Zhao Lanxiang heard the man's low and hoarse words, and saw his ears redden slightly, and her cheeks also turned red suddenly.
Heart is like dyeing honey.
How come there is such a lovely man.
He Songbai's awkwardness and sophistication were not possessed by the old man, and her palms were so hot that she sweated with enthusiasm.
Zhao Lanxiang squeezed his rough hands and snorted: "Go for business tomorrow!"
He Songbai touched the back of the head, smiling happily, without speaking,
The next day, He Songbai put on new clothes by words.
He knew that he had to dress better in a big city to collect debts, and he could not lose to others, so he brought both the new clothes he made to him.
He Songbai went out and saw Zhao Lanxiang slightly surprised.
Zhao Lanxiang put on a white shirt, the wide hem was casually tucked into her pants, and the pure black trousers wrapped her two slender legs. She was refreshed and spirited, with a touch of sunshine.
When she saw him, she waved, and walked to his side briskly. Her dark hair was very elegant.
"Go."
Zhao Lanxiang held his hand and took a car with him.
Soon, she took him to a photo studio.
"I haven't taken a picture with Brother Bo, go in and see."
She communicated with the staff of the photo studio and decided to take two photos.One version of a full-body photo and one version of a half-length photo.
Although the cameras in this era are backward and the viewfinder is limited, the photographer's technology and professionalism are unquestionable.
When taking a full-body photo, they took them to Teng Shu in the yard. Zhao Lanxiang was sitting in a chair, and He Songbai was standing behind her with her hand on her shoulder.
The photographer repeatedly considered this shape for a long time, and asked them to pose for a long time before they clicked the shutter.
Zhao Lanxiang smelled the scent of the hibiscus flower that was nearly dying on the tree. She picked up a sniff from the ground.The woman's gaze contained a still gentleness, as if remembering and reminiscing, as if passing through time, the photographer snapped the scene with a flash of light.
After taking the photo, He Songbai in a tunic unbuttoned the button and breathed a sigh of relief.Bean sweat was on his forehead, and taking pictures was a kind of torture for a rough man like him.
Zhao Lanxiang said with a smile: "Tomorrow we will leave here, can you give us the film directly?"
The employee nodded and carefully sealed the film. Qian Dingwan asked: "Don't let it be exposed, and it will be taken in vain when you see the light."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put the film in the package into the bag.
After this "right thing" was done, He Songbai was relieved and wanted to take Zhao Lanxiang to play.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head, not agreeing.
She seemed to know that he was short of money to do a big thing, and she was not willing to spend his money.
Zhao Lanxiang said happily: "There is very little time, but I want to go through S City. Brother Bo, let's do the bus."
It's only a penny for a bus, and I can't finish for fifty cents a day.
Zhao Lanxiang's cheerful appearance convinced He Songbai.
How did love die, how to walk up the mountains, how to hide your face among the stars.
Many years ago, Li Li struggled to hug her young grandchildren, waving the fan of fan sunflower and reading while fanning.
Read the letters that Grandpa wrote to her.
He Songbai turned around silently, from ear to ear all the way to his neck.
In the afternoon, the sunset of the egg yolk gradually sank into the mountains.The temperature dropped suddenly and became slightly cooler.
The two of them finished a few bus lines, one smiled, the corners of the mouth were as if with gloss, and the other followed behind silently.
After returning to the guest house, the two began to pack up the luggage for the next day's train.
He Songbai folded the clothes one by one and opened the box. Eight brand-new "Longines" watches reflected the cold silver light, the dial was exquisite and simple, and the sound of dripping in the silent air was subtle.
He silently took out these eight watches, stuck in his pocket, and left the guest house.
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The author has something to say: *
"When You Are Old"
——William Butler Yeats, 1893
When you are old, your hair is gray, and you are sleepy,
Tired of sitting by the fire, took this book,
Read slowly, look at the dream
Your soft look and deep halo.
How many people have loved your short-lived figure,
Love your beauty, with hypocrisy or true feelings,
Only one person ever loved your pilgrim's heart,
Love the traces of years on your sad face.
Brow down with a low eyebrow beside the furnace hood,
Contemplative and muttering,
How does love die and how to walk up the mountains,
How to hide my face among the stars.
small theater:
Lifetime Jun:
Brother Bo, you actually hid eight Longines!Eight!
It turns out that the big brothers are all hidden:)
Brother Bo: Silently touching the back of the head, not talking