After leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, Qin Yuanjiu didn't push his cart; instead, he turned into the one next door.
Ke Meiyu looked up and saw that it was a photo studio!
"Sister, I want to take a picture with you," the little dumpling next to her said, her eyes lighting up as she quickly pulled her inside. "When I get home, I can look at the picture whenever I miss you. If I really can't stand it, can my parents send me to stay with you for a while?"
“Great! We have plenty of space at home. Maybe next time you come, we’ll have a new house,” Ke Meiyu said, unable to resist the children’s sweet and cute ways, and she almost always gave in to their requests.
However, in the apocalypse, children's cuteness and innocence became tools for adults to earn a living.
Even so, under the protection of the big boss, she still maintained a more upright set of values than others, and did not harbor darkness or despair because of the arrival of the apocalypse!
"Master, let's take two photos," Qin Yuanjiu said, handing over the marriage certificate and letter of introduction.
With these two items, they can enjoy the benefit of having two photos taken for free, in order to respond to national policy and encourage young men and women to get married and protect each other's rights.
The photographer, wearing reading glasses, glanced at them from behind a counter covered with a thick layer of mottled glaze. "Come with me to the back for your photoshoot. Do you need to change clothes? We have plenty of clothes here, but it'll cost extra: two cents for a set, three cents for two sets, and five cents for four sets!"
"To change clothes," Ke Meiyu nodded repeatedly.
She was afraid of the cold. Even though the weather wasn't completely cool, she was already wearing a shirt and sweater underneath, and a thin padded jacket on top. Although she was slender, wearing too many bulky and unkempt clothes would make her look silly.
Ko Mi-yu, who has always been quite particular about her appearance, could hardly bear to be frozen in this state.
She was even thinking that one day her child would take the photos and post them online to vote for the most beautiful mom!
As she spoke, she went to choose clothes. Both she and Qin Yuanjiu were good at picking out clothes, so they only needed to choose the style.
"These clothes are all imported from Shanghai. They have great styles and take excellent photos," the experienced tailor explained patiently, unusually free of any arrogance associated with a stable job. "Besides, we clean these clothes frequently. We wouldn't replace them even if a customer paid us, as they would only wear them if they weren't clean."
The clothes were a bit old, with even slight lint on the collar and cuffs, but they were really clean and had a faint soapy scent.
"I want to wear this," the little one said, grabbing a sailor uniform and refusing to let go before Ke Meiyu had even made her choice.
"No, it's too ugly, it doesn't match my clothes at all," Ke Meiyu pouted and rejected it outright.
"But, but everyone wears them," the little dumpling said pitifully, hugging the clothes tightly and wrinkling her chin like two earthworms. "They look so stylish!"
"What's so strange about everyone wearing that?" Ke Meiyu snorted without even looking up.
The ten-year movement was not yet over, and people's clothes were all conventional and nothing particularly outstanding.
Ke Meiyu reluctantly picked out a modified dark-colored stand-up collar cheongsam, a military uniform with a red star, and a Xinjiang ethnic dress with sequins. Naturally, to match her own style, she chose a Zhongshan suit and a military uniform for Qin Yuanjiu.
The little guy is dressed in Xinjiang ethnic clothing!
Xia Hua values harmony and offers many preferential treatments to ethnic minorities, so such clothes are both beautiful and unlikely to be mistaken for anything.
"Here, go change your clothes," Ke Meiyu handed over two outfits. "You suggested taking photos, so you have to cooperate by changing. I absolutely will not take photos unless I'm wearing nice clothes!"
Qin Yuanjiu took it expressionlessly, his calloused hand brushing against Ke Meiyu's smooth hand.
Ke Meiyu suddenly looked up, but the other person had already turned around and gone to the changing room.
She pursed her lips, thinking she was overthinking things, but a faint blush still crept onto her face.
Having experienced life in her own way, why is she now more shy in a different body and era?
To match the cheongsam, she braided her hair from her forehead and gathered it at the back of her head, then inserted a silk flower, and hung a fake pearl necklace and earrings. Even without makeup, she still looked like a noblewoman from the Republican era, shrouded in mist and rain.
Qin Yuanjiu wore a straight-cut, high-collared Zhongshan suit, his well-built physique filling out the garment perfectly. Combined with his cool and handsome features, he truly resembled an unreasonable warlord—refined, noble, and domineering.
overbearing?
For some reason, Ke Meiyu felt for a moment that Qin Yuanjiu resembled the big boss.
But then she thought about it again and shook her head, amused yet with a touch of sadness. How could that be?
The matter of time travel and rebirth is too bizarre. Among all the top-level superpowered individuals she has met, none have had such abilities.
Otherwise, why would they choose to live in the apocalypse instead of enjoying peaceful times? Moreover, this involves rebirth in another body, which only the power of nature can accomplish.
Besides, she didn't think she had any deep connection with the big shot; it was all his doing!
Ke Meiyu lowered her eyes slightly, then looked radiant again when she raised them.
She smiled gently as she straddled Qin Yuanjiu's arm, tilting her head slightly, her smile radiant and beautiful.
Qin Yuanjiu couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, his expression softening, and even his usually cold features became much gentler.
The experienced photographer quickly snapped a picture to capture the moment, and couldn't help but exclaim "Good!" three times in a row!
Ke Meiyu changed into her military uniform again, this time braiding her hair into two French braids, which were fluffy, cute, and stylish. Her cheerful mood led her to skip out and casually hook her arm around Qin's clothes rack, her bright smile a mix of playful seriousness and genuine joy.
Qin Yuanjiu's brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Although it was very faint, it was clear that he was not as reluctant about this marriage as he appeared on the surface.
The little one who had been waiting nearby couldn't wait any longer. She changed into her own clothes and posed for photos in front of the full-length mirror. As soon as Ke Meiyu finished taking pictures, she quickly called out, "Sister, hurry up and change your clothes! Remember to get your hair braided nicely too, it'll be all over!"
Ke Meiyu gave him an OK sign, quickly changed her clothes, parted her bangs in a 3/7 ratio, braided the front half of her hair into three small braids on each side, and let the rest fall loose over her shoulders. It was neither stiff nor too formal, but rather had an exotic flair, and wouldn't look too out of place on the street.
The little dumpling always praises her enthusiastically.
The two struck a classic and cool pose.
The experienced photographer couldn't help but ask them, "Comrades, could you take a few more photos to hang in our shop? I can take photos for you for free, and you can even change your clothes."
Before Ke Meiyu could even speak, Qin Yuanjiu coldly refused, pulling out four photos and the money for five sets of clothes: "I'm sorry, Master, we don't want our private lives disturbed. Please print two copies of each photo."
The experienced worker shook his head regretfully, took the money, and went to the counter in front to write them a receipt. "Come back in a week to pick it up."
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