It’s a Bit Early To Cross

Looking at the He family members who seemed to be about to enter the battlefield, Chu Heng didn't say much. He simply arranged his position and began to focus and prepare to take pictures.

These days, everyone takes pictures like this. It is serious and formal. It can be regarded as a feature. It is like the scissors of later generations. It is the trend of the times.

"Come, come, stand, get ready, look in my direction."

"Hey, He Laosan, you don't have to hold your breath, I'm slow to focus, don't wait for me to finish before you hold your breath!"

"Okay, don't move, don't blink, one, two, three!"

"Crack!"

"Wait a minute, make another one!"

Chu Heng took a photo, his mouth was more agile than the shutter.

At this time, not only the He family members, but also many neighbors came to watch the excitement.

Many ignorant young girls looked at this stubborn and unique handsome boy in front of them, and silently made a wish in their hearts that they must marry a photographer when they grow up.

I don't know how they will feel when they look at the beggar uncle around them after many years.

I have three generations of poor photography, and I will tell you that SLR has ruined my life!

"Crack!"

At this time, Chu Heng made up a family portrait, and then began to gesture and command: "Okay, the family portrait is over, Uncle He, Aunt He, you two take a picture together."

Hearing the words, Father He hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, we have something to shoot. Don't waste this money."

"I said, Uncle He, it doesn't cost you any money. Why are you so heartbroken here?"

Holding the camera, Chu Heng said with a smile: "Besides, I, Aunt He and you, haven't taken a photo together in all these years, and today I just took this opportunity to take one, so that the old ones won't be able to move in the future. Can you look at the photos and recall the past?"

Mother He was suddenly moved, and looked at her wife eagerly: "How about we take a picture?"

"Okay, let's get one." How could Father He refute his beloved wife's wishes, straighten his clothes, and stand up again.

Mother He also quickly stood beside her husband and put on a face on the grave.

Chu Heng picked up the camera and gestured a few times, "click, click" and took two pictures, and then he took a few more pictures for the He brothers, and at the end it was He Zishi and his wife.

When he was about to finish work, He Lao, who was only eleven or twelve years old, ran up to him and said flatteringly: "Brother Hengzi, please help me take a picture with Xiaoqing from our hospital, I Very nice to her."

"Who is Xiaoqing?" Chu Heng asked curiously.

"Just her." He Laosan pointed at a fair-faced little girl with a round face in the crowd.

Chu Heng squinted at him, the little **** has a bright future!

"Come, call her over."

"Thank you bro."

He Laosan was instantly ecstatic, and wiped his body to pull the little girl in the patched clothes over.

Without saying a word, Chu Heng raised the camera and took three pictures in a row, imprinting their youth on the photo paper.

At this point, Master Chu's work has come to an end, and the rest will be handed over to the museum.

While he was packing up, Mother He came over with ten dollars in her hand: "Little Chu, you can take this money, you can't let you work in vain."

How could Chu Heng accept this, his eyes widened with feign anger, and he said: "Oh, I said Aunt He, you are too good at calculating, if I run all the way, you will only want eight dollars. Mao is gone? I tell you, take this money quickly, and quickly cook two dishes, if I don't have a drink today, I won't leave."

"You bastard, I'll sew your mouth up sooner or later." Mother He also knew that he had a good relationship with her son, so she didn't tear up with him.

Not long after, four appetizers were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals in the main room, and Chu Heng and several men from the He family who were qualified to serve the table began to scold Fang Qiu.

The greedy He Laosan was circling beside him.

After a lively drink, Chu Hengcai left from He's house under the guidance of He Zishi and others.

He rode his bicycle swayingly, and with the cool night wind blowing, he returned to the courtyard soon after.

At this time, his house was empty, and the four women didn't know when they left, and a large lock was firmly fastened to the door.

"You said this was a nuisance." Chu Heng slowly unlocked the house with a cigarette in his mouth, and in the next instant, four different feminine scents came to his nostrils.

He was also free enough to wander around the house sniffling like a dog, guessing who each smell belonged to.

The place on the reclining chair... The girl's fragrance must be from the rain. The strong fragrance on the chair to the east, like a fire, should belong to Yu Haitang. As for the milky fragrance on Qin Jingru's body, it is all over the room. I don't know. What is this girl busy with?

In the end, Chu Heng came to the bed and smelled the smell that belonged to Lou Xiao'e, like a jar of old daughter red, with a different kind of fragrance.

"Um?"

He suddenly frowned, sniffed carefully, and finally mumbled, "It's a little inflamed."

...

The next day, noon, Bingcheng.

At this time, Miss Ni was cooking chicken soup for her grandmother. She was uncomfortable with Bara squatting on a pony that couldn't accommodate her buttocks. She stared blankly at the fire on the stove, thinking about the family man.

Did he eat?

Does he miss me as much as I miss him?

Did he receive the telegram?

Just then, a postman walked into the yard~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and started howling.

"Ni Yinghong, is Ni Yinghong here?"

"Ah?" The girl came back to her senses, got up and walked over quickly, and asked curiously, "Is there a letter from me?"

"telegraph."

The postman looked at the girl with a look of surprise, and immediately took out a telegram from his bag and handed it over.

Ni Yinghong hurriedly took it over, and when she saw that it was sent by a family man, she forgot to say thank you for a while, and ran back to the small corner happily, slowly unfolding the valuable love letter.

The girl read carefully word by word, and when she read the last byte, her eyes were hazy with tears.

"I'm not ashamed of this person." She held the letter paper with a smile on her face. The words on it were like pieces of fiery red iron, and they were stamped on her body, making her whole body melt away.

Ni Yinghong slowly put her hand into her jacket pocket, took out a meaningful handkerchief from it, and rubbed it lightly on her face, feeling the care from thousands of miles away.

At this moment, she really wanted to fly home, plunge into the arms of that rushing cargo, and never be separated from him in her life.

After a long time, Ni Yinghong, who had been moved, suddenly woke up. She shrugged and unfolded the letter paper again, counting the numbers carefully.

When she checked it out, her face was instantly ashen.

"Ah! You prodigal man! I'm so **** off!"

The girl clutched her heavy chest sadly and wanted to shred this piece of paper that was worth more than Da Hei Shi, but she couldn't bear it.

Feeling sullen when she was born, Ni Yinghong carefully put away the first love letter she had ever received with a handkerchief, and then picked up the hatchet next to her and chopped the bricks under her feet.

She didn't know why she wanted to do this, she just wanted to cut something all of a sudden.