The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

The beauty of Xinjiang is completely different from that of its rivers and seas.

Lin Feng drove his Formula Leopard car with Shen Qianqian on the back, heading north along the Duku Highway. The scenery outside the car window was like a constantly changing oil painting.

Just after passing through a golden poplar forest, the view suddenly opened up into an endless Gobi Desert, with the snow-capped peaks of the Tianshan Mountains shimmering silver in the sunlight in the distance.

Shen Qianqian leaned against the car window, taking pictures non-stop with her phone. Occasionally, she would turn around and point the camera at Lin Feng, capturing him driving with one hand on the steering wheel, muttering to herself what caption she could use for this picture on WeChat Moments.

"How about pairing it with 'My driver is so handsome'?"

"Whatever. Anyway, whatever you post on your WeChat Moments will get likes."

"Of course, I do have a fan base. Last time I posted photos of our rafting trip to Qingyuan, Su Mengya even asked me when we'd go again."

The two of them spent several days traveling around northern Xinjiang.

They climbed the Altai Mountains and stood on the viewing platform at the top, overlooking the entire valley. The distant, continuous snow-capped mountains looked like a still oil painting under the blue sky.

Shen Qianqian was exhausted halfway up the mountain. She bent over, supporting herself on her knees with her hands, panting heavily. Her two full breasts were almost spilling out from under her T-shirt, creating a deep cleavage at the neckline.

She took a while to catch her breath and looked up to find Lin Feng staring at her. Her face turned red instantly, whether from the fatigue of climbing the mountain or something else, she didn't know.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman climbing a mountain before?"

"I've seen beautiful women, but I've never seen one so out of breath halfway up. Do you want me to carry you up?"

"No need! I can do it myself." Gritting her teeth, she continued climbing. After reaching the top of the mountain, she spread her arms and spun around in the wind several times. The hem of her pleated skirt fluttered gently in the wind, revealing a small patch of white, reflective skin on the side of her thigh.

When the hem of her skirt fell back down, it clung to her long, slender legs, leaving a small patch slightly damp with sweat.

He spun around several times before stopping, the sweat on his forehead glistening in the sunlight, but he couldn't suppress his smile, saying he felt like he was flying, that the place was so beautiful, it didn't seem real.

We went to Sayram Lake again.

The lake water was an unreal blue, like a giant sapphire set among the mountains. Scattered across the lakeside grasslands were white yurts and herds of cattle and sheep.

Shen Qianqian squatted by the lake and touched the cool water with her fingers. She looked up at Lin Feng and said that this place was even more beautiful than she had imagined, and that she wanted to stay here until the end of summer.

Lin Feng stood behind her, watching her back. Blue sky, snow-capped mountains, and a clear lake. A girl wearing a light pink T-shirt and a white skirt was squatting by the lake. The scene itself was beautiful enough.

Guozigou Bridge.

The bridge spans between two steep cliffs, and looking down from the bridge deck, the drop of several hundred meters makes one's legs weak.

Shen Qianqian gripped Lin Feng's arm, both frightened and wanting to look down. Standing by the bridge, facing the wind, her skirt fluttered in the breeze, and her two long, straight legs trembled slightly in the wind.

Lin Feng put his arm around her waist from behind and rested his chin on the top of her head. The two of them stood on the bridge, looking at the distant snow-capped mountains and forests.

"How about you take me out to play every year from now on? Not just on business trips, but a real trip just the two of us, like this."

"Okay. I'll take you out every year from now on. You can go wherever you want."

"Next, I want to go to Tibet to see the Potala Palace. The next stop after that is Yunnan, to Dali and Lijiang. And Hainan, Zhangjiajie, Jiuzhaigou... You need to make a list, I'm afraid you'll forget."

"I can't forget it. You mentioned so many places, and I remember them all."

Shen Qianqian turned around and looked up at him. Sunlight shone from behind her, and her big brown eyes reflected the blue sky, white clouds, and distant snow-capped mountains, as well as the man in front of her who had promised to take her to the ends of the earth.

She tiptoed and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, then pulled him along as they continued walking.

