From that day on, he started going to the yard more frequently.
Song Yiyi was also forced to get busy.
Cen Yue first took her to a private photo studio.
A huge black and white wedding photo was hung at the door, with a wooden tripod.
Black and white photos are two inches and three cents, wedding photos are one dollar and two cents, and family photos are two dollars.
The photo studio is not big, and the walls are covered with photos.
There are new recruits wearing green uniforms.
There are also newlyweds wearing red flowers.
Song Yiyi was surprised to find that there were photos of the founding ceremony.
The shop owner who took the photo of them was a middle-aged man.
Using a Seagull camera.
Seeing Cen Yue, a simple smile appeared on that honest face: "The clothes are in the backyard, take your lover to change."
Song Yiyi was like a puppet, moving wherever she was carried.
What if she didn’t know what Cen Yue was doing?
Entering the backyard from the side door, Cen Yue pulled Song Yiyi into a room.
Song Yiyi saw the pure white wedding dress hanging on the wooden hanger at a glance.
Unlike later generations which used gauze as the skirt, it looked more like a long skirt made of smooth silk fabric.
But she was sure it was a wedding dress.
She has watched TV dramas from the Republic of China.
"What do you mean? For me?"
Song Yiyi tilted her head and looked at Cen Yue, who was dressed seriously.
She especially wanted to ask him if he was hot.
Cen Yue paused for a moment, "Or let me wear it?"
Song Yiyi: “…”
It’s not impossible.
After she changed, she called out to the door, "Cen Yue, come in first."
Wait for him to open the door.
Song Yiyi still sat in the chair without moving.
Cen Yue walked over and raised his hand to help her.
Song Yiyi finally spoke in a stammering voice: "I can't stand up."
This is all Cen Yue’s fault.
I didn't tell her in advance that I was going to take this kind of photos.
The skirt had a slight train, and without high heels, she looked like a short person.
Cen Yue looked amused and asked, "You want me to help you?"
Song Yiyi nodded and shook her head, "I need a pair of high heels."
Cen Yue slowly pulled the corners of his lips, his eyes falling on Song Yiyi's lips, "Then tell me, if there is a melon to eat, why do you only give it to your brother?"
Song Yiyi looked confused.
Cen Yue didn't want to hear the answer, so she took out her bag and pulled out a pair of high heels.
He squatted down in front of Song Yiyi, lifted up her skirt and helped her put it on carefully.
Song Yiyi took two seconds to react before saying, "Is this the pair you gave me last time? Did you steal it from my room?"
When did this guy go to her room? !
Cen Yue stood up casually, "I know you're lazy, so I asked Mom to help clean it up."
Only then did Song Yiyi brush her teeth and wash her face.
His eyes were not fully opened.
Song Yiyi pursed her lips and said, "Let's not talk about that earlier."
That way she can still remember Cen Yue's kindness.
Praise him for being careful.
Fortunately, the photography technology of this era was not as advanced as that of later generations, so there was no need to go to outdoor locations.
Song Yiyi and Cen Yue didn't take many photos in total.
After taking the photos and changing clothes, Cen Yue put the wedding dress into her bag and put it away.
Song Yiyi asked, "Borrowed from someone else?"
Cen Yue closed his army green backpack and casually put it on his back. "I stole it."
Coming out of the photo studio.
Song Yiyi thought she could go home.
Unexpectedly, Cen Yue wanted to take her to the shopping mall again.
Previously, Song Huihui and Cai Mengjun swept the cargo building.
Today it's Cen Yue's turn.
He ordered everything on the counter, including Friendship Vanishing Cream, Seagull Shampoo, and Scented Soap.
Even ordering food is not that lavish.
Before Song Yiyi could persuade him, the salesperson had already quickly issued the ticket.
Cen Yue pulled her to see Yu Yi again.
When she bought the fifth piece, Song Yiyi finally couldn't help but say, "Brother, I really don't need so much. If you really want to spend money, can you just throw it in my face?"
Before Cen Yue could say anything, the salesperson next to him spoke first.
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