She wore a white floral print shirt with a good drape, high-waisted blue straight-leg jeans, a camel cashmere coat, and stiletto heels.
Xia Baozhu dressed up in her new clothes. Looking at her familiar reflection in the mirror, her nose suddenly stung with tears, but she quickly smiled again.
Although things have changed and people are no longer the same, living well in the present is the most important thing.
Wearing a mask, Xia Baozhu rode her bicycle to the photo studio, intending to take some photos to record her 25-year-old self in the spring of 1991.
After getting rid of the few scoundrels following behind with ill intentions, Xia Baozhu parked her car at the parking lot, took a license plate number, and headed towards the nearby Spring Photo Studio.
This photo studio is located at a triangular street corner, making it very conspicuous. Xia Baozhu would see it every time she passed by.
"Hello, you, hello." The receptionist was a pretty young woman, but she had a slight stutter.
"Hello, I'm here to take photos," Xia Baozhu said with a smile, taking off her mask.
"Okay, okay, okay, follow me." The girl in charge of reception spoke even more unclearly.
Xia Baozhu followed her into a large hall, where four people were already waiting to have their photos taken.
One side of the hall was covered by a dark green curtain that hung down from above, completely obscuring what was inside. The only sound that could be heard was the photographer asking people to look up and shrug their shoulders.
Xia Baozhu saw that it was still early, so she sat down on a bench and took out a copy of "Story Collection" from her bag. It was a sample copy sent to her by the editor.
Such an exquisitely dressed and radiant beauty sitting quietly on a bench reading a book is unforgettable.
Her beauty is like the kapok flower in summer, powerfully attracting attention; and like an iceberg in winter, making her unapproachable.
Occasionally, when she saw something interesting, she would smile knowingly. That smile was like a spring breeze breaking the ice, warm and gentle, making her feel more approachable.
Upon closer inspection, her clothes were made of fine fabric, had smooth lines, and were well-tailored; they looked very new.
Unlike most people who are cautious when wearing new clothes, she didn't pay much attention to these new clothes and sat naturally and elegantly.
Occasionally, she would toss her drooping curly hair, revealing her delicate and fair profile, every move of which was extremely captivating.
"Who's next?" the photographer called out, sticking his head out.
"It's my turn, but I have something to do, so let the people after me take their pictures first."
A man in a suit hurriedly replied, then turned to the girl next to him, "Miss, you go ahead and take the picture."
The girl who had initially shown interest in him immediately understood his thoughts. She glanced at Xia Baozhu with envy, snorted at someone, and got up to take pictures.
"Hey, photographer, stop looking, it's my turn!" The girl's loud voice woke up the photographer who had been staring blankly.
"Okay, coming right away."
"Young lady, it's your turn to have your picture taken." The man in the suit walked up to Xia Baozhu and said in a low voice.
"So fast?" Xia Baozhu put away her book, glanced at the man in the suit, and smiled. "Thank you for reminding me."
"You'll be out when the person inside comes out." The man in the suit was utterly captivated by Xia Baozhu's smile. He feigned composure and asked, "Miss, do you live nearby?"
"Yes." Xia Baozhu stood up. She felt that the man was too close to her when he spoke, and she could smell his breath.
The man in the suit could tell from Xia Baozhu's expression that she didn't like him, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
When Xia Baozhu was about to go in for her photo, he immediately squeezed to the front and said, "Photographer, I'm done. Is it my turn now?"
Xia Baozhu took a step back speechlessly. This man was really shameless.
However, she didn't have to wait long; about ten minutes later, she heard the photographer call out, "Next!"
"Where is this young lady from?" the photographer asked with a smile as Xia Baozhu looked around the interior.
"I'm nearby."
"Why haven't I seen you before?"
“I work at a fried chicken shop, you probably haven’t noticed.”
The photographer looked at her with surprise, observing her eyes, and then suddenly realized, "No wonder you looked familiar! You're the owner of the fried chicken shop. I often buy pudding there."
"Hmm, how should I take the photos?" Xia Baozhu asked, pointing to the flower stand and the chair.
She used to only use indoor shots for family photos, and usually took selfies with her phone or had friends take photos for her. She occasionally used a camera, but always chose outdoor shots.
In her opinion, the interior had a strange sense of constraint.
Finally, under the photographer's direction, Xia Baozhu took three full-body photos from different angles while standing, and two half-body photos while sitting.
"It would look even better if we took these photos outside." The photographer had a sudden inspiration. "How about we take some in the park?"
"No need, I'm just keeping this as a souvenir," Xia Baozhu declined. It was almost noon, and the shop would be getting busy soon.
"Okay, if you want to shoot outdoors, come find me. The price is the same as for indoor shots," the photographer said regretfully.
"Thanks."
Xia Baozhu returned the license plate number, paid the money, and took her bicycle back to the shop.
"Xia Baozhu!" An annoying, familiar voice called out to Xia Baozhu, and the jeep made a sharp turn and stopped beside her.
"Where are you going?" Chen Shanlou took off his sunglasses and looked Xia Baozhu up and down.
He wasn't quite sure when he first saw Xia Baozhu, but he was certain when he called her to stop.
Why is she dressed so flamboyantly? Does she think she's not attractive enough? Look how many people are staring at her all the way here.
She has absolutely no sense of self-awareness as a divorced woman, still thinking herself pure and innocent, with an arrogant and disdainful attitude.
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