Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Today is Shocking Xiao Song
"How could that be?" Jiang Ling retorted, "Getting married in front of the whole factory, with the factory director as the witness."
It can be called a large-scale social death scene.
Jiang Ling said seriously, "Really, there won't be such a lively wedding in the next few decades."
He asked softly, "Do you like it?"
Jiang Ling asked him back, "Do you like it?"
"If you like me, I like it." Song Guanshu said with a smile.
Jiang Ling raised her hand and placed it on Song Guanshu's lips. "Please face my question and don't avoid it. When you were standing on the stage and listening to Director Ding's speech, how did you feel at that time?"
Song Guanshu's eyes fell on Jiang Ling's face with gentleness. Just as he was about to speak, he was suppressed by Jiang Ling's threat.
"Don't lie."
He smiled helplessly and indulgently, "If the answer is not what you want to hear, you will think I am lying, which is unfair to me. Why not just tell me what kind of answer you want to hear."
Song Guanshu subconsciously wanted to avoid his original psychological activities and didn't want Jiang Ling to know his ugly thoughts in the past.
When faced with Jiang Ling's question, he chose to avoid the question.
"Song Guanshu, I find that you are becoming less and less sincere." Or maybe he has always been like this.
Jiang Ling didn't like Song Guanshu like this. There were no secrets between them, so what was there that couldn't be told to her?
She was furious.
"I don't want to talk to you." Jiang Ling stuffed a piece of cake into his hand and pushed him out.
"Hurry up and go to work."
For no reason, Jiang Ling was made angry. Song Guanshu stood at the door, not understanding why he had done this. He clearly wanted to make up with Jiang Ling for what he had not done before marriage, but he ended up saying the wrong thing and making her unhappy.
He wanted to knock on the door to explain, but was afraid of making Jiang Ling even more unhappy, so he just sighed in his heart and left quietly.
Jiang Ling in the room didn't know why she was angry, and she felt suffocated when she thought about it.
She is not a stubborn person and will not allow herself to be unhappy for a long time.
Jiang Ling slowly crawled back into bed and prepared to continue sleeping.
I slept until noon and was woken up by the sound of firecrackers from a wedding behind me. I guess they were bringing their new bride back.
Jiang Ling got out of bed in a daze, glanced at her watch, and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock, so she covered herself up and had lunch.
The weather is cool now, and food won't go bad if left overnight. Jiang Ling put the leftover food from the previous night into the pot and heated it up.
While making a fire, Jiang Ling was still thinking in her heart that the emotion she felt in the morning was really inexplicable, what was the relationship between her and Song Guanshu, and it was normal that Song Guanshu didn't want to tell her.
Similarly, there were many things she would not tell Song Guanshu.
Although I have persuaded myself to calm down, I still feel a sense of grievance that I can't explain.
When Song Guanshu returned home in the evening, there was no trace of anger on Jiang Ling's face, and she looked the same as usual.
He felt relieved. While at the factory, he kept thinking about what happened in the morning. When it was time to get off work, he immediately rushed home.
Song Guanshu's smile was filled with subtle caution. "It's getting colder today. I bought a few crucian carps at the market. How about making crucian carp and tofu soup?"
Jiang Ling nodded, "Okay, I'll put more cilantro in my bowl."
"I know you like coriander." Song Guanshu showed Jiang Ling a bunch of fresh coriander he had bought today.
Jiang Ling smiled and nodded, feeling very happy at the thought that she would be able to drink the hot crucian carp soup soon.
Song Guanshu still did not forget his purpose. While Jiang Ling was doing her skin care, he said, "You haven't taken photos for a long time. Your birthday is coming next month. You should go to the photo studio to take some photos as a souvenir."
Jiang Ling is a person who loves beauty. Specifically, she would take hundreds of beautiful photos with her mobile phone when she went out for fun. On special days, she would also make an appointment with a photographer to take photos.
It’s hard to imagine that she has been in this world for such a long time but has never had a photo taken of her.
Jiang Ling nodded without hesitation, "Go!"
Contented, Song Guanshu's face was full of smiles, "I'm free the day after tomorrow, let's go together."
Jiang Ling asked casually, "Don't you have to go to work?"
"No need, Brother Gui said that everything will be fine at the factory the day after tomorrow."
Jiang Ling didn't doubt him, "Okay, let's go take pictures together."
