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

"Ah."

Ding Heng nodded politely, and Sun Yan left awkwardly.

Quite a few people like that came today.

They didn't know where Ding Wenjie was when he was alive.

Nowadays, when a person dies, they suddenly gain a group of friends they've known for twenty or thirty years.

"Ding Heng".

Then another person came over; he was an elderly man with gray hair, who called Ding Heng by his given name.

"Uncle Zhou."

Ding Heng recognized the other person at a glance and quickly went to help him up.

When my father was working at the toilet station, Zhou Qiming was his direct superior and a real old acquaintance.

"It's kind of you that you still recognize me."

Zhou Qiming patted Ding Heng's hand, his eyes filled with sorrow.

Ding Heng said politely, "Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I could have had my driver pick you up."

"No trouble at all. I heard that an old acquaintance was holding an exhibition, so I came to take a look."

Zhou Qiming didn't reminisce much. He looked through the photos one by one, then suddenly stopped and pointed to a blank wall.

He asked curiously, "Why is this wall empty?"

Ding Heng smiled bitterly: "I originally planned to use it to display the photos my dad took when he entered Wucuo Snow Valley, but unfortunately the camera and the man disappeared together."

"Your dad..."

Zhou Qiming sighed, feeling a sense of unease that was hard to put into words.

Wucuo Snow Valley is located deep in southeastern Tibet.

Every winter, after a strong cold front passes through, there is a very small chance of a special phenomenon occurring there.

Storm clouds enveloped the entire valley, and the setting sun pierced through the clouds, turning the main peak golden red.

The strong winds whip up the snow on the mountain peaks, forming a white snow banner several kilometers long behind the ridge. Dark cloud walls, golden snow-capped mountains, and blue glacial lakes will appear in the scene at the same time.

Locals call it "the snow mountain opening its eyes".

The whole process only takes a few minutes, and to get the most complete footage, you have to go to an abandoned weather station deep in the valley.

At an altitude of nearly 4,800 meters, there is no cell phone signal, and the lowest winter temperature is close to minus 30 degrees Celsius.

Ding Wenjie stayed in the mountains for more than twenty days just to wait for those few minutes.

Ultimately lost contact...

"Mr. Ding."

The assistant called again, "A little girl has come and says she wants to see you."

"Little girl?"

Ding Heng turned around and asked, "Who?"

She said she came from Tibet to deliver something to you on behalf of Uncle Ding.

Where did they go?!

"The staff saw that she was young, so they took her to a private room upstairs first."

Ding Heng, without bothering to continue greeting the guests, turned around and hurried upstairs.

Pushing open the door to the private room, a little girl of about ten years old was eating and drinking heartily, while Wenjing gently patted her back and reminded her to eat slowly.

The girl had slightly dark skin, and her cheeks had a high-altitude blush left by long-term exposure to wind and sun.

Upon seeing Ding Heng, the girl immediately stopped what she was doing.

"Hey, are you Ding Heng?"

She wasn't nervous at all; she was very poised and confident.

"I'm."

Ding Heng glanced at the camera bag on the girl's body: "Did my dad send you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, my name is Dawa!"

Dawa opened her camera bag, took out a camera and handed it over: "Before Uncle Ding went to Xuegu, he stayed at my house for half a month. He left this behind and said that if he didn't come back, I should come and find you."

Ding Heng took the camera: "You came alone?"

"Ah."

Dawa said proudly, "First I took a car, then a train, and finally a policeman brought me here."

"That's amazing!"

Ding Heng smiled and praised him, then checked the camera; it was indeed Ding Wenjie's.

Ever since his son became rich, the old man has started to squander his camera. Cameras worth tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of yuan are no different from electric drills on construction sites in his hands.

Ding Heng sat down on the sofa and pressed the power button.

Did my dad say anything else to you before he went into the mountains?

"Have."

"what?"

"Uncle Ding said that his son has a lot of money and will definitely sponsor my schooling."

Dawa said expectantly, "You'll also help my mother get medical treatment and repair roads in our village! By the way... the roads in our village are very difficult to travel on. Every year when it snows, the mountain passes are closed, so repairing them is a lot of trouble. Do you have enough money?"

Ding Heng was so angry he laughed.

That old man really doesn't hold back...

"You should talk to this woman and explain the situation in detail."

Ding Heng pointed at Lin Man, and Dawa turned her head to look.

Lin Man immediately understood, squatted down to cheer up Dawa, and asked her what else she wanted to eat.

Ding Heng opened the photo album.

The first photo is of Wucuo Snow Valley at dawn.

The sun had not yet risen, and the entire valley was shrouded in a deep blue morning mist, with only the blurry outlines of the distant snow-capped mountains visible.

Further on, there are glacial crevasses, snowfields, seas of clouds, and a starry river cascading down from the mountaintop at night.

Ding Heng flipped through the pages one by one.

Until a photo taken before the storm arrived.

Dark clouds were rolling over the mountain ridge, and the setting sun pierced through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating half of the snow-capped mountain.

A faint white snow flag has appeared on the mountaintop, and a blue glacial lake is also visible at the bottom of the image. It seems that the "snow mountain opening" is just a little bit away from being complete.

Ding Wenjie's final entry into the Snow Valley was probably to fill in this gap.

"Hey, that's a pretty good shot."

Ding Heng gave his evaluation.

None of the girls responded, only Wenjing stepped forward and gently squeezed the man's hand.

The photo album was quickly scrolled to the bottom.

The last photo has nothing to do with Wucuo Snow Valley.

The filming location was the living room of the villa, and the time should have been last year's Spring Festival.

Ding Heng was sitting on the sofa playing with his daughter. The scene centered on him, encompassing all the girls and children in the family. They were scattered around, yet none of them were missing.

In a family photo, Ding Wenjie was the only one not in the picture...

When was this old man's photo taken?

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Ding also asked me to pass on a message to you."

Dawa shouted loudly again, interrupting Ding Heng's thoughts.

With her mouth full of pastries, she mumbled, "He said it was too sentimental and he couldn't say it himself. He told me to make sure you relay his message after I meet you."

Ding Heng calmly asked, "What did you say?"

Dawa met Ding Heng's gaze and imitated Ding Wenjie's tone, enunciating each word clearly.

"Dad loves you, son!"

The room fell silent.

Ding Heng stood there stunned for a moment, but his reaction was not significant. He simply raised his hand and waved lightly at Lin Man.

"It's almost time, you should go and have dinner with the children."

The girls all looked worried, and Wenjing hesitated to speak, but was eventually stopped by Lin Man's gaze.

Wenjing may be the most considerate, but Linman definitely understands men the best.

In situations like this, it's best to let him have some peace and quiet.

The group left the private room one after another, and the door closed gently.

Ding Heng tilted his head back, took a deep breath to calm himself, and rubbed his eyes vigorously. But before he could catch his breath, the door was pushed open again, accompanied by a clear child's voice.

"father!"

A little girl with pigtails skipped and hopped into the private room, holding a roll of drawing paper high in her hand.

Ding Yu'an is currently six years old, nicknamed An'an, and is Zhao Yanxi's biological daughter.

Despite having the character "An" in her name, her personality is anything but quiet. All the children in her family combined probably don't cause as much trouble as she alone.

Today, Baima and Wenshu were looking after a group of children, but most of their energy was actually spent on her.

As a result, she managed to slip out without anyone noticing.