"What?" Song Songbai felt as if he didn't hear clearly.
"Let's take some artistic photos." Zhou Yian said righteously.
Taking off clothes is quite an art, Song Songbai thought to himself.
"Can't we try another way?" Thinking of his promise during the day not to give her a cold face easily, Song Songbai held his forehead and discussed with her in a low voice.
"Think about it, when we are old, we can take out the photos and see how handsome you were in such a good figure. It will be so nice and full of feelings to recall the past." Zhou Yian took his hand and persuaded him.
"Am I not handsome anymore when I get old? Am I in bad shape?" Song Songbai was happy that he was in every future she could imagine.
But how does this portray his face and figure as fleeting as fireworks?
"That depends on your efforts. Keep exercising." Zhou Yian pouted, hoping to avoid becoming a greasy uncle in middle age.
"Um."
"Okay, there's no one else here." Zhou Yian looked around. It was time to get off work, so there were no one around.
Seeing the two of them together, the rest of the people kindly retreated.
As a result, there are only two of them around now.
Song Songbai stood below for a while, but was finally pushed into the car by An An.
Nowadays, tractors are all open-top, so Zhou Yian also got on one. "It feels quite different."
Of course she had sat in the yard before, but there was not much scenery in the yard, unlike now in the fields, where the scenery was different when she stood higher.
Song Songbai felt that he had finally prepared himself mentally. Just take off the clothes. As a man, he was not afraid of anything. He just took the photos.
Zhou Yian took out another piece of clothing.
Today, Song Songbai wore a black shirt to make it easier to work and avoid getting dirty, but Zhou Yian thought he looked particularly good in a white shirt.
It’s a pity that he didn’t have glasses at that time, otherwise, with his gold-rimmed glasses, wouldn’t he look like a gentlemanly villain?
Song Songbai took it and put it on without saying a word, his movements as fast as ever.
After he changed his clothes, Zhou Yian got out of the car and took several photos from different angles.
These are the same film rolls as the ones I took before, and these are serious photos that can be shown to others.
I changed the film myself. Zhou Yian has studied this camera quite thoroughly, so now I have no problem changing it myself.
She planned to shoot some indecent things with this film.
Song Songbai accepted it and let her do what she wanted.
Zhou Yian tore open his white shirt and two buttons fell off.
Song Songbai didn't know what to say. Why didn't he have such strong hands when he was working?
Zhou Yian gave him a flattering smile, which showed that she had great potential.
Zhou Yian was happily taking pictures and asked people to take off their clothes. He felt that his photography skills were improving day by day and he was quite happy taking pictures.
"Are you okay?" Song Songbai asked in a hoarse voice.
We have been shooting for a long time.
"Alright, alright." Zhou Yian saw that he was really unable to bear it anymore, so he tried to comfort him. "Look down at me with a loving look. This is the last one."
Song Songbai really believed her lies and repeated the last picture several times.
Sure enough, Zhou Yian spoke again, "Come down, come down, lean against the car, and pull a little."
Song Songbai got out of the car with his clothes.
"Hey, don't pick up the clothes, just put your hands on the car," Zhou Yian shouted at him.
My own wife, my own, Song Songbai thought to himself. He had promised An An at noon that he would not ignore her in the future.
Zhou Yian didn't dare to ask Song Songbai to make him move, so he looked around for an angle and took a picture that he thought looked good.
Let Song Songbai walk again.
Zhou Yian looked at him with an innocent expression. This was really the last one.
I did it anyway.
After a roll of film was used up, Zhou Yian finished his work with satisfaction.
Seeing her finish work, Song Songbai also put on the clothes he wore when he first started working. He actually felt a little relieved that at least he didn't have to take off his pants.
Of course Zhou Yian thought about it, but after weighing it, he knew that Song Songbai would definitely not agree, so he gave up.
"What should I do with the white shirt?" Song Songbai picked up the clothes and the buttons on the car.
"I'll just sew it up when the time comes." Zhou Yian didn't even raise his head. Compared to the photo, this was nothing.
"Alright, alright." Zhou Yian thought about it for a moment, and felt that every piece was a masterpiece. He happily pulled Song Songbai's hand and put the cumbersome clothes into the space. "Then let's go home."
Seeing her excitement, Song Songbai narrowed his eyes and smiled. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "It's a courtesy to return the favor. How about we go back and take your artistic photos?"
How to shoot it? Is she, a modern person, afraid of this?
Of course she would be afraid of strangers, but why should she be afraid of her husband?
This was Zhou Yian's first thought, so he responded casually, "Okay."
When Song Songbai heard the reply, he didn't know what he was thinking about, and his Adam's apple rolled.
"It means we'll have to sleep on separate beds for five days." Zhou Yian was still smiling. She didn't care, but she was afraid that Song Songbai couldn't bear it.
Song Songbai clenched his teeth, his jawline condensing. "Got it. We'll shoot again in two days."
"Hahaha." She knew it when Zhou Yian burst into laughter without any restraint.
Even the deepest depression was swept away by her bell-like laughter, and all that was left was a mixture of laughter and tears.
"It's too noisy." Song Songbai smiled and dragged her over to cover her mouth. Soon everyone came over to laugh, and he felt itchy inside.
Zhou Yian didn't care about him. She covered her mouth and laughed. She leaned her back against him and laughed so hard that Song Songbai's hands felt numb.
Just cover the person's mouth with one hand and pick him up with the other hand and walk away.
"Mmmm." Zhou Yian patted him. In front of him were the villagers' houses.
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