Zhu Qingyue set up a folding chair beside the car, leisurely leaning back, and unfolded a book.
Li Younan, on the other hand, took out the tent tarp bag, intending to find a flat spot.
As he bent down to place the bag, he glanced sideways at a shallow mudflat near the shore.
The water there was shallow, just above the ankles, with some scattered water plants and small puddles on the mudflat.
A few long-legged avocets were bowing their heads, swiftly sweeping their upturned beaks in the muddy water to forage.
This bird is a local summer bird, one of the few kinds still visible before winter.
Their movements were swift yet carried a unique rhythm, their white feathers standing out against the dull background.
The scene was vivid, imbued with the bustling vitality unique to lakeside settings.
Li Younan thought this scene was pretty good; his camera was still in the trunk, so he casually pulled out his phone from his pants pocket.
