In order to take his parents and Aunt Cheng and have a good tour of Beijing, Li Yange directly booked a bread taxi and first visited Tiananmen Square. At around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the group turned around and came to the Forbidden City.

Li Yange pointed to the tall and majestic gate not far away and said, "My parents, Aunt Cheng, there is the Forbidden City over there, this is the Meridian Gate. Didn't I mail a stack of videos to you before? That movie was filmed here."

"I know, I saw it in the movie, but I didn't expect that I would come here to watch it in person. It was so tall. It must be at least thirty meters, right?"

Li Jianguo looked at the vermilion wall, which was about twenty or thirty meters high, and it could not be fully displayed in the movie. Only when he came here in person could he feel that the wall was really high.

No wonder so many people had to die when fighting and siege in ancient times. At just a height of 20 or 30 meters, it was more than enough to fill the corpses of thousands of people.

"The Meridian Gate is about 38 meters high." Li Yange has been on the crew of "The Last Emperor" before and has heard a brief introduction by the Forbidden City Cultural Protection Bureau, so when he brought his parents and others to visit, he could say a few words.

Dong Qiuhua looked at the vermilion wall and asked a little faintly: "Son, why are the walls all vermilion red? Is it because there are too many people dead here and blood is splattering everywhere, so the walls are painted red?"

"Mom, where did you hear it? If the dead are painted red, how many people will die." Facing my mother's innocent words, Li Yange was amused and laughed. The city wall connected to the Meridian Gate was more than 30 meters high and more than 3,400 meters long. How many people would die to paint the city wall red for this purpose.

"Isn't that what is often said in movies and TV shows that the Meridian Gate beheading?" Dong Qiuhua asked in an unknown way. When she was watching movies and TV at home, many of the Hong Kong costume dramas were filmed like this.

"It's nothing. The Meridian Gate is the main gate of the Forbidden City. How could it be possible to kill prisoners here? What you said is made up in the TV series."

Li Yange shook his head and pushed out the word "Merman Gate" beheading is purely made up by some people. You should know that the status of the Meridian Gate was equivalent to the door of the office building of the highest-ranking leaders of a country in ancient times, and it was impossible to behead and kill prisoners here.

"That's how I always thought I was actually executing at the Meridian Gate." Dong Qiuhua suddenly realized that after a long time, the beheading of the Meridian Gate was made up by someone else. She was a little scared before.

Thinking about it now, fortunately I didn’t say it out, otherwise I would be embarrassed in front of my future in-laws and daughter-in-law.

"Okay, mom, let's go there and take a photo." Li Wen pointed to a small stall not far away. The stall owner was a man in his thirties. He was holding a Polaroid camera of unknown sign in his hand, and a wooden sign was erected next to him, and he took a photo of ten yuan.

"Ten yuan is a bit expensive, it's enough to buy a box of film." Seeing this price, Dong Qiuhua was a little reluctant to leave. There was a camera that Li Yange brought back at home, but forgot to bring it because he was in a hurry to come to Beijing.

"It's okay, just take a few pictures. It's rare for everyone to come out to play once. Take a few pictures as a souvenir. After returning, you can tell your uncle and the others that you have been to the Forbidden City in Beijing, right?" Li Yange smiled. He had a camera from Katsumada Shiji at home. He wanted to bring it before going out, but he forgot about getting a bag for Cheng Shaojun.

"Yes, I have to take a few pictures, but unfortunately I didn't take pictures in Tiananmen Square before."

"It's okay. When I take my grandparents out to play tomorrow, I can just go there and take a few more pictures. I have a camera at home, and I just forgot to bring it with me before."

Soon, Li Yange called Cheng Shaojun, who was taking Cheng's mother around not far away, and then called Li Jianguo, who was watching some fake antiques on the vendors.

"Okay, I smiled, I said three, two, one, you just shout eggplant together."

The stall owner picked up the Polaroid camera and found the angle. He told Li Yange and his group about the key points for taking pictures.

"Three, two, one!"

"eggplant!"

In an instant, the five people shouted in unison, showing a bright smile.

With a click, the picture was frozen in the camera.

"Come on, mom and dad, you can take a photo together. Shaojun, you and Aunt Cheng will take a photo together later."

After taking a photo of the five people, Li Yange arranged for his parents, and there were also one photo of Cheng Shaojun and his daughter. Later, Li Yange and his parents, Cheng Shaojun and his daughter, Cheng Shaojun and Li's father and mother.

The more I took the photo, the more addicted it became. Everyone went back and forth, and unknowingly, they took more than twenty pictures. When they were paying for it, Dong Qiuhua saw her son take out a hundred-dollar bill, and the other party took it away without even looking for it. It was so distressing.

One hundred yuan is equivalent to her salary for many days.

But soon Dong Qiuhua understood what "really fragrant" is.

I saw her looking at the two photos of herself with her son and her husband in her hand. The background of the picture was a vermilion wall and a snowy area under her feet. She hugged her son and husband with a rosy complexion, and looked at the camera with a smile.

"Not mentioning, that person took a good photo." Dong Qiuhua, who was sitting in the back seat, gently pointed her head with satisfaction. These two photos were really good.

"That's good. That person took me a little younger." Aunt Cheng looked at the photo with her daughter, and didn't know if it was because of the filters of the Polaroid pixels, which made some spots and wrinkles on her face completely invisible at this time.

"Mom, you are young at first." Cheng Shaojun snuggled beside her mother and smiled brightly. When she came out to have fun today, she could see that her mother was very happy. As a daughter, she was naturally very happy.

When Dong Qiuhua heard this, he came over to take a look at the photo, and immediately smiled and said with apologies: "Yes, yes, sister Cheng, look at the photos of you and Shao Jun, and look like two sisters."

This is the mother-in-law of the future son, so you have to take good care of it!

"I'm not young, I'll be fifty soon."

Aunt Cheng touched the photo and her daughter. The outlines of them looked very similar. If others didn't know about it, looking at the photo, they might think they were sisters with a little age difference.

"You are three years older than me, why are you fifty soon? Besides, I work in the workshop every day and look much older than you."

"No, Sister Dong, you have good skin, too."

"I can't compare with you. Look at how good our Shaojun's skin is, it must be inherited from you."

“…”

Li Yange, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt speechless when he saw his mother behind him praising Aunt Cheng's skin with good skin and getting younger and younger as he lived. He knew that his mother was not like this, but today, it must be for himself.

It's hard for my mother!

It seems that I have to speed up. While everyone comes to Beijing for the New Year this year, I will confirm my relationship with Cheng Shaojun as soon as possible with my parents. If I can get engaged directly and get married next year, it will be beautiful.

Thinking of this, Li Yange glanced at her mother. It would be better if her mother mentioned this matter.

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Chapter completed!