfectly balanced the sweetness of the corn they had just eaten. The two sat on a small stool by the roadside, slowly eating their ice jelly, chatting occasionally, and watching the passersby, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"It's almost time to go back. I'll take you to eat mushroom hot pot tonight." Meng Yanchen glanced at his phone, took the initiative to speak, picked up the bag she had placed next to him, and casually slung it over his shoulder. "I heard this restaurant has very authentic flavors, so I made a reservation in advance."

Qiu Yingying nodded and followed him towards the street corner, the butterfly knot on her wrist swaying gently with each step. At the intersection, Meng Yanchen hailed a cab, letting her get in first before getting in himself, making sure to fasten her seatbelt, his fingertips brushing against the back of her hand.

In the car, Qiu Yingying leaned against the window, watching the scenery flash by, a smile always on her lips. Meng Yanchen turned to look at her, reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly, "Did you have fun today?"

"I'm so happy," she turned to look at him, her eyes full of laughter, "It's much more fun than I imagined, and..." She paused, her cheeks slightly flushed, "...it's even more fun with you."

Meng Yanchen smiled, reached out and took her hand, his fingertips tracing the knot on her wrist: "For the rest of our lives, we'll go to more places, take more photos, and eat more delicious food." His voice was gentle, yet carried an undeniable seriousness, "As long as you want to go, I'll go with you."