Hey, brother, do you remember you have a younger brother?
A few minutes later, the patriarch finally remembered that he had forgotten a child and went back to pick him up.
Seeing the photographer's resentful look again, the patriarch quickly picked up the child and threw him into the car, which sped away, leaving behind a trail of exhaust fumes and dust.
Ugly looked at the pouting corpse, then at the patriarch's retreating figure as he tried to disappear underground, and then, recalling the scene from just now, he silently covered his mouth and buried his face in the back of the chair.
The patriarch saw the twitching little figure in the rearview mirror; his own lips were also twitching.
Let's go back a few minutes.
The photo studio owner said he didn't sell cameras, and then...
"Egg, are you a groom?"
The photographer was somewhat intelligent. After being called "Stinky Egg" a few times and hearing the little girl say things like "Egg Grandpa," "Egg Milk," and "Little Egg," he realized that he was the "Egg" she was talking about.
"Comrade, I've been a groom before."
"Oh, so are you going to be the groom now?"
"I used to be one, but I can't be one now."
"Oh, so you don't have a bride? Then Chou Chou will be your bride. You're short, and he's short too."
The driver, who is just over 1.6 meters tall, said: He's just earning a little money through hard work, and he's not making any personal attacks.
"No need." He and his wife are very loving.
"Yes, you can only take photos if there's a bride. You can't take photos because you don't have a bride...blah blah blah."
They clearly couldn't take her picture because they didn't have film, but they misinterpreted it as her not knowing how to take pictures.
The reason they couldn't take photos was because there was no bride, which is... ridiculous.
Then a young woman walked in.
The world is both vast and small. The young woman turned out to be someone I knew; she was a waitress at the state-run restaurant, and she was off work today.
"Egg, you're taking pictures too!"
The waitress shook her head. "No, I came to see my husband. He didn't go home for lunch, so I came to see if I needed any help. What a coincidence, you're taking pictures."
Her husband was a photographer.
The photo studio owner thought to himself: "Of course I'm busy. People are eating snacks while taking photos, while I can only watch helplessly, and my hands can't stop moving."
"Yes, Egg, your Egg is going to take wedding photos with Ugly. He's the groom and Ugly is the bride."
The service egg immediately grabbed the camera egg's ear and roared, "Tell me, which little devil is Ugly?"
Suffering for no reason, the camera egg cried out, "Wife, there's no little devil! Oh, there is! There's a little devil! Look, the little devil is behind you, he's trying to slip away!"
The ugly little imp, who hadn't managed to run out the door in time, tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, almost chipping his front teeth.
Ugly got up and hid by the door, drawing circles.
He is innocent.
He felt wronged.
He carried a large pot on his back.
But then, the very person closest to him, the corpse, came to stab him in the back, saying, "Ugly isn't a little demon, he isn't."
Then the waiter laughed heartily, the photographer grumbled as he paid the bill, and kicked the two who had caused him so much trouble out.
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