Lin Lu seems to be talented not only in studying. After taking a super handsome photo of Song Chen, she gradually feels that she is even better than Song Chen.
"Fuck, Song Lao Si, this photo of yours could be a star contestant. Isn't it said that men become more popular as they get older? You might actually become famous."
Song Chen took the camera and took a look. He was indeed quite handsome, but he felt that his face accounted for the greatest credit.
When Lin Lu said he wanted to be a star, he replied, "If I were to be a star, would you be willing to do that? I'd hug other women and kiss them every day, and there would be a bunch of little girls calling me brother."
After Hong Kong TV dramas were introduced to the mainland, young girls loved to talk about the handsome male stars the most.
Of course, male fans are also crazy. There are photos of female stars everywhere in the room, and some even do strange things to the photos.
Lin Lu admired his own masterpiece again: "You are so narcissistic. You take my compliments seriously. But I heard that being a celebrity makes money. If you go, you can really make a lot of money for me. How about I be your agent?"
Song Chen: "I'm afraid by then people won't know which of us is the real artist."
Although his wife criticized him, Song Chen still secretly praised her.
Lin Lu: "Okay, stop joking. I'll take a few more pictures for you."
Compared to Lin Lu's refusal to cooperate with the photo shoot, Song Chen was very cooperative. He imitated movie stars by posing, sticking out his tongue and making all kinds of crazy expressions.
Lin Lu was embarrassed: "Be normal, you don't want your descendants to see these photos in the future, right?"
Anything can be used as a handle.
Although he changed into a white shirt specifically for this photo shoot, and indeed had the look of a young father, his expression was different.
Lin Lu is a serious person and likes to shoot serious things.
Song Chen made those expressions for Lin Lu to see. Some photos could only be viewed by the two of them. They were first saved in the camera and then transferred to the computer.
Song Chen: "What do you want to feel?"
Lin Lu directed: "Look over there and pretend you noticed I was secretly photographing you. Give me a sidelong glance. Remember to only look with your eyes, don't tilt your head. That's the kind of expression of contempt you need."
Song Chen was quite expressive when he listened to her instructions and manipulation.
Lin Lu was very satisfied: "That's the feeling. Look, how handsome."
Song Chen rolled up his sleeves and said, "So you like this style. I can take photos of it too. It's because you didn't cooperate with me. Now go change into a skirt and I'll take photos of you too."
Lin Lu was in no mood to change clothes just to take a few photos: "Don't I look good in this outfit?"
It looks good, but Song Chen selfishly wanted the two people to wear the same clothes, so that people would know as soon as they saw the photo that they were taken on the same day, at the same time, under the same sun, and with the same happy mood.
Lin Lu couldn't persuade him, so she changed into a white dress. Although it was spring, it was still a bit cold to wear a skirt in this weather.
"Take a good-looking picture for me. If you take an ugly picture, I'll kill you."
Song Chen bent down to help her tidy up her clothes and shoes, and also imitated the pose that Lin Lu had envisioned for taking photos.
"Absolutely beautiful, this one is beautiful. I'll take a few more pictures of this pose, please don't move."
While taking the photos, I caught a glimpse of the flowers planted by Lin Jingbei on the balcony. They were in full bloom, and they stood out against the deer in the background.
He started to have an idea and said, "Wait a minute."
Ran upstairs and picked a big red flower.
If my son knew about this, he would definitely be scolded, but I couldn’t do anything about it. It’s just so immoral.
Song Chen pinned the flower on Lin Lu's ear: "It looks good this way. Come, let me give you a close-up of your face."
Lin Lu didn't move, staring at his camera, but said, "Will it look tacky?"
Song Chen assured her: "No, it's very beautiful. Let me show you."
Sunshine, profile, red flowers, hair that seems to be dyed with starlight, and flowers blooming beautifully.
It is indeed a beautiful photo.
Song Chen sighed again: "Goddess."
This was a word that came out of his mouth, a word that belonged exclusively to Lin Lu.
After taking a few more pictures, I suddenly heard the sound of the gate outside. The pictures of the two of us were taken in the yard. The wall was very high, so people outside could not see inside.
The two looked outside the door. The moment Li Xianglian and Lin Jingbei appeared at the same time, they looked like a thief who had been caught.
A little cramped.
Li Xianglian: "What are you doing?"
If they took pictures in their own yard for a long time, would they be laughed at?
Glancing at Lin Ku's skirt, Li Xianglian was curious: "The weather hasn't warmed up yet, Lulu, why are you wearing a skirt? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
In fact, she was wearing long-sleeved shirt and long trousers inside, and long boots on her feet.
Lin Lu laughed awkwardly: "We are just having fun. I am taking a picture of Song Chen. Do you want to take a picture?"
Lin Jingbei looked at the red flower pinned on his mother's ear, and then looked at the flower on the balcony that was in full bloom when he watered it himself last night, but now only the stem is left.
I feel a little sad, but I dare not say anything.
Song Chen: "Let us take some photos. If you feel uncomfortable, I will buy you a bouquet someday."
The careless old father is not that careful.
Lin Jingbei: "I don't want it."
Song Chen waved to Li Xianglian and asked Lin Lu to put the flower on her head. "Come, Mom, I'll take a nice photo of you too. I'll show it off to your old sisters after it's developed."
Li Xianglian struck a pose, but muttered, "I'm already so old, it's embarrassing to still take pictures of this."
He is a person who says one thing but does another.
Song Chen took two photos of her, and Li Xianglian was very satisfied.
Song Chen asked Lin Jingbei: "Do you want to take a picture?"
It's also an indirect apology, and the subtext is - seeing how happy your mother and grandmother are, it's no big deal to pick a flower for you.
Isn't it worth it to exchange this flower for their smiles?
Lin Jingbei put up a little resistance: "I want my mother to help me take the picture."
He hasn't put down his schoolbag yet, and he's still wearing the blue and white school uniform, but he's wearing it underneath a down jacket. Our Brother Bei has led a brief fashion trend.
Lin Lu asked him to sit on the bicycle, saying that boys look good when they ride a bicycle with the wind in their eyes.
So Lin Jingbei rode his bike in the yard for a few minutes.
His mother also took several photos, and the quality of the photos was pretty good. It should be said that good-looking people look good in any photo.
Lin Jingbei: "On the day we graduate, Mom, please take our graduation photos for us."
Every year the school would invite a photographer from a photo studio to take photos, but they could only take a group photo. Lin Jingbei really wanted to leave some memories with his friends.
Lin Lu readily agreed.
"Of course, as long as you call me, I will definitely go." She glanced at Song Chen proudly.
My son admires my skills!
Song Chen: Childish.
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