On the last evening, they encountered a wedding photography team on the Kalajun Grassland.

The setting sun bathed the entire grassland in a golden-red hue, while the distant snow-capped mountains were edged with a rose-gold border by the evening glow. The bride, dressed in a white wedding gown, stood in the center of a sea of ​​flowers, while the photographer, camera in hand, crouched in front of her, searching for the perfect angle. A reflector cast golden dappled light onto the bride's face.

Shen Qianqian stood to the side, watching intently, her eyes filled with an expression of envy that she was too embarrassed to express.

The photographer noticed them and, during a break, came over to ask if they wanted him to take some pictures of them.

"You two are so good-looking, you look even better in photos than many of the newlyweds we've photographed. The light is perfect right now, the sun will be setting in a few minutes. It's free, consider it making friends."

Shen Qianqian turned to look at Lin Feng, her fingers gripping his sleeve and shaking it, her eyes filled with a mixture of expectation and embarrassment.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed his words back. But his big brown eyes clearly said that he wouldn't refuse.

Lin Feng smiled as he saw her looking like she wanted to make a request but didn't dare to say it directly, and took her hand to walk in the direction the photographer pointed.

He pulled Shen Qianqian forward, her dimples deepening until she finally couldn't help but laugh.

"You didn't even ask me if I was willing."

"Your expression already answered me. Your eyes almost popped out of your head when you were looking at the bride."

"No way! I just thought that wedding dress was really pretty. Besides, this is a really rare opportunity, it's free, so why not take some photos?"

Sunset, grassland, and distant snow-capped mountains—these elements combine to create a scene as beautiful as a movie.

The photographer is clearly adept at capturing naturally expressed emotions, showing them standing side by side, touching foreheads, smiling at each other, or walking slowly hand in hand on the grass.

Shen Qianqian, wearing a light pink T-shirt and a white pleated skirt, squinted slightly in the sunset. Lin Feng, wearing a dark gray casual shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, looked just like a newlywed couple on their honeymoon as they stood in the sea of ​​flowers.

The photographer exclaimed that these photos were even more photogenic than the professional models he had photographed that day, and asked if he could keep a few of them as sample photos to display on the studio's showcase wall. He also asked Shen Qianqian if she would consider becoming a model, saying that her looks and figure were just too good.

Naturally, she was rejected. After the photo was taken, Shen Qianqian leaned over to look at the preview on the camera screen. When she saw a photo of her and Lin Feng with their foreheads touching, her eyes suddenly reddened.

I quickly wiped the corners of my eyes with my fingertips, but tears still welled up and dripped onto the back of my hand and onto the camera screen.

"I feel like we're really on our honeymoon. I used to see other people's honeymoons on TV and it seemed so far removed from my own life. Now I'm experiencing it myself, thank you for bringing me here. I'll develop these photos and hang them in the bedroom so I can see them every day."

Lin Feng cupped her face in his hands, wiped away her tears with his thumb, and kissed her forehead. The photographer quietly packed up his equipment, leaving the light and image of this moment to the two of them.

On the third night, they stayed in a guesthouse deep in the grassland. The guesthouse was a wooden structure, and they could see a sky full of stars when they opened the window.

The room was lit with warm yellow lights, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pine and lavender. Shen Qianqian, having just taken a shower, walked up to Lin Feng wrapped in a thin blanket, looked up into his eyes, and saw the starry sky outside the window and the silhouette of the man in front of her reflected in his brown pupils.

"Lin Feng, I've made up my mind. Tonight, I want to give myself to you."

Lin Feng looked down at her.

There was tension and anticipation on the doll's face. I reached out and cupped her face, gently rubbing my thumb against her cheekbone.

"Sure?"

"It's settled. Starting with Xinjiang, we'll go on trips every year, take photos, and create memories. I want to tie these memories to you so you can't escape them."

Lin Feng didn't ask any more questions.

The thin blanket was pulled off her shoulders, revealing a light pink slip dress underneath. The dress was so thin that the light filtering through could vaguely reveal the outline of her body.

Looking at her youthful face and alluring figure, Lin Feng couldn't hold back any longer.