Li Mengxue said as a matter of course: “Of course, it’s because you need to dress up for the photo shoot. Didn’t you guys not wash your hair yesterday? And it’s a last-minute decision, so you have to prepare your clothes and shoes well. You have to look pretty for the photo shoot!”
Qian Lailai freed one hand and touched her braid: “I haven’t washed my hair yet, how can I tell in the photo? Isn’t it all black?” (T/N: Hahahaha… You have a point, girl!)
Yi Qingqing burst out laughing.
What she said was right. The pixels and black-and-white photos of this era were like built-in filters. You couldn’t tell whether you hadn’t washed your hair for a day.
Li Mengxue: “…”
She forgot that there seemed to be no color photos in that era. In black-and-white photos, it was difficult to tell whether the hair was greasy or not. As long as the bangs were not greasy, people couldn’t tell.
It didn’t seem to matter whether they changed clothes or not. There were only three colors: black, white, and grey. They were all wearing solid-colored clothes, so there was no difference in the photos.
But didn’t she want to save face?
Li Mengxue said stubbornly: “Take a photo, take a photo, take a photo today. If we are ugly, we will all be ugly together!”
“How can that be possible? I’m so beautiful! Haha!” Qian Lailai said conceitedly.
Although her appearance may lower the average level of the four golden flowers, she cannot lose in terms of momentum!
Yi Qingqing, who has the golden book in her mind, bears the melons that she shouldn’t bear, and is always trying to hold back her laughter.
Where Li Mengxue is, she can not only watch everyone’s performances live, but she also has a golden book to supplement her inner drama.
Every time, she has to endure their silly psychological activities, but she can’t laugh out loud at will. She can only wait for everyone to laugh and take the opportunity to vent.
Apart from this, she felt that she was very happy to eat the melons.
They agreed to take photos, so when they got back to the county town, they didn’t go their separate ways, but they went to the bus station.
When they arrived at the small square outside, they saw from afar a cart with a wooden folding photo frame standing on it, next to the flower bed in the small square outside the bus station. There was also a small plastic sign with red letters on a white background, which read: Tieling County Workers, Peasants, and Soldiers Photo Studio.
There was also an address in the lower right corner: No. 3 Xinghua Lane.
There were quite a few people gathered around the stall, some were watching the fun, and some were queuing to take pictures.
The photographer was fiddling with a bulky stand-up camera. Opposite him was a young couple standing against a flower bed, both holding a child of two or three years old.
“Come closer!”
“Don’t be so nervous, smile, that’s it!”
“I’m going to take the picture. Hold on and don’t blink!”
“1, 2, 3…”
Click—
The photographer looked up and said, “It’s done. Another one?”
The woman in the young couple said shyly, “No, no.”
The photographer asked again: “Okay, how many photos do you want to develop?”
“Two. How much?”
“Two photos are one yuan. Just come to the photo studio to pick them up in a week. The deposit is fifty cents.” The photographer said quickly.
Yi Qingqing and her friends pushed their bicycles over to see what was going on.
The crowd automatically made some space for them.
They didn’t give them faces, but they gave a face to the bicycles they were pushing.
They gathered in front of the photo stall and looked at the photos for display, which were basically portraits.
It was basically black-and-white landscape photos, which were nothing to look at.
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