Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

"Just like you, Auntie, she also feels guilty."

Qu Zhen seemed to be escaping, turning her gaze back to the distance.

"You and your dad... are really worlds apart."

"What do you mean?"

"You're better at sweet-talking than your dad, and you're also more...heartless than your dad."

Ding Heng coughed lightly, offering no rebuttal.

Qu Zhen withdrew her gaze, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"Let's go back to Xingcheng with Baima as soon as possible. This isn't a good place. We've been here for a few days, so that's enough."

"it is good!"

Below the hillside, Pema was squatting at the edge of the tent area, holding her mobile phone, surrounded by a group of children chattering away.

Ding Heng walked over and took a look; Bai Ma's phone screen displayed the interface for PUBG.

"Left, left, left! Someone's there!"

"Ahhh, I'm falling over, I'm falling over, I'm falling over!"

"Climb quickly! I'll pull you up!"

Bai Ma's fingers flew across the screen as she gave commands.

The children next to her were even more excited, clenching their fists as if they wanted to rush into the screen and kill for Baima.

"Sister, how could you be dead!"

"High-altitude signal card, it's not that I'm bad at fighting, it's just that there's really no way to deal with it, you know that!"

Baima shifted the blame without changing her expression, then started a new game and handed the phone to the child next to her.

The crowd immediately surged over and stopped surrounding Baima.

However, some children who didn't like games still gathered around to listen to Baima brag about skyscrapers, subways, and amusement parks.

"Sister, what is a subway?"

"It's like an underground train. It's incredibly fast; it zooms to the next station in no time."

"Can it seat a lot of people?"

"Yes! One carriage can hold several hundred people."

"Wow... I want to take the subway every day from now on."

The children exclaimed in amazement, their eyes sparkling.

Pema then talked about her school.

"Sister, is your university big?"

"It's huge! It's really huge! It takes half an hour to walk from the east gate to the west gate."

"Then I'll go to your university in the future?"

No, no, no, please don't!

"why?"

"I……"

Baima was speechless, and for the first time, she suddenly regretted not getting into a good university.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, twilight creeps in from the foot of the distant snow-capped mountains.

A campfire has been lit in the open space in the center of the tent area.

The firelight flickered in the twilight, casting intermittent light and shadow on the faces of those around them.

Several elderly herders sat around the campfire, holding prayer wheels and chanting prayers.

Several young people were adding firewood to the campfire, sparks crackling and leaping upwards, scattering and extinguishing in the night sky.

People gradually emerged from their tents and gathered towards the campfire.

The man wore a dark Tibetan robe with a red silk sash around his waist. The woman wore brightly colored Tibetan clothing, her hair was braided and coiled on top of her head, and she wore turquoise and coral ornaments.

The Guozhuang dance is about to begin.

Ding Heng stood on the periphery of the crowd, hands in his pockets, his eyes searching through the crowd.

He is looking for Baima.

During dinner, Baima said she would give him a surprise tonight, and almost two hours have passed since then.

"Brother!"

Upon hearing the shouts, Ding Heng turned his head, his breath catching in his throat.

The robe is a deep navy blue, made of thick woolen fabric, with fine gold velvet trim along the edges. The collar and cuffs are embroidered with intricate colorful patterns in red, green, yellow, and blue, with every stitch revealing the exquisite craftsmanship.

A wide, colorful bangles were tied around his waist, the stripes transitioning from deep red to dark green, gleaming with a calm luster in the firelight.

Her long hair was braided into countless thin braids that hung down from the top of her head, with small silver ornaments at the ends that made a soft rustling sound as she moved.

The brim of the lambskin hat on his head was turned up, revealing the brocade lining underneath.

The firelight reflected on the girl's face, bathing her features in a warm orange glow.

Holy and bright.

Like a saint descending from a snow-capped mountain plateau.

She belongs to this land.

No matter how far she travels, no matter how much she dislikes the climate, food, culture, and so on of this land.

Deep in her bones, she will always be a daughter of this land.

Baima walked up to Ding Heng, stopped, and looked up, the firelight dancing in her pupils.

Is it pretty?

Like other girls, she had asked Ding Heng similar questions more than once.

But this time, Baima was extremely nervous!

Ding Heng took a deep breath and spoke sincerely.

"nice."

"Really?"

"real."

Bai Ma's lips curved into a smile, but she forced it back down.

"This was specially made for me by a tailor when I was in sixth grade. Since today is such a rare opportunity, I thought I'd wear it out to show you."

Ding Heng was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Pema".

"Ok?"

"Can you still wear the clothes you had custom-made when you were in sixth grade?"

Bai Ma's smile froze instantly.

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Ding Heng suppressed a laugh.

"I just think... you've maintained your figure really well, you haven't grown much over the years."

Bai Ma's eyes widened.

"you……!"

She raised her hand to punch him, but this time Ding Heng didn't dodge.

The fist landed on his chest, but it didn't hurt or itch.

"You wicked prince! You stinking prince! You can't expect anything good to come out of a dog's mouth!"

Baima punched and cursed as she did so, her little face turning bright red.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

Ding Heng grabbed her wrist. Bai Ma struggled twice but couldn't break free. She snorted and turned her face away.

"I can't be bothered to argue with you."

The Guozhuang dance officially begins.

The herders held hands and formed a large circle, circling around the campfire.

The steps are simple, one in front and one behind, one to the left and one to the right, gradually accelerating with the rhythm of the drumbeats.

There was no complicated choreography, no deliberate performance.

Bai Ma shoved Ding Heng into the crowd.

"Come, come, brother, you come too."

"I won't."

"It's okay, just follow the rhythm."

Ding Heng imitated the others, but his movements were stiff.

Pema stood beside him, her figure light and graceful.

The hem of her Tibetan robe swayed gently with her steps, the colorful stripes of her robe swirling in the firelight, and the silver ornaments at the ends of her braids jingled.

The drumbeats grew increasingly dense.

Their pace quickened.