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Chapter 55 Taking Pictures

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    What do you use to keep the past?

    Why do people keep the past?  Those past days made us who we are now, and we miss the past, the one who can never go back.  If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan.  We miss the past, we want to keep the beauty of the first meeting that has not deteriorated, we miss the past, we hope that the past can give us the strength to support us, we miss the past, we want to keep the most beautiful years, the most beautiful youth, that  The youth that is gone forever; we miss the past, even if it is not so beautiful, but it is only yours, the only past.  And it, gone forever.

    In the era of underdeveloped technology, the emergence of photos finally allowed these ordinary and ordinary people to obtain the qualification to retain the past through the exchange of money.  From the era of black and white photos to color photos, the leap of technology has made people's temptation for those momentary souvenirs even more attractive.

    "When the street (street) comes to take pictures, those who want to take pictures go out and have a look." Craftsmen with film cameras walk around the streets to make a living.  What the street shouts is the unique scenery in the village.  Usually, fruit sellers, pastry sellers, tofu sellers, vegetable sellers, and those with long hair, all kinds of small businesses and hawkers ride bicycles or their own unique simple tools to make a living in this way.

    "The person who took the photo, wait a moment." Zhao Fenghua shouted, and the person who took the photo got off the bicycle.

    "How much is it?"

    "Five yuan for a single person, and two yuan for each person if there are multiple people." The craftsman who took the photo explained it very clearly.

    "Why is it so expensive, let's make it cheaper." Bargaining is a must for everyone who buys things in the village, mainly because they really have no money.  Everyone here is poor, no matter what they buy, no matter how much the price is, in their minds, as long as they pay out, there is only one word: expensive!

    "Sister, I don't make any money anymore. If you look at other people, it costs six yuan per person, and three yuan per person for multiple people. Mine is already very cheap." The guy who took the photo is in his early thirties  The young man, with a small head of spirit, tall and handsome, reveals an artistic atmosphere in his bones. It can be seen that this is a person who is destined to eat art.

    "Why don't you make money? You have to be honest, young man. We often come here to take pictures. They are all one yuan and five for many people. I have not collected all the children in my family. I just happen to be at home today. How about I give the money to you?"  Who wouldn't give it." Zhao Fenghua understands that the young man's price is very cheap, but people, they always get a bargain and behave themselves, besides, it's money, and if they can save fifty cents, they can buy half a catty of rice.  Therefore, she felt that she could talk nonsense seriously for the fifty cents.

    The guy who took the photo is not unaware that his market price is already very cheap, but he is indeed a person who has just entered the industry. Besides, he entered the industry for the pursuit of hobbies, but now the problem he has to face is livelihood.  Livelihood and life are always inescapable contradictions for everyone who pursues art.  I have been in the industry for a while, but I have not been able to open it because I don't like to speak.  However, he has to live.  He is a person who usually doesn't like to open his mouth. Today, he mustered up too much courage to let himself open.  His film and camera are costly. Although one yuan and five can earn a little less, at least he can earn a little.

    "Okay then, just one yuan and five."

    Young is indeed young, and old is indeed old.  Here, age mellows the rural woman, who wins the fifty-cent contest effortlessly.

    "Young man, I just like you as a cheerful person. Just wait, I will let my child wash his face, and we will take a picture right away." Zhao Fenghua looked proud, because he won the war of saving money.

    "Rainbow, come wash your face and take a picture." Zhao Fenghua roared loudly, his voice could penetrate half of Qingxi Village.  She is a person who pursues fashion. When there are good-looking clothes in the market, she always buys one for herself. When she has fresh food, she always wants to pay for it.  She is young and loves beauty, but in the past few years she has discovered that age is really a cruel thing. Her beauty has been gradually covered by wrinkles during this time, and her temples have begun to grow gray at some point. She wants to keep  Live the way you are now, but not in the name of yourself.

    The children of Zhao Fenghua and Li Changqing's family are still kicking shuttlecock and hopscotch crazily. They have no toys to play with.  But they have the gift of nature, the shuttlecock made of corn grown on the earth, the painting on the mother earth is a house, sometimes they simply turn a few somersaults on the ground to see who can turn more in a row, to determine the winner or loser  .  After all, children are children, and children always have endless energy. They are full of energy, and add memories to this ordinary life with the simplest food and rich activities.After finishing the white dress, her face was still numb from crying.

    "Look at me, one, two, three, just laugh." The photographer manipulated the camera professionally.

    "one two three."

    "Crack." Along with Chen Yao's wet hair at the sideburns, her red and swollen eyes, and that deep memory, everything is left in this film, and it will be developed, and then  It will forever record their age and their day.

    "I called out the business for you, so you have to bring it over early." After seeing the Chenfeng family's family entering, Baochun's mother hurried to the young man who took the photo and reminded him again.  How could it be out of pity that she lent such beautiful clothes out of pity?  She doesn't think anyone in this world needs her pity, she thinks she is the most pitiful existence.  The husband died early, and now the husband is not up to date, and the wrinkles and white hair on his face have quietly climbed up his face. Is there a more miserable woman in this world than her now?

    "Sister, don't worry. You see that you are so kind to me. I will definitely wash it for you when I go back, and send it to you as soon as possible."  He is extremely grateful to the person who opened his business and helped him get a second business. At this moment, with this encouragement and gratitude, he will bravely embark on his own path to survival.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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