"Auntie, do you know the people behind you?" Tong Wenya's breathing became a little nervous when she asked this question.
"Oh, I don't. The old man squinted his eyes and took a closer look. In the end, he shook his head. "These people must have passed by. When my son took pictures of me, I didn't know there was someone behind me. When the pictures were taken, my son wanted to take pictures again. "I think this one is good, so I didn't let him take it again."
"Oh. Then can you give me this picture? "
"No." The old man shook his head. His aged fingers gently stroked the old picture. He said in a low voice, "This is the first picture my son took for me."
"Auntie, I was rash. Take good care of yourself." Tong Wenya was a little lonely. She quickly calmed herself down and told the old lady to take good care of her and her child before she left with Xiao Rou and the others.