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"Xian Xian, there is no name written in the voting works, which one is yours!"

Hearing this, Bo Xian Xian was stupid all of a sudden!

She arranged it all, and they all came over to vote for her...... As a result, it turned out to be a form of anonymity!

"I don't know, it's this form of voting ......"

Bo Xian smiled dryly, searched the entire booth carefully, and found her photo in a corner, with the number "18" pasted.

After a burst of breath, Bo Xian stomped his feet through gritted teeth!

Who would run over and see this kind of position!

At the same time, in a position of the booth, girls in twos and threes, surrounded by a photo of "butterflies".

"I love this one, this butterfly is so beautiful!"

"Yes, wow," the others responded, "after the heavy rain, when the sun rises, the butterfly wings are wet, and they have to fly desperately, and when they see the sun, the whole person is in a good mood." ”

"Whoever said that beautiful are vases, obviously working hard!"

"Not only is the meaning deep, but this photo is also very exquisite. Moreover, the butterfly is obviously in the grass and at an elevation angle, which indicates that the photographer at least took pictures lying on the ground...... After the heavy rain, the ground is full of mud, it's quite hard! ”

"I'll vote first!"

Hearing the discussion of the girls around her, Bo Xian looked impatiently.

In the center of the crowd, there is a photo of a butterfly flying against the light.

Something suddenly came to my head!

Xia Yimo seemed to have mentioned in the group that she wanted to go out to watch the sunrise. It just so happened that night that it rained heavily......

This slut!

actually stole her limelight!

Bo Xianxian didn't think about it, picked up the phone, dialed a number, and called the student union, an officer who usually followed Bo Yiming's side, and said angrily: "This calligraphy, painting and photography contest is hosted by your art department, right?" …… My booth is too hard to describe, it's okay to change it with '1', right? That's it. ”

The No. 1 work is the butterfly photo.

It is indeed Xia Yimo's.

The booth is actually very ordinary, but the photos attract a lot of people, and it is easy to make people's eyes hot.

It didn't take long for the class bell to ring.

The photo of the "beach and sea" of the thin and slender was replaced by Xia Yimo's booth without a trace.

Even, the butterflies flying against the light are hidden in the most inconspicuous corners.

Classroom.

Mu Jingchen opened the photo album boredly, and his bony fingers were scribbling one photo after another. There was no sound, no words, but it was just interesting to watch.

Xia Yimo poked a little head, only glanced at it, and his little cheeks bulged up, wanting to grab it.

"Mu Jingchen, can you not keep looking at my black history, this photo is too ...... Ugly! ”

This is the reason why she ran out to watch the sunrise and photographed butterflies when she was secretly photographed by Mu Jingchen.

It rained at night, and when she photographed butterflies, she lay on her stomach in the grass, and her whole body was dirty.

At that time, Mu Jingchen didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, and smeared her little white face a few times......

This boyfriend was sent with phone bills.

"I didn't look at you."

Mu Jingchen took the phone away and continued to flip through the photos, his face did not change.

Xia Yimo pointed his little finger: "Isn't this dirty, ugly little clay figure you are looking at now just me?" ”

"No, it's a baby."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and Mu Jingchen raised his hand to pull her over, "Let's see together." ”

Xia Yimo: "......" makes sense, and I can't even refute it.

However, it's so sweet, so sweet, so sweet.