She hasn't been to a photo studio from this era yet.
Song Guanshu's conclusion that he is free the day after tomorrow comes from the fact that when he goes to work tomorrow, he will tell Li Gui that something has to happen at home the day after tomorrow, and Li Gui will not refuse his leave.
So he enjoyed his hard-earned vacation time with peace of mind.
That day was Thursday and Chen Xiangyang had classes all day.
Unlike Wednesday, when primary school students have half a day off, when he and Jiang Ling were taking pictures, there might be Chen Xiangyang to disturb them.
Jiang Ling naturally didn't know about Song Guanshu's thoughts. In order to look good on camera, she started to have a regular schedule and diet. She even didn't drink too much water on Wednesday night to prevent edema when on camera.
Jiang Ling chose to take photos in the afternoon because her facial condition was better in the afternoon and the edema caused by sleeping at night would disappear in the afternoon.
If possible, she would prefer to take photos before going to bed, as that is when she is in her best condition during the day.
Early Thursday morning, when Song Guanshu heard Jiang Ling say that she wanted to go take photos in the afternoon, he felt fortunate that he had avoided Wednesday.
"good."
The two came to the photo studio. There were not many customers on weekdays. Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu waited for more than half an hour before it was their turn.
When the staff at the photo studio saw that it was a man and a woman, they subconsciously thought that they were an engaged couple who were taking wedding photos.
"Are you here to take wedding photos? How many photos do you want?"
"No, I..."
Jiang Ling's explanation was interrupted by Song Guanshu, who asked the staff for photos of each price range.
I saw young couples dressed fashionably, especially the lesbians. The clothes they wore were all styles you see on TV. You could tell at a glance that they were rich.
Then we must promote it vigorously and let them take more photos.
Although there is no commission for selling a lot, there is a bonus at the end of the month, which can be used to buy an extra two kilograms of meat.
She vigorously promoted various styles of wedding photos, and finally said, "You two are both good-looking, so you should capture your most beautiful appearance when you are young."
Jiang Ling explained, "Comrade, I want to take a photo of myself."
Facing the slightly surprised look of the salesperson, Song Guanshu smiled and said, "This comrade is right. Why don't we take a few photos of the two of us? I will bring enough money before I go out, so don't worry."
It sounded like she was reluctant to spend money.
The staff was very understanding and did not force the customer to place an order. "It's okay, comrade. You can take photos of yourself or your partner as long as you like. I just think that since you two are such a good match, you should sit together and take some photos of your partner, so that you can see the two of you sitting together from a third person's perspective."
This must be a gold medal salesperson. She clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her chest, and said in a pleading tone, "It's fine for the two customers to take a photo together, but if you take a photo together, please allow our store to display your photos on the wall. After seeing your photos together, there will definitely be many couples willing to come to our store to take photos."
Jiang Ling is a somewhat vain little girl, how could she resist this temptation?
Song Guanshu also said, "It's not easy for the staff, why not give them a hand?"
“Then let’s shoot.”
Choose to take two couple photos, and a few individual photos.
Song Guanshu paid a part of the deposit, and the remaining balance will be paid when he picks up the photos after they are developed.
The two took the receipt issued by the staff, walked into the photo studio, and handed the receipt to the staff who took the photo.
The female comrade who took the photo was very patient. She asked Jiang Ling what effect she wanted and guided her to pose according to the characteristics of the era.
Jiang Ling opened her eyes wide, smiling, with a pair of pigtails, and looked at the camera with energy.
"Click", the female staff member pressed the shutter, and her appearance just now was quickly frozen.
Finally, two photos were taken. One was of Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu sitting on a chair together, and the other was of Jiang Ling sitting on a chair with Song Guanshu standing behind him.
The lesbian taking the photo said in a gentle voice, "Yes, gay men, don't get too close."
"The look a gay man gives his lover is very nice. Keep it still."
She quickly pressed the shutter and praised, "The couple looks so good, like movie stars."
Although they only aim to restore the customers' appearance when taking photos, they will take photos as they do. When they meet good-looking customers like this young couple, they can naturally take good-looking photos, and she is naturally very satisfied.
After taking the photos, you cannot get them immediately.
"After three days, you can come and pick up the photos with your payment receipt. If you don't come to pick them up for too long, the photos will pile up and get lost. We are not responsible for that."
