Xie Yuyao lowered her eyes and pondered for a few seconds before reluctantly saying, "I can only give you one photo, for the competition only."
"No problem! I'll go to the darkroom and develop it right away." Zhu Wensong said, having finally agreed, she dared not push her luck any further.
Xie Yuyao was a little curious about the darkroom. In later generations, with the advent of digital cameras, very few people still used film for photography. She said directly, "I want to go to the darkroom with you."
Zhu Wen hesitated for a moment, but seeing Xie Yuyao's resolute expression, he mistakenly thought she was worried that he would secretly develop more photos, so he agreed: "It's possible, but some of the chemicals in it will be harmful to your health, so you must not touch them."
"No problem." Xie Yuyao nodded in agreement.
She remembered a music video she had seen in her past life, which told the story of a girl and her photographer boyfriend.
A girl accompanied her photographer boyfriend to the darkroom to develop photos. She accidentally bumped into a shelf, causing the chemicals on the top shelf to spill out, ruining her eyes and leaving her blind.
Later, the girl received treatment and regained her sight, but her boyfriend disappeared without a trace. Finally, she saw her now-blind boyfriend on a park bench, and only then did she learn that he had donated his eyes to her.
Besides showcasing the exquisite beauty of love, this music video also reveals that life is full of unexpected events, and you never know when you might veer onto a completely different path.
Once in the darkroom, Zhu Wen turned on the lights, invited her inside, and told her which items she needed to be careful about.
Xie Yuyao stood cautiously in an empty corner, letting Zhu Wen do his own thing while she looked around.
The darkroom contained a large table covered with various items. Developing solutions and other chemicals were grouped together in one area, while another area held safelights of varying brightness for developing different styles of photographs.
Zhu Wen noticed Xie Yuyao's curiosity, smiled slightly, and then went about his business.
He wound the film onto the spool core of the developing tank, and after washing and injecting developing solution, he finally dried it into a film.
In the black and white photograph, the pretty girl coldly raises her eyes, her stunning beauty captivating the heart.
Unlike in later generations, we now only have black and white photographs, which are the ultimate test of a person's appearance. Any slight flaws in facial features or a stiff expression will be truthfully revealed in the photograph.
Xie Yuyao's photo, in terms of both appearance and expression, is truly one in a million; even in black and white, her lively charm cannot be erased.
Xie Yuyao nodded with satisfaction as she held the photo. "It's actually quite pretty," she thought.
"Comrade Xie, could you possibly print a few more sheets?"
Zhu Wen rubbed his hands together and pleaded, "Who doesn't love a beautiful woman? I want to keep one to admire."
Xie Yuyao rolled her eyes at him: "One entry isn't enough?"
"It's enough. But if something goes wrong, we can keep it as a backup." Zhu Wen's expression was slightly unnatural.
"Come on, I didn't even want to give you one in the first place," Xie Yuyao said with a smile. She then asked him for a bag, put the negatives and a photo in her bag, and put them in her bag.
Helpless, Zhu Wen could only send her out to meet up with the other educated youth. "If you want to take photos in the future, you can come to me directly. My photos are much better than those taken by photo studios."
His photography skills are indeed commendable, Xie Yuyao nodded.
Zhu Wen mistakenly thought she had agreed and happily saw them out.
Upon seeing the two of them, Wu Lihong hurriedly asked, "Yaoyao, did you get the film?"
"Yes, I got it."
Since Ren Fei was not in a good mood, and the purpose of this trip was to find Jiang Yan, and now that they had seen her, the three of them did not linger in the county town and went directly back to Qingshan Village by car.
In the evening, when the other educated youth returned from work, they heard about Jiang Yan's transformation and her successful joining the cultural troupe, and looked at Ren Fei with pity. If it weren't for Jiang Yan's interference, Ren Fei might have been on the acceptance list.
After getting off work, Zhao Honghui walked into the backyard of the educated youth compound as usual.
When Xie Yuyao saw him, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the bedroom. "Come here, I want to show you something."
Once inside the room, Xie Yuyao pulled out the photos and showed them off: "How are they? Pretty, right?"
Zhao Honghui nodded, stared at the photo for a few seconds, then took out his wallet from his pocket and put it inside.
Xie Yuyao: ......
"I'm already in front of you, why do you still need photos?" Xie Yuyao scolded.
The next second, she fell into the man's arms and was held tightly in his arms.
"Yaoyao, I need to leave for a while." Zhao Honghui's deep voice rang in her ears, causing Xie Yuyao to freeze in shock.
She broke free from his embrace, her gaze fixed on his eyes: "Where are we going?"
Zhao Honghui's eyes were filled with reluctance. His rough hand covered Yao Yao's cheek, and he said with difficulty, "Going to the army, I can't say the specifics."
"When are you coming back?" Xie Yuyao grabbed his hand and asked.
"It's still uncertain, but I'll try my best. If I really can't make it in time for the wedding, you have to wait for me, I will definitely come back."
Zhao Honghui's words made Xie Yuyao realize that he had been recalled to the army.
Even more serious is the fact that his words suggest the task he is about to undertake is arduous and dangerous.
Xie Yuyao swallowed her bitterness and asked again, "When are you leaving?"
"The day after tomorrow morning." Zhao Honghui hugged Yao Yao tightly again and told her everything he could.
It turned out that just as he was about to leave work, he received a call from his former regimental commander, who inquired about his health.
Zhao Honghui keenly sensed that the army needed him, and out of military discipline, he could not refuse, so he only vaguely replied that he would be done soon.
When the regimental commander asked him again if he could visit his old unit, he immediately replied that he could.
So, after hanging up the phone, he asked someone to buy him the next train ticket, which would be for the day after tomorrow.
After listening, Xie Yuyao remained silent for a long time, then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Okay, I'll prepare more medicine for you, you must keep it with you."
She couldn't stop Zhao Honghui's progress, so she could only prepare more life-saving medications for added protection.
"Dinner's ready!" Yang Shumei's voice rang out.
Xie Yuyao and Zhao Honghui composed themselves and left the room. Zhao Jianbin, who was serving the dishes, saw his older brother's expressionless face and asked with concern, "Brother, what happened?"
Zhao Honghui fetched water to wash his hands. "I'm going on a long trip the day after tomorrow, so you'll have to take on more of the work here."
"Where are you going?" Zhao Jianbin pressed. Seeing his older cousin remain silent, he guessed that there might be something he couldn't say, so he said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of all the heavy work here. But brother, how long will you be gone?"
Zhao Honghui shook his head. He really didn't know when he would return. It was inconvenient to say anything over the phone. He would only know the specific situation when he arrived at the military base.
Zhao Jianbin wanted to ask more, but Yang Shumei tugged at his sleeve and stopped him.
Yang Shumei said to Zhao Honghui, "Take care, and don't forget that Yaoyao is still here waiting for you to come back."
"I will." Zhao Honghui nodded solemnly.
The dinner was unusually somber. Xie Yuyao found it tasteless, as she couldn't understand why Zhao Honghui, a demobilized soldier, would be recalled to the army.
This isn't wartime, why would he be indispensable?
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