Chapter 239 I’m so angry
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 regarded as a characteristic, just like Scissorhands in later generations, which is the trend of the times.
“Come on, come on, stand up, ready, look in my direction.”
“Hey, He Laosan, you don’t have to hold your breath, I’m slow to focus, don’t wait for me to finish. Don’t take it anymore!”
"Okay, don't move, don't blink, one, two, three!"
"Click!"
"Wait a minute, make another one!"
Chu Heng was busy taking photos, 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 guy with a persuasive and unique style in front of them, and silently made a 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.
Three generations of photographers are poor, and SLRs ruin their lives. Let me tell you!
“Click!”
At this time, Chu Heng took another family photo, and then started gesticulating and directing: “Okay, the family photo is finished, Uncle He, He Aunt, please take a photo together.”
Hearing this, Father He waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, we have nothing to shoot. I'm so stuck with red eyes, so don't waste this money."
"I said, Uncle He, it won't cost you anything." "Qian, why are you worrying so much here?"
Chu Heng held the camera and said with a smile: "Besides, I, Aunt He, and you have never taken a photo together in these years. Today. just Let’s take this opportunity to take a photo, so that when the old man can’t move anymore, he can still look at the photo and recall the past, right?”
He’s mother suddenly became interested and looked at her wife eagerly: "How about we have one?"
"Okay, let's have 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, and then 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 talk to Xiao Qingye from our hospital. Take a picture, she and I are very close.”
“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!
"Cheng, please call her over."
"Thank you, brother."
He Laosan was immediately ecstatic, wiped himself off and went to beat her The little girl with patched clothes was pulled over.
Chu Heng said nothing, raised his 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, Mother He came over with ten dollars in her hand: "Xiao Chu, take this money, I can't let your work go in vain."
Chu Heng How could he accept this? He opened his eyes in feigned anger and said in a bleating tone: "Oh, Aunt He, you are so calculating. I came all the way here, and you just want to I'm telling you, take this money and cook some vegetables. If I don't have a drink today, I won't leave."
"You bastard. , I will sew your mouth shut sooner or later." Mother He also knew that he had a good relationship with her son, so she didn't quarrel with him. She glared at the guy, put away the money, and went to prepare the food and drinks. Not long after, four appetizers were placed on the Eight Immortals table in the main room, and 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 drinking in a lively manner until more than 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.
The place 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 fills the room. It's all, I don't know what this girl is 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.
"Huh?"
He suddenly frowned, smelled carefully again, and finally muttered: "It's a bit inflamed."
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The next day, at noon, Ice City.
At this time, Miss Ni was cooking chicken soup for her grandma. She squatted down uncomfortably on a pony that could not accommodate her hip shape, and stared blankly at the flames on the stove. I was thinking about the man in my family.
Has he eaten?
Does he miss me as much as I miss him?
Did he receive the telegram?
At this moment, a postman walked into the yard and howled at the top of his lungs.
"Ni Yinghong, is Ni Yinghong here?"
"Huh?" The girl came back to her senses, quickly got up and walked over, and asked curiously: "Do you have my letter?"
"Telegram."
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 at home. 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 pinched 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 It's going to melt away.
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 wasteful guy, and never be separated from him in this life.
After a long time, Ni Yinghong, who was moved, suddenly woke up. She unfolded the letter paper again with trembling palms and counted the words carefully.
When she found out, her face turned livid instantly.
"Ah! You prodigal man! I'm so angry!"
The girl clutched her heavy chest in pain, wanting to tear up this piece of letter paper, which was worth more than the Big Black Ten. , but reluctant to give up.
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.
(End of this chapter)