As for the highlight, the marriage certificate, he found a walnut-colored frame of suitable size and color to frame it, and placed it on the side of the porcelain vase.
The dark brown carved small round table complements the walnut-colored picture frame, and together with the white porcelain vase, there is no distinction between the main and the secondary. It is neither too dominant nor too abrupt, but rather reveals a unique sense of harmonious beauty.
The middle-aged photographer's face rarely showed the youthful expression of pride and a bit of boasting. He clapped his hands and asked Yun Qiao with a smile, "How is it? My set is pretty good, right?"
"Beautiful!" Yun Qiao gave the photographer a thumbs up.
The photographer couldn't help but sigh, "It's been ages since I've really used my skills. Everyone's either standing or sitting down, using standard poses. Even the slightest bit of creativity feels undignified. My skills are almost ruined."
Yun Qiao immediately said, "Don't waste it, don't waste it. Let's shoot according to your aesthetic today. We absolutely believe in your craftsmanship."
A good photographer is hard to come by, so if you meet one, you must not let him go.
"Okay, then I'll let go." The photographer said with a smile.
He was quite satisfied with Yun Qiao's outfit. The burgundy wool cardigan matched the scene quite well, but He Tingjun's green military uniform didn't match the scene, which had a bit of ancient charm.
At the photographer's suggestion, He Tingjun changed into the studio's Mao suit.
He stood straight and straight, a typical clothes hanger. The Zhongshan suit that most people couldn't carry off fit him perfectly, as if it was tailor-made for him.
The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and just standing there together was a beautiful picture. The photographer was very satisfied, and inspiration came like a spring. Finally, he raised his camera and snapped more than a dozen close-ups and group photos.
He took the photos briskly, then realized afterward that he felt a little embarrassed: "I just took a total of eighteen photos. At one dollar per five-inch photo, that's eighteen dollars. Can you guys take them all?"
Eighteen yuan is equivalent to half a month's salary as a regular employee.
"Yes, of course."
This is a wedding photo, which has great commemorative significance. She would be willing to spend not only 18 yuan but even 28 yuan.
Back in the 1980s, Western-style wedding photos were popular in Shanghai. A complete set of makeup, hairdo, wedding dress, and suit would cost at least 188 yuan! It was not uncommon for wealthy people to spend tens of thousands of yuan on wedding photos.
Yun Qiao went out today and only brought ten yuan with her. She didn't have enough money, so she turned to He Tingjun and asked, "Brother He, do you have enough money? If not, let's pay a deposit first. We can discuss the rest with the photographer and give it to him when we pick up the photos."
"Just take care of it, I have enough money."
He Tingjun changed out of his Zhongshan suit and into his green military uniform. He took out his wallet from his inside pocket, took out two photos of the Great Unity, and handed them to the photographer: "Here."
The photographer took the money, issued them a receipt, and handed it back to He Tingjun along with the two yuan change. "Here's the receipt. Come back to pick up the photos in half a month."
"I remember you took family photos with your family a few days ago? That's still a week away. If you find it troublesome and don't want to come here, you can pick it up together then."
He Tingjun nodded in agreement: "Okay."
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