"Then I won't shoot it either."
"Let me take a picture."
"That was the first group photo in history. The first individual photo should be taken by an official."
Some people want to take pictures, and some don’t.
However, the spot was soon given to Zhao Zhen, as it was natural that he should take the first solo photo in history.
Zhao Zhen did not refuse, and sat on the chair and said, "Then I will take the first solo photo."
Everyone dispersed and gave their seat to Zhao Zhen alone.
Soon Su Song took another photo.
Next, I wanted to take a solo photo of myself, as well as a group photo of two or three people.
Zhao Zhen took two pictures and then stopped - the light was really dazzling.
He stood up and walked over to Zhao Jun. Seeing that he didn't take a solo photo, he asked curiously, "Grandson, why don't you take one?"
“Let them shoot first.”
Zhao Jun smiled and said, "I got tired of filming before, but now they are still enjoying the novelty. Let them have their fun. There is still a long time to film in the future."
When Zhao Zhen looked over, he saw that everyone was smiling.
Even those who had previously said they didn't want to take solo photos, after getting used to the flash, all came over and shamelessly asked for another one.
The warm orange sun shines down, illuminating everyone's smiling face.
In a trance, it was like a golden afterglow.
Before I knew it, eighteen years had passed.
The Constitutional Yuan has changed several times.
Of the original old people, only Yan Shu and Fan Zhongyan are left.
Lü Yijian, Wang Zeng, Sheng Du, Wang Sui and others passed away one after another and could not see the present Song Dynasty.
The rest of the people are also getting old, and no one knows when they will go to the grave.
The memories of the past came flooding back like a tide.
Lu Yijian's patient guidance.
Wang Zeng’s earnest teachings.
Shengdu is tireless in teaching.
Wang Sui is tolerant and easy-going.
Their appearances and smiles seem to be vivid in my mind.
Looking around, the old ministers all had white hair.
Even Zhao Jun had gray hair on his temples and looked a little weathered.
Zhao Zhen felt a little sad for some reason and whispered, "If only time could be like a photograph, frozen in this moment forever."
Zhao Jun stood beside him and whispered, "Time cannot be frozen, but history will. History will always remember us. It will remember our youthful glory, our dedicated efforts for the rise of the Song Dynasty, and the renewed vision we will bring to the world after our death. That is enough."
"Let's go, let's take a photo together, grandparents and grandchildren."
Zhao Zhen took Zhao Jun's hand.
The two walked in front of the camera, and this time Zhao Zhen did not sit down.
“Crack!”
After changing a plate of photosensitive material, Su Song pressed the shutter again.
In the picture, Zhao Jun and Zhao Zhen both smiled, and they didn't look as serious as they did in the photo just now.
The two men stood side by side, like a pair of brothers.
time.
It stops at this moment.
Don't know the future.
Where will it go?
(End): 6lk
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