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

Baima smiled at the little girl.

The little girl wasn't shy at all and kept staring intently at her.

Baima softened for a moment and waved her hand.

"Come here, sister."

The little girl hesitated slightly, then looked up at her mother.

The proprietress nodded and whispered a sentence in Tibetan.

The little girl immediately slid off her mother's lap, took short steps to Baima, and made no attempt to hide her curiosity.

How old are you? What grade are you in?

"Hmph, I'm much older than you, call me 'older sister'!"

"elder sister!"

"Hey!"

Pema crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl and asked in Tibetan, "Hello, what's your name?"

"Hey!"

The little girl clapped her hands excitedly, completely unexpected that the older sister in front of her could speak Tibetan.

“My Chinese name is Zhu Qiaoqiao, and my Tibetan name is Lazhen.”

"Lazhen? What a nice name!"

Bai Ma smiled and took out a piece of fruit candy from her down jacket pocket and handed it over.

"for you."

Lazhen looked at the sugar, then at Baima, and then at her mother.

The proprietress smiled and said, "Here, take it."

Zhu Qiaoqiao reached out her little hand to take it and held it tightly in her palm.

"Thank you sister."

"You're welcome."

Bai Ma couldn't help but imitate Ding Heng's usual mannerisms, reaching out to gently pinch her little cheek.

The little girl didn't flinch, but turned her gaze to Ding Heng and suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Sister, is that your husband?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Baima suddenly sat up straight and quickly denied it.

"No, no! He's not my husband! He's my brother!"

Lachen was startled by Pema's reaction and looked confused.

"Brother?"

"Yes, brother!"

Pema nodded vigorously, emphasizing it again.

Lazhen frowned, then looked at Ding Heng and said seriously, "Why would my brother bring you to a place like this? My brother never takes me out to play; he only steals my food."

Baima choked.

Lajin continued to complain, "He also pulls my braids and hides my snacks so I can't find them. My mother says he's doing it for my own good, to prevent me from getting cavities! But I don't think he's good at all!"

The little girl looked very serious, clearly indicating that her older brother had indeed bullied her quite a bit.

Baima didn't know how to respond for a moment, and a strong competitive spirit suddenly welled up in her heart.

She squatted down again and said earnestly, "That's because your brother is bad. My brother is different."

Lajin tilted her head: "How is it different?"

“My brother…”

Baima started showing off.

“My brother will travel a long way from other places to find me, take me out to play, and fulfill so many of my requests!”

She was extremely proud of herself and even started making things up: "I asked the Living Buddha, and he said that he was the reincarnation of Dorje Gyaltsen and came to protect me."

As soon as she finished speaking, her ears turned bright red, probably because she herself felt that what she said was too childish.

Lazhen stared at her blankly, blinking her big eyes.

She didn't actually know what Dorje Gyaltsen was, but she understood one thing.

The older sister in front of her trusted her brother very much!

The little girl looked at the shiny candy in her hand and said enviously, "Your brother is so lucky."

"Of course!"

"I want to find a prince like that in the future."

"No need to look for it, you'll meet it naturally when you grow up."

Baima reached out and patted Lazhen's head, his tone affectionate.

Lazhen nodded as if she understood, then ran back to her mother's side.

After leaving the rest area, the car continued driving for a while and stopped at the edge of a relatively flat river valley.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the car door, jumped out, and stretched his shoulders slightly.

"Let's get down and walk around, rest for a while, or we won't have another chance once it gets dark."

Baima got out of the car and stepped onto the soft alpine meadow, taking a deep breath.

What are you standing there for?

Ding Heng had already opened the trunk and was taking out equipment: "Didn't you want to shoot some footage? Let's fly around before the sun goes down."

Bai Ma snapped out of her daze, quickly ran over, and took the drone that Ding Heng handed her.

She skillfully turned on the power, set the frequency, and calibrated the compass.

The drone emitted a soft hum, its propellers began to spin, and then it rose gracefully, hovering in mid-air.

The view opens up wider and wider... River valleys, snow-capped mountains, and crisscrossing tire tracks on the wilderness—everything unfolds in the lens.

"The lighting is better here, move a little to the left."

Ding Heng began to direct: "To the left, yes... Stop. Maintain this angle and wait for that cloud to drift past."

Baima did as instructed, steadily moving the joystick with her fingers.

The drone hovered in mid-air, waiting for the cloud shadows to sweep across the valley.

A moment later, the afternoon sun shone down again, turning the entire valley into a dazzling golden-red.

"okay."

Bai Ma raised her head and couldn't help but glance at Ding Heng.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Are you good at everything except giving birth?"

"improvise."

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow smugly: "Just enough to be your older brother!"

Baima pursed her lips, wanting to say something in response, but couldn't find any words to refute it, so she could only lower her head and continue adjusting the drone's parameters.

The sun continued to set, and the light grew softer.

Taking advantage of the last bit of daylight, Baima had the drone fly around twice more, capturing several sets of aerial shots from different angles.

By the time the drone landed again, it was already getting dark.

The temperature dropped rapidly on the wasteland, and the wind blowing on the face already felt noticeably cold.

Baima rubbed her arms, preparing to climb into the car, when she saw Ding Heng pull a bulging waterproof bag and a folding tent out of the trunk and stride toward a flat clearing by the valley.

"Staying here tonight?"

"if not?"

Ding Heng didn't even turn his head: "The nearest town is over a hundred kilometers away. Are you planning to sleep in the car?"

Baima really didn't want to sleep in the car. Camping in the wilderness at an altitude of 4,700 meters made her excited and thrilled.

But feeling the temperature plummeting to below zero and hearing the howling wind, she began to waver.

Ding Heng then began to work, deftly unfolding the tent, securing the four corners, and hammering in the tent pegs.

Baima couldn't get involved, so she could only squat and watch from the sidelines.

"Brother, how come you can even pitch a tent?"

"When I was a kid, I went out with my dad to film things and slept in the wild many times."

Ding Heng tightened the windproof rope: "After my mother got sick, I didn't go out much, but I didn't lose my skills."

As Baima watched his busy figure in the twilight, a sense of peace welled up in her heart.

It was as if as long as this man was there, no matter how desolate the place she ran to, nothing would happen to her.

The tent was quickly set up, and Ding Heng then rummaged through the car and found two thermos flasks, a bag of self-heating hot pot, several packs of compressed biscuits, and two bottles of mineral water.

Night fell completely over the wilderness, and the two sat at the entrance of their tent, gazing up at the starry sky.

After a while, Pema started to get sleepy and crawled into the tent.

Ding Heng then entered. The tent was small, with a camping lantern casting a warm glow.

The two people sat facing each other on sleeping bags, their knees almost touching.

Baima had taken off her windbreaker and was only wearing a thin fleece lining.