Before leaving, the staff told Song Guanshu.
Song Guanshu went to get the photos and negatives on Sunday afternoon. When Jiang Ling came home from school, she saw a row of photos on the table.
Chen Xiangyang went home with her, so he naturally saw it.
He was much more excited than Jiang Ling. "Ling, when did you go take pictures? They are really beautiful."
He picked it up and gestured at Jiang Ling's ear.
Chen Xiangyang picked up the photos and flipped through them, "Why is there still brother here? Did you two take a group photo?"
He said aggrievedly, "You went to take a group photo, but you didn't even mention taking me with you."
Song Guanshu took the photo from him and said slowly, "When I married Jiang Ling, I didn't bring you with me. Why didn't you want to be together with me at that time?"
"That's different. We didn't know each other when you two got married. Besides, wouldn't it be a bit redundant for me to go to your wedding?" He immediately denied his thoughts, "No, I can go with my brother to welcome the bride."
Song Guanshu didn't bother with the fool. He said, "This is our wedding photo."
Chen Xiangyang was shocked. "You two have been married for almost two years, and you are only taking wedding photos now."
"That shouldn't be the case. In our village, young people who are not that poor take wedding photos before they get married."
"What are you two doing...?" Feeling the death gaze from Song Guanshu, he still didn't realize he was wrong and continued chattering.
Song Guanshu thought that he should send him to learn a craft on weekend nights. He should not only learn the knowledge in the textbooks, but also learn some things outside the textbooks that could be useful in the future.
Jiang Ling looked at the photo of the two of them carefully several times. The more she looked, the more satisfied she was. She was really pretty, and Song Guanshu's presence next to her did not affect the harmony and beauty of the photo.
She asked nonchalantly, "When you went there today, did the staff tell you to hang our pictures on the wall?"
Song Guanshu nodded with a smile on his lips, knowing that she was just like that.
"I told you that these photos of yours are beautiful. I selected two of them. Since I want to use your photos, I'm waiving the charge for two photos."
He picked out two photos, one of which was a solo photo of Jiang Ling, in which she was smiling very brightly.
The other photo was a group photo of the two of them, one standing and one sitting. Song Guanshu looked down at Jiang Ling with gentle and affectionate eyes.
Jiang Ling carefully looked at the two photos again, her face beaming with joy. "They have good taste. I also think these two are the best."
In fact, the mainstream perception is that a photo of two people sitting side by side looks better, and the photo studio originally wanted to choose that photo to put on the photo wall for public display.
It was Song Guanshu who discussed with the staff and used his eloquence to make this photo, which looked more sentimental, be selected.
Chen Xiangyang was even more excited than the two parties involved. He fiddled with the photos with great interest and said, "When you have time, go buy a photo frame and put these photos in it. Place it in a prominent place so that guests at home can see it at a glance."
For the first time, Song Guanshu found Chen Xiangyang's words pleasing to the ear.
But he was not so happy to hear the next sentence, "Let's take two photos together and put them in the photo frame. How meaningful it is."
"But I think we can buy a camera and take pictures whenever we want, without having to go to a photo studio."
Song Guanshu had no objection to buying a camera, but if he did so, there would most likely be a discordant factor in the photo of him and Jiang Ling.
He didn't want to, so he didn't say anything.
Jiang Ling raised her hand to show her approval, "This is a good idea, I agree, I'll take a picture of you!"
Song Guanshu didn't ask why Jiang Ling took pictures when she had never used a camera before. He smiled and nodded, "I'll go to the state-owned mall tomorrow to ask about the price."
Although he said he was asking about the price, when he got off work the next day, Song Guanshu brought back a latest model of Seagull camera.
Facing this big stupid thing, Jiang Ling suddenly remembered that she didn't know how to use this antique camera which was as old as her father.
Song Guanshu saw that she didn't know how to use it, so he took the initiative to say, "I'll teach you."
When he bought it, the staff taught him the basic usage, how to turn it on and off, how to load the film, and most importantly, how to press the shutter button.
Jiang Ling had a foundation and learned very quickly.
She asked Song Guanshu to be her model, "Look at me, smile, this posture is very good, keep it and don't move, three, two, one!"
After the photo was taken, Jiang Ling took out the film and gave it to Song Guanshu. Although he couldn't see anything yet, he still praised, "It's a great photo."
