The sun was about to set, and Fan Youcheng was anxiously climbing the ladder to hang the plaque. In those days, ordinary people did not have electric drills, so hanging the plaque was quite difficult. Fortunately, the wooden board chosen by Fan Hua was relatively thin, so it could be nailed to the eaves with large iron nails.
Fan Hua held a broom and tilted her head back, struggling to help support the other end of the plaque. Fan Youcheng held a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other and pressed the other end of the board with his elbow, hammering and hitting it.
Fan Hua looked up at the shaking wooden board, fearing that it would fall.
But often, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen! Perhaps Fan Youcheng's two hands were not enough, and he lost his grip on the board, and it slid down as Fan Hua expected...
Just as Fan Hua was about to throw away the broom and run away, she saw two large hands holding the wooden board firmly.
Fan Hua turned around and saw that it was Zhao Yilu. She patted her chest with a look of relief and said, "Luckily, lucky you came. Otherwise, if it was broken, we would have to make a new plaque!"
Zhao Yilu's tone was particularly stern, "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? What if you didn't dodge in time and got hit on the head by the wooden board? Why didn't you wait until I came to deal with this?"
Fan Youcheng was frightened by Zhao Yilu's momentum and lowered his head, not daring to speak.
Seeing that Zhao Yilu was really angry, Fan Hua quickly pulled the corner of Zhao Yilu's clothes and said softly, "Don't worry, Yilu, I've been watching and have made preparations. Don't be angry. I just want to hang up the plaque before it gets dark and finish the work!"
Although Zhao Yilu was angry, he couldn't bear to say anything harsh seeing Fan Hua's flattering look. He asked Fan Hua to help him move a stool over, then he stepped on the stool and lifted the plaque high with both hands.
Fan Hua couldn't help but sigh, being tall is good, with long arms and legs, it is really convenient to do anything!
With the help of Zhao Yilu, Fan Youcheng's side also went much more smoothly, and the plaque was hung up completely in no time.
In order to prevent the plaque from falling and hitting someone because it was not firmly fixed, Fan Hua asked Fan Youcheng to tie two iron wires on both sides and fix it to the pipes in the house as a double insurance.
Just like that, all the preparations before the opening of Shiguang Photo Studio have been completed, and it will open tomorrow!
Zhao Yilu left his pedal tricycle to Fan Youcheng and changed to a bicycle to take Fan Hua home.
He carried Fan Hua to sit on the front beam, put his long legs on the bicycle, put his arms around Fan Hua, and rode home.
Fan Hua knew that Zhao Yilu would not normally let her sit on the beam, after all, it looked too intimate, unless he had something to say to her.
Fan Hua sat obediently, waiting for Zhao Yilu to speak.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them. The orange-yellow light seemed to cover them with a layer of dreamy gauze, dyeing everything around them in warm hues.
Fan Hua's hair fluttered gently in the breeze, brushing Zhao Yilu's cheek from time to time. With her unique jasmine scent, Zhao Yilu's tense face finally softened.
Seeing that Zhao Yilu hadn't spoken a word, Fan Hua turned around and looked at him, "Yilu, didn't you let me sit in the front because you had something to say to me?"
"No..." He lowered his head to look at Fan Hua in his arms. The afterglow of the setting sun made her little face red. Zhao Yilu's eyes were full of tenderness and worry that could not be concealed.
"I just remembered the moment when the wooden board fell and almost hit you, and I felt that I could only feel at ease if I had you under my watch. My dear, I have been feeling a little anxious these past two days, always worried that something might happen to you!"
Fan Hua gently patted Zhao Yilu's hand that was holding the handlebars, "Don't worry, I was really paying attention just now, I won't get hit."
"Well, you have to be extra careful next time. I can't bear for you to get hurt."
He looked at the road back to the army and saw that he was passing by some dilapidated factories, and added: "Also, if you are late from school next time, you have to wait for me to pick you up!"
Zhao Yilu's voice was a little low, unlike his usual nonchalant voice. The voice floated into Fan Hua's ears along the wind. Fan Hua raised her head slightly, met his serious eyes, and nodded obediently.
"I will be obedient and careful in the future. You also have to promise me that you will protect yourself and not get hurt when you go on a mission. I feel the same way as you do. I get worried every time you go on a mission."
"Hmm..." Zhao Yilu responded softly, and rubbed Fan Hua's head gently with his chin.
The bicycle moved slowly forward. Fan Hua leaned on Zhao Yilu's chest, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
In the dilapidated factory building behind him, there were two men hiding, one was big and strong, the other was very thin. The thin man had a scarf wrapped around his mouth and nose, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
He pointed at Fan Hua and said, "That's her. She passes by here every day after school. I'll give you a deposit of 100 yuan first, and then I'll give you another 200 yuan after the deal is done!"
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The next day, Fan Hua got up early and went to Shiguang Photo Studio.
Today is the first day of school at Yangcheng University, but Fan Hua only has one class in the afternoon, so her main task today is to support the photo studio and grandly open it with Fan Youcheng!
She wrote in chalk on the small blackboard that was painted black: "Five days before the new store opens, photos are 80 cents each!" in large letters.
In this era, taking a 2-inch black-and-white photo basically costs about one dollar, so Fan Hua specifically offers this 20% discount to attract customers.
Fan Youcheng was shocked when he saw the price. "Sister, isn't our price too low? Not counting other things, just buying the film and developing the photos costs fifty or sixty cents!"
Fan Hua was full of confidence, "Brother, we just opened our business, let's build our reputation first, as long as someone comes to take care of it, we won't have to worry about not making money later!"
Fan Hua had just finished writing on the blackboard and hung it up when Su Qingqing and Wang Xiyue arrived.
When Su Qingqing saw the room full of scenery, her eyes lit up with excitement. "Brother Fan, I want to take pictures, I want to take pictures, take a picture of each scenery for me!"
After saying that, he casually took out a big unity and stuffed it into Fan Youcheng's hand, "This is the fee for taking the photo, you keep it, if it's not enough, I'll give you more later!"
Wang Xiyue really liked the setting of the library. She took out eighty cents from her pocket and handed it to Fan Youcheng, "Brother Fan, I want to take a photo with the setting of the library."
Fan Youcheng took the money somewhat at a loss, looked at Fan Hua, and saw Fan Hua nod with a smile. Then he put the money away, picked up the camera and began to take pictures of Su Qingqing and Wang Xiyue seriously.
Fan Hua had already trained Fan Youcheng in advance on the best angles for each setting, and also taught him some techniques on how to get customers to pose in ways that would look good in photos.
I have to say that Fan Youcheng is really a good student in this regard, and he kept in mind everything Fan Hua taught him.
Fan Hua, who was standing by, cut the cakes and arranged the candies on a plate, placed them on the small table in the waiting area, and hung firecrackers on bamboo poles. She waited for Fan Youcheng to light them for the two of them before coming over to light them.
Soon, another passerby stopped to look in. Fan Hua shamelessly shouted, "The photo studio is open. Five days before the opening, photos are only 80 cents a piece!"
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