Chapter 979: He takes no pictures (2)

"Zhu Gezhen, what you said is not true?"
After listening to Zhuge's words, Yang Zimei's brow frowned slightly.
"Fool your puppy!"
Zhu Gezhen said earnestly, "At that time, everyone felt that he was a demon. Therefore, only without his father did his mother run away from home, which led to the death of his grandfather's family."
"do not talk."
When Yang Zimei thought of the loneliness and pain of being rejected by his companions when he was a child day by day, his heart hurt.
"Ok."
Seeing that she seemed a little angry, Zhu Gezhen did not say, "Go and look after it yourself."
Yang Zimei ignored him and went straight into the room.
Who knows, as soon as she entered the room, she saw the dragon sit up day by day, looking at her quietly under the dim yellow sleeping lamp, and there was still a trace of loss in her face.
"How did you wake up?" Yang Zimei stepped forward and asked softly.
Long stretched her arms day by day, pulled her into her arms, and let her sit on her knees, circle her waist, rest her chin on her shoulder socket, and asked slightly, "Where have you been?"
Hearing his voice seemed to be a little disturbed, she asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You've never woke up halfway before, have nightmares?"
Long's big hands tightened tightly on her slender waist, "I can't see you with my eyes open, and suddenly feel blank, and don't leave while I'm sleeping."
Yang Zimei's heart moved and nodded.
It turned out that he was so dependent on himself to fall asleep.
The idea made her both sweet and sad.
He can rarely be beside him. When she is absent, he should never be able to sleep deeply, so the pupils will be and desolate.
She reached out and touched his jaw, which had been because of dregs, and a thin layer of mist hit the pupils.
In the eyes of an outsider, he should be as strong as iron. Only she knows that he is just like her. Under that powerful surface, he has a lonely, uneasy and fragile heart.
Therefore, two people with the same characteristics will be so attracted to each other, so that the other side belongs to the peace of mind.
Seeing the camera in her hand, Long asked puzzled day by day, "What do you do with a camera in the middle of the night? Did you become a photography lover?"
"No, I borrowed it from Major Luo."
Yang Zimei shook his head. "We have been gathering less and more, but we don't even have photos of each other or a group photo, so I want to take a picture of us."
Dragon's dark eyes sunk day by day, flashing pain.
"I may not be able to take a picture."
He said slightly with guilt, "I haven't been successful in taking pictures for so many years."
"Zhu Gezhen is true?"
Yang Zimei asked in confusion.
"Ok."
"Then we try to take a look, maybe, I can't take a picture." Yang Zimei adjusted the camera to a selfie mode, holding the dragon to the sky and smiling at the camera.
Click!
The flash flickered and a photo popped out of the camera.
Yang Zimei hurriedly took out the instant photos, couldn't wait to pick them up, and then smiled happily. "We have imaged, day by day, we can take photos, whether you or me, very clear.
Long took the photos day by day.
Although he and she in the photo were a little dim due to insufficient indoor lighting, the faces of the two were still clearly visible, unlike the previous photos.