Jiang Ling had to be polite for a moment, "You are good-looking, so you look good no matter how you take the photo."
Of course, this is not just a compliment.
He is indeed a good-looking person with three-dimensional features, and he is the most photogenic.
Jiang Ling had just taken a photo of him, and Song Guanshu wanted to take one for her.
"Take a few more photos and send them to be developed together."
Jiang Ling did not refuse, but there was really no room for creativity at home, so she stopped after taking only two photos.
“Forget it, forget it, don’t take any more photos.” The photos turned out to be exactly the same, like copy and paste, and my face was about to break from laughing.
The next day, when Chen Xiangyang came home to go to North City University with Jiang Ling, he saw the camera on the cabinet at a glance.
"Brother, you are so efficient. You bought it back so quickly."
Chen Xiangyang imitated the photographers he saw on TV and in newspapers, holding the camera in front of his eyes and waving it around. In fact, he was not even as good as Jiang Ling, he was just pretending.
Seeing him like this, Jiang Ling was no longer in a hurry to go to class. She smiled and said, "Go outside. I'll take two photos of you."
How could anyone refuse to take a photo? Chen Xiangyang agreed without hesitation.
Taking a photo of him is not as simple as taking a photo of Song Guanshu. There is no need to find an angle because he looks good from any angle.
Jiang Ling found a few angles and asked Chen Xiangyang to change a few positions. "Just like that, don't move. Smile. Three, two, one, OK."
The flash went off and the photo was taken.
She waved her hand and called Song Guanshu over, "Come here and take a photo of you two brothers."
Song Guanshu did not refuse.
After Song Guanshu entered the frame, Jiang Ling was sure that it was not her photography skills that had declined, but the quality of the people photographed that had declined.
With Song Guanshu added to the photo, the whole photo suddenly looks much better.
Chen Xiangyang excitedly handed the camera to Song Guanshu, "Brother, take a photo of me and Ling."
Song Guanshu was unhappy, very unhappy.
He thought he would buy a camera so that he could take many photos of him and Jiang Ling.
The truth is, only he and Jiang Ling know how to use it, which means it is difficult for them to take photos in the same frame at the same time.
It was still the same angle, and it was still Chen Xiangyang, but the person taking the photo with him had changed.
"Okay, we're done."
Song Guanshu walked home with his camera in hand, "Let's go home for dinner."
Jiang Ling and Song Guanshu had not had breakfast yet. Chen Xiangyang would come to their house for dinner every Saturday and Sunday.
Song Guanshu seldom spoke during meals. It was usually Jiang Ling and Chen Xiangyang who spoke, and he would join in the conversation.
Today, he took the initiative to speak, contrary to his usual practice, "Xiangyang, do you like taking pictures?"
Song Guanshu's attitude towards him was better than ever before, and Chen Xiangyang was simply flattered.
"I like it, bro."
"But I don't have time." He has classes all day and night from Monday to Friday. When the weekend finally comes, he still has to accompany Jiang Ling to North City University.
He had no complaints about accompanying Jiang Ling to school. After all, he liked playing ball and could play for two consecutive days.
But he really didn't have time.
Song Guanshu said in a deep voice, "As long as you like it, I'll ask the staff at the photo studio if they're willing to teach you photography on Sunday night."
Jiang Ling felt that at this moment Song Guanshu was especially like a parent who was about to enroll his child in an interest class.
When Chen Xiangyang got on the bus with Jiang Ling, he realized belatedly that if this continued, he wouldn't even have half a day to rest from Monday to Sunday.
Even the donkeys in the production team didn’t do this.
Chen Xiangyang had met Zhao Jingxue several times at Beicheng University, and when he met her again, he was no longer surprised.
He thought that he would definitely not eat with her this time, and would go back to the court early so as not to let Jiang Ling wait too long.
Walking on a playground in November is not really a good idea.
Chen Xiangyang is a single-threaded creature. He only remembers that they couldn’t have dinner together, and he doesn’t remember anything else.
Zhao Jingxue wanted to take him to a hot drink shop outside the school, but Chen Xiangyang thought it was too cold outside and female comrades were afraid of the cold, so they should find a place to sit down.
A few years ago, there were restrictions on college students dating on campus. When counselors heard that students were dating, they would try to persuade them.
In recent years, with the change in social trends, couples holding hands have gradually appeared on campus.
