Looking at the He family in front of them as if they were about to go to the battlefield, Chu Heng didn't say much. He simply arranged his position and started to adjust the focus to take pictures.
These days, everyone takes photos like this, serious and formal, which can be considered a characteristic, just like Scissorhands in later generations, which is the trend of the times.
"Come on, come on, stand up, get ready, look in my direction."
"Hey, He Laosan, you don't have to hold your breath, I'm slow to focus, don't wait until I'm done and then hold your breath!"
"Okay, don't move, don't blink, one, two, three!"
"Crack!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, and add another one!"
Chu Heng was busy taking photos, and his words were sharper than his shutter speed.
At this time, not only the He family was in the house, but also many neighbors came to watch the excitement.
Many ignorant girls looked at this handsome boy with a cool personality and made a silent wish in their hearts. When they grow up, they must marry a photographer.
I don’t know what they will think when they look at the beggar uncle next to them many years later.
I am a poor photographer for three generations and my SLR has ruined my life. Let me tell you!
"Crack!"
At this time, Chu Heng took another family photo, and then started gesticulating and giving instructions: "Okay, the family photo is finished. Uncle He, Aunt He, you two take one together."
Hearing this, Father He waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, we have something to shoot. I'm so stuck with red eyes, so don't waste this money."
"I said, Uncle He, it doesn't cost you any money, so why are you so worried here?"
Chu Heng held the camera and said with a smile: "Besides, I, Aunt He, and you haven't taken a photo together in these years, so I just took this opportunity to take one today, so that I can't move in the future.
You can also look at the photos and reminisce about the past, right?"
Mother He suddenly became interested and looked at her wife eagerly: "How about we have one?"
"Okay, let's get one." How could Father He refute his beloved wife's wishes? He straightened his clothes and stood up again.
He's mother also quickly stood next to her husband, showing her grave face.
Chu Heng held up the camera and gestured a few times, "click, click" and took two pictures. Then he took a few more pictures to the He brothers, and finally He Zishi and his wife.
Just when he was about to finish work, He Laosan, who was only eleven or twelve years old, ran up to him and said with a flattering face: "Brother Hengzi, please help me take a picture with Xiao Qing from our hospital.
It’s very good to be with her.”
"Who is Xiaoqing?" Chu Heng asked curiously.
"That's her." He Laosan said, pointing to a round-faced fair girl among the crowd in the room.
Chu Heng looked at him sideways, the little bastard has a great future!
"Okay, please call her over."
"Thank you, brother."
He Laosan was immediately overjoyed and went to pull over the little girl who was wearing patched clothes.
Without saying a word, Chu Heng raised the camera and took three photos in a row, imprinting their youth on the photo paper.
At this point, Master Chu's work has come to an end, and the rest will be handed over to the museum.
While he was packing his things, He's mother came over with ten dollars in her hand: "Xiao Chu, take this money, I can't let your work go in vain."
How could Chu Heng accept this? He opened his eyes in feigned anger and said in a loud voice: "Oh, Aunt He, you are so calculating. I traveled all the way and you just want eight dollars."
Is Mao sent away? I'm telling you, take this money quickly and go cook some vegetables. If I don't have a drink today, I won't leave."
"You bastard, I'll sew your mouth shut sooner or later." He's mother also knew that he had a good relationship with her son, so she didn't argue with him. She glared at the guy, put away the money, and went to prepare wine and food.
Not long after, four appetizers were placed on the Eight Immortals table in the main room. Chu Heng and several men from the He family who were qualified to serve began to scold Fang Qiu.
The greedy He Laosan was spinning beside him.
After a lively drinking session until around nine o'clock, Chu Heng left He's house with He Zishi and others seeing him off.
He rode his bicycle leisurely, and under the cool night breeze, he returned to the courtyard soon.
At this time, his house was empty, and the four women left who knew when. A big lock was firmly fastened on the door.
"You said this was a big deal." Chu Heng slowly unlocked the door and entered the house with a cigarette in his mouth. The next moment, four different feminine scents hit his nostrils.
He also had enough time to wander around the room sniffling like a dog, guessing who each smell belonged to.
On the recliner... the girl's fragrance must be from rain. The strong fragrance like fire on the chair in the east should be Yu Haitang's. As for the milky fragrance on Qin Jingru's body, it is all over the room. I don't know.
What is this girl busy with?
Finally, Chu Heng came to the bed and smelled the smell that belonged to Lou Xiao'e. It was like a jar of old daughter's red, with a different kind of fragrance.
"Um?"
He suddenly frowned, smelled it carefully again, and finally muttered: "It's a bit inflamed."
…
The next day, noon, Ice City.
At this time, Miss Ni was making chicken soup for her grandma. She squatted down uncomfortably on a small pony that could not accommodate her hip shape. She stared blankly at the flames on the stove, thinking about the family at home.
Man.
Has he eaten?
Does he miss me as much as I miss him?
Did he receive the telegram?
Just then, a postman walked into the yard and howled at the top of his lungs.
"Ni Yinghong, is Ni Yinghong here?"
"Ah?" The girl came back to her senses, stood up quickly and walked over, curiously asking: "Do you have my letter?"
"telegraph."
The postman looked at the girl with a flash of surprise in his eyes, and immediately took out a telegram from his bag and handed it over.
Ni Yinghong hurriedly took it and saw that it was from a man in her family. She even forgot to say thank you for a moment, wiped herself off and ran back to the small corner happily, slowly unfolding the priceless love letter.
The girl read carefully word by word. When she read the last byte, her eyes were filled with tears.
"This person is really not ashamed." She held the letter paper with a smile in her tears, and the words on it were like pieces of red iron, stamped on her body, making her whole body melt.
Ni Yinghong slowly put her hand into her coat pocket, took out a meaningful handkerchief, put it on her face and rubbed it gently, feeling the concern from thousands of miles away.
At this moment, she really wanted to fly home, plunge into the arms of that slutty guy, and never be separated from him in this life.
After a long time, Ni Yinghong, who was moved, suddenly realized. She unfolded the letter again with trembling palms and counted the words carefully.
When she found out, her face turned pale instantly.
"Ah! You prodigal man! You're so mad at me!"
The girl clutched her heavy chest in pain and wanted to tear up this letter, which was worth more than the Big Black Ten, but she couldn't bear to part with it.
Feeling sulky, Ni Yinghong carefully put away the first love letter she had received in her life together with the handkerchief, then picked up the hatchet next to her and chopped the bricks at her feet.
She didn't know why she was doing this. Anyway, she suddenly wanted to chop something.
