"Brother Ling, quick, take a photo before the cloud fades away."
Sitting in the flying chess piece, the two of them looked at the big cloud in the shape of the word 'I' in the sky. Hua Hua couldn't help but urge, while Ling Yin leisurely took out his phone and captured the cloud with a blue sky background through the glass.
"Did you get the shot?"
"Yes!"
"Hehe, I'll add a few more words, just having 'I' isn't powerful enough!" Hua Hua said, steering the flying chess towards the cloud, writing a few flamboyant words next to it, finally forming a sentence: I am the beloved Hua Hua, who makes people love me, flowers bloom for me, and cars have a flat tire at my sight!
"Haha, how is it? Brother Ling, quick, take a photo, quick!"
Hua Hua narcissistically wrote the sentence in the sky and impatiently wanted it captured. Ling Yin, unable to withstand his enthusiasm, took several photos with his phone.
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