There were two tables of young couples chatting and talking in the hot drink shop.
Zhao Jingxue sighed in her heart countless times at the wonder of fate. After being at the police station, she never thought that she would meet him on the campus of North City University.
She lives in the teachers' dormitory on weekdays and usually goes home to rest and spend time with her elders on weekends.
Ever since she last met Chen Xiangyang by chance on the basketball court on the weekend, Zhao Jingxue's regular life has been disrupted. Normally, she would go home every week, but in the past month, she has not been home for a long time because of "overtime work".
Chen Xiangyang naturally didn't notice it, he just thought it was a chance encounter.
Although she is taciturn and quiet, Chen Xiangyang is a very outgoing and talkative person. There will never be a dull moment when he is around.
Even university teachers would not look down on Chen Xiangyang when they heard that an adult studied with elementary school students. They would only think that he was ambitious.
Zhao Jingxue asked patiently, "Are there any questions you don't understand in class?"
She is the most educated child in the family and is also a teacher. Her cousins sometimes send their children to her house when she is on vacation so that she can teach them together.
For her, answering Chen Xiangyang's questions and solving his problems is the same as teaching her cousins.
After all, Chen Xiangyang is in his twenties. It would be too embarrassing if he still couldn't understand what was being taught to a group of young kids again.
"That's very simple, I can understand it." In some cases, he is also a person who cares about face.
He went to school not for the purpose of taking exams, but as long as he could master the basic knowledge, it would be enough. "The teacher said that I could graduate from primary school in about a year."
Zhao Jingxue raised the corners of her lips, "That's amazing. I see that you seem to come to North City University every weekend. How about this? When you come on weekends, bring your textbooks with you and I'll help you catch up on your courses in advance. If you study more on weekends, you can finish your elementary school courses faster."
Chen Xiangyang's eyes widened. Doesn't this mean that he would have to continue attending classes even on Saturdays and Sundays, truly working without a break all year round?
Facing Zhao Jingxue's sincere gaze, it was difficult for him to say no.
He felt so sad, "That would be great."
Jiang Ling was used to not finding Chen Xiangyang at the stadium again.
When Xiao Shan saw Jiang Ling coming, he took the initiative to say, "Xiang Yang was called away by the same female comrade again."
He remembered what Jiang Ling had asked before, and before Jiang Ling could speak, he said, "Looks to be around 27 or 28 years old, very young, not ugly."
"I asked a few more questions and he said he was a teacher from the School of International Relations. We have taken several courses on international relations in the School of Foreign Affairs. I will help you find out about this teacher next time."
Jiang Ling couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "Great! Thank you for your help."
"It's okay, it's no trouble."
He hesitated, "I just heard from afar that female comrade said that she wanted to invite Chen Xiangyang to sit at a hot drink shop near the school gate."
Jiang Ling's eyes lit up, "Do you know where it is?"
"I know." The store is very famous among students and is known for its high prices. Even poor students who can't afford to go there have heard of this name.
Jiang Ling was afraid that she would go out, but Chen Xiangyang came back and the two of them parted ways.
Xiao Shan was considerate and said, "I'll tell Lao Wu that if Xiang Yang comes back halfway, let him wait for you."
That’s a good idea.
Xiao Shan added, "That beverage shop tastes good. Even if Chen Xiangyang is not here, it's nice to go there and have a drink."
Jiang Ling believes that the product is carefully selected by college students. If the college students all say it is good, then the product must be of good quality and low price.
Arriving at the door of the hot drink shop, Jiang Ling did not rush in, but stood outside the door stealthily and looked inside. Sure enough, she saw Chen Xiangyang. She waved her hand and asked Xiaoshan to come and see.
Xiao Shan spoke in a low voice, fearing to alert the people inside, "Yes, it's that female comrade."
Song Guanshu and Li Gui were discussing something with someone, and they were only two bus stops away from Beicheng University.
I don’t know if the poor little Jiang Ling is still waiting for Chen Xiangyang in the cold wind. I glanced at the time and Jiang Ling should have just finished class.
If he rushed over at this time, he could take Jiang Ling out for dinner.
When he walked near North City University, he saw a familiar figure from a distance.
The strange thing is that the person behind Jiang Ling was not Chen Xiangyang, but a strange man.
He narrowed his eyes and walked closer quickly.
Song Guanshu said calmly: "What are you doing?"
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