"Oh my god!" Lu Jiaming was so angry that he laughed and pointed at another photo and said, "I remember this one very clearly. You asked me to squat in the flowers and said that the photo would have a very atmospheric feeling."
"So I only have my head sticking out? Luckily I'm not nearsighted, otherwise I would have thought I was a fly."
Lu Jiayang laughed so hard that tears came out: "Brother, listen to my excuse. I really felt that the atmosphere was quite good at that time."
“And this is what it was filmed like?”
While complaining, Lu Jiaming scrolled through a few more photos. When he saw the photo of himself leaning against the railing with his arms outstretched and his head tilted back, he finally broke down.
"What's with this picture? Where's my head?" Lu Jiaming didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What I want is the feeling of embracing nature, not the feeling of being on the guillotine!"
Lu Jiayang and Xiaobao were already laughing so hard that they were rolling on the floor.
Lu Jiaming sighed, then laughed again in anger: "No, am I really your biological brother? Why do they take pictures of Xiaobao so well, but when it comes to me, I look like an idiot?"
"Hahahaha..." Lu Jiayang smiled and patted his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, brother. I'll take a few more photos of you alone when we go out tomorrow. This time you must look handsome and show off your good looks."
"Okay," Lu Jiaming glanced at him, "Please, old man, please don't create any atmosphere."
"Then you can choose the pose yourself this time," Lu Jiayang said, "I'm only responsible for taking pictures for you."
While the two of them were talking, Xiaobao sat cross-legged on the sofa holding the camera and continued to look through the photos.
But after watching for a while, he noticed something wrong and quickly reached out to tug at Lu Jiayang's clothes.
"Third brother, look at this person!"
Xiaobao pointed at a man in the photo who was wearing black trousers, a white shirt, a hat and a mask. "Is he the guy who knocked you down in the mall yesterday?"
"Let me see..." Lu Jiayang carefully identified him, "Yes, it's him, his clothes haven't changed."
"What happened?" Lu Jiaming asked, "Did they take a picture of him?"
"It was indeed captured, but not just one, he was in many of them."
Xiaobao moved a few photos forward based on his memory and said as he looked at them: "Look, there's one in the commercial street, one in the snack street, and even one in the square where the bonfire party was held."
"Fuck!" Lu Jiaming frowned and cursed, "Why is this guy haunting me?"
"And he's the only one in my photos," Lu Jiayang murmured, "Could this be a coincidence?"
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