Chapter 267 Wedding Photos
Just a few days after arriving at the 16th Regiment, Wei Yang asked his secretary if he could borrow a red shirt.
He had just arrived at the regiment in the afternoon when Secretary Huang brought the red dress over.
Red clothes are hard to find. Even though Song Lubai wasn't satisfied with the style of this dress, such a perfect red color was truly rare, so she had no choice but to wear it.
Wei Zhao shook the clothes and said, "I think the shoulders are a bit wide, but wider is better than narrower. Let's try them on first."
When Song Lubai put it on, the shoulders were indeed a bit loose and the sleeves were a little short, so it was barely acceptable.
Having never worn such a vibrant color before, Song Lubai couldn't see her reflection, but the others stared intently.
Chen Dongyang, the little girl from Wei Zhao's family, flashed her pearly white teeth and said it looked pretty.
The red color made her cheeks look as radiant as peach blossoms, her skin even whiter, and her complexion incredibly healthy.
Wei Zhao gestured to Song Lubai, saying, "The sleeves could be a little longer, the waist a little tighter, and it would look even better if she wore a red skirt that reached her ankles, and heels too... Your figure is perfect for a cheongsam, it's such a pity..."
Wei Yang also felt it was a pity.
Unfortunately, Song Lubai came to this poor and remote place with him, and when she got married, she didn't even have a proper red dress to wear.
Song Lubai was wearing two layers of clothing on her upper body, and soon began to feel hot.
As she took off her clothes, she turned to Wei Yang and said, "Let's go take pictures now, and we can also take a look around the regimental headquarters."
Wei Zhao said, "Don't rush, let him change his clothes, put on that Zhongshan suit."
Wei Yang could only admire Song Lubai in her red dress, but when it was his turn to change, his ears turned red without him even realizing it.
Song Lubai had never seen Wei Yang wear a Zhongshan suit before. When he went back to his room to change his clothes and came back in, her eyes lit up.
He's tall, standing at 1.9 meters, and has to stoop to enter the room. This Zhongshan suit perfectly accentuates his physical advantages.
His facial features were already defined, and this outfit accentuated his angular features, while the closed collar and neatly trimmed lapels added a touch of composure.
The sharp stand-up collar fits the neckline perfectly, exuding a sense of power like an unsheathed sword. The straight shoulder line and narrow waist make him appear more upright, while the blue-black color adds a touch of solemnity.
Song Lubai thought to herself that even if Wei Yang didn't have a salary of over a hundred yuan and a cadre status, she would still want to date him based on his looks and physique.
Song Lubai remained silent. Wei Yang nervously tugged at his collar and asked, "How is it?"
Wei Zhao smiled and said, "It fits well, looks good, and is a bit like our dad when he was young."
Wei Yang floated over with expectant eyes, and Song Lubai said, "You look good in anything, and this outfit looks even better on you than your military uniform."
Wei Zhao's teeth ached from listening to this.
Wei Yang couldn't suppress the urge to smile.
Wei Zhao waved his hand to shoo them away, "Alright, you two go take pictures."
The sun was shining brightly outside, so both of them hung their coats on their arms.
Wei Yang's gaze kept drifting to the red dress hanging on Song Lubai's arm. Keeping things bottled up wasn't in his nature, so he said:
"When conditions allow in the future, I will buy you clothes. No, you can keep the money and tickets yourself and buy whatever you want."
Song Lubai smiled and glanced at him, "I don't need any clothes right now. I'll buy more when I can."
She had no shortage of clothes, but she didn't really have many.
The health center they passed was a small courtyard, with basic facilities similar in size to the street clinic in their hometown.
Song Lubai said, "This hospital can only treat minor ailments like headaches and fevers. For more serious problems, we have to send patients to the city."
Baishui City was the largest city they passed through on their journey south, but to be honest, the city's appearance was not as good as their hometown county.
The medical conditions here are extremely poor.
Wei Yang said, "There's nothing we can do about it. The 16th Regiment is like the 25th Company under the 6th Division. It's only been established for a few years. Things will get better in the future."
What he didn't say was that, given the current situation in the troupe, there's no hope for any development this year; the troupe's leadership isn't currently focused on ensuring everyone has enough to eat...
The two of them chose a good path, but when they arrived at the photo studio, their feet and legs were still covered in a layer of dirt.
The air is dry, and the soil on the ground is so thick that your clothes get dirty as soon as you go outside.
The photo studio was just a small room with only one photographer inside.
When the photographer heard that the couple was there to take wedding photos, he hung up the only Tiananmen Square backdrop.
The couple were both good-looking and seemed like cultured people; the master was very polite to them.
"I have a red hair accessory here. You can wear it in your hair; it will look festive in the photos. I can lend it to you for a day because I have something to do tomorrow. You have to return it after you're done."
Song Lubai's hair was braided into a plait. She practiced in front of the mirror for a while before finally settling on a style that satisfied her.
Her braids hung down her back, and a red hair clip was placed above her right ear.
The two men in the room remained silent, and she then used red paper to dye her lips bright red.
"Could you lend me a piece of red paper? We need it for our wedding tomorrow."
The staff member nodded and said, "Okay, you can just take one, we won't charge you."
The couple had good looks, but the photos they took could only be developed into black and white, which the photographer found regrettable.
The two sat on a bench with the view of Tiananmen Square behind them, and the driver directed them to sit a little closer together.
Nowadays, the social atmosphere is conservative, and couples can't even take photos shoulder to shoulder. Song Lubai thought it was still a happy thing. When the photographer said "keep the pose" and was about to press the shutter, the corners of her lips curved into a slight, barely noticeable arc.
The shop owner thought the negatives were good; the couple's slightly upturned smiles were subtle, and even in black and white, they looked festive when developed.
Wei Yang requested the film negatives, and the technician readily agreed.
The two of them looked so neat and tidy today, and the driver, seeing that they seemed to be paid employees, suggested, "Why don't you take a picture at the entrance of the production team? You can also take pictures in the wheat field. You two have made a special effort to get ready today, it would be a shame not to take more pictures."
Most of the people in the group were poor, and the photo studio's income wasn't good either. Since it was rare to run into these two, the photographer wanted to take a few more pictures.
After taking the photos, the two went home.
After wiping away the blackened eyebrows and washing off the color from her lips, Song Lubai sat on the bed and applied Friendship Cream.
The climate in Xinjiang is too dry. Back in her hometown, she never used face cream in the summer. But after moving to Xinjiang, she has to use several bottles a year. If she doesn't use it in the summer, her face will become so dry that it peels.
Song Lubai was taken aback when the broadcast from the troupe came on.
The broadcast was so loud that everyone living at the regimental headquarters could hear it.
Wei Yang said, "The broadcast goes on every morning at eight o'clock and afternoon at seven-thirty to remind everyone of the time. Let's go. Everyone in the regiment has finished get off work at this time, and no one has cooked yet. This is the perfect time for us to go."
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