"Sign up for an account?"
"Well, send me a photo of you." Jiang Huai entered the door and greeted the boss: "Develop the photo."
Bo Jian smiled lightly and asked, "Are you going to let me enter your household registration book?"
Jiang Huai snorted and laughed: "Yes, the head of the household, Jiang Huai... Bo Jian, the son of the head of the household."
"... I don't want to be the son of the head of the household."
Jiang Huai glanced at the price list, ten yuan per board for one inch, fifteen yuan for one board for two inches, and three yuan for a printed photo. He said casually: "You don't want to be the son of the head of the household, you want to be the son of the head of the household..."
Jiang Huai suddenly stopped talking, and after two or three seconds, he said dryly: "Stop talking nonsense, send me a photo."
Bo Jian was also silent for two or three seconds before asking, "What kind of photo do you want?"
"casual."
"Is the ID photo okay?"
"... No ID photo, you can just take a picture and send it over now, make it clearer."
"Then I'll hang up first, and I'll call you when I'm done shooting."
"it is good."
Jiang Huai took off his earphones. The boss is a bald middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He walked over and said, "Take two photos."
The boss sat in front of the computer desk and turned around: "Scan the QR code to add me, and send me the photo."
"Oh." Jiang Huai scanned the QR code, first submitted a friend application, then leaned against the white wall next to him, called out the selfie camera, took a photo of himself and passed it over: "This is the first one, the second Zhang hasn't passed it on yet."
The boss received a very casual selfie leaning against the wall of his photo studio.
Typical straight male photoshoot.
There is no angle, no light, and the face is not even facing the camera. It is slightly tilted, squinting, and still not smiling. It is winter, like a popsicle with air-conditioning.
Fortunately, this boy was originally good-looking, with good facial features and a good head-to-shoulder ratio, so he wasn't too ugly.
Boss: "... I'll take another picture for you, your phone can't take pictures."
Jiang Huai glanced casually: "It's not clear, no need."
"..."
The boss was developing photos, and Jiang Huai was leaning against the wall and waiting.
The phone in his pocket vibrated.
He took it out, it was BJ's news. After opening it, Bo Jian sent a photo.
This was taken on the balcony of Bo Jian's bedroom. Today is a fine day, the sky is blue, the sun is strong, the edges of the broken hair are thinly plated with a little golden sunlight, and the light-colored irises are getting lighter, like the surface of a lake frozen with thin ice in winter.
The people in the photo look at the camera as they look at the person looking at the photo.
Bo Jian himself has nothing to do with "gentleness", but it gives people the illusion that he is treating the people looking at the photos very gently.
Jiang Huai's heart palpitated for a moment, and he clicked on the photo.
The real strong man: Have you made a photoshoot
After half a minute, Bo Jian came back.
BJ: Not at all.
The real strong: Oh, it’s good to have no P, it’s better to be real.
BJ: I don't use P.
The real powerhouse: …
Handsome people don't use P? Jiang Huai snorted and sent Chairman Bo's handsome photo to the boss.
The boss was stunned for a moment: "Oh, so handsome?"
JAC: "..."
The boss casually asked, "Student?"
"Well," Jiang Huai pressed down on the brim of his baseball cap, looking away, "friend."
"Oh, friend." The boss processed the photo, and said casually: "Your friend took this photo very well. The light, angle, and background are all good. It takes a little effort."
"… yes?"
"Hey, isn't it? There are so many ways to take pictures, and it's hard to take a good picture... Like this picture, I guess your friend took at least a dozen pictures before picking the best one. "
JAC: "..."
The boss raised his chin: "If you don't believe me, go ask your friend?"
"... No need, I believe it."
By the time Jiang Huai took the bus home, it was already past nine o'clock.
He stopped by the entrance, put the skateboard aside, and put the fried rice in his hand on the cabinet.
Ah Cai got up early, and Tuan was holding a tablet on the carpet in the living room to watch cartoons. The TV was also on, and cartoons were also showing on the children's channel. Ah Cai watched the tablet for a while, then watched TV for a while, watched TV for a while, and then watched the tablet for a while, eating what was in the bowl and watching what was in the pot.
Happy time for elementary school students.
"I brought you breakfast, come and get it yourself."
Jiang Huai took off his hat, pulled down the zipper of his coat, and put his hand back into the pocket of his coat: "I'm going back to my room first, knock on the door if I have something to do."
Ah Cai quietly glanced at Jiang Huai, and went back to watching cartoons.
The cloth in the pocket was cold and hadn't been warmed yet, but a small thin paper bag was warm and soft with sweat, and Jiang Huai held it all the way.
Jiang Huai closed the door, pinching the skin of the small paper bag with his hands in his pockets.
He took the photo album from the bookcase and flipped through it from the back, flipping through the blank pages until he found the... stick figure group photo.
Bo gradually with a round face and short hair and Jiang Huai with a round face and braids.
Bo gradually leaned against Jiang Huaihuai, like two biscuits holding hands.
Jiang Huai stared at it for a while, then took out the small paper bag and shook out the two photos. Like a primary school handicraft class, Jiang Huai went to dig out the scissors and glue sticks again. He sat back in the chair, took out his own photo, cut out his upper body along the rough outline, and touched the photo of Bo Jian... Jiang Huai touched more After a few strokes, the thin gradually cut out.
Jiang Huai is pasted next to Jiang Huai Huai, and Bo Jian is pasted next to Bo Jian.
There are very few people in Jianghuai's photo album. Previously, there were only Jiang Li, Jiang Xingxing, Qin Yuhe, and Wei Heping.
Now add a thin gradient.
Relatives, relatives, friends, friends... It may be a boyfriend, or it may always be a friend.
Jiang Huai cleaned up the scraps of paper that had been cut out, touched the stick figure with his thumb gradually, closed the photo album, and put the photo album back on the bookcase.
He went to the bathroom, and when he came back, there was an unread message on his phone.
BJ: Are you home yet
Jiang Huai replied casually: "Here we are."
BJ: Are the photos printed
The Real Strong: Mmm.
BJ: Is there any use
Jiang Huai paused, threw the phone on the bed, and didn't return it.
He pulled out the chair and sat down, and took out the printed physics papers and physics review outline that had been ordered, but he turned to the corner of his eyes and glanced at the mobile phone on the bed.
BJ: Did you post me on your photo album
Jiang Huai's throat was a little dry. He sent a sentence that couldn't tell if it was a joke or a serious sentence: "I'll give you a title."
Bo Jian raised his brows lightly.
BJ: What title
Jiang Huai didn't return, got up to get a bottle of mineral water and opened it.
BJ: The queen who is deeply in love with your husband and wife
Jiang Huai choked suddenly.
The real strong:
BJ: Isn't it
It's a fart. Before Jiang Huai could send out "it's a fart", Bo Jian replied.
BJ: I don't want to be a concubine, a concubine has no status ●° ^°●
Jiang Huai twitched the corners of his lips.
The real strong man: Do you think that the director of Dongchang, who has worked hard for thirty years and is loyal to the emperor, meets your employment expectations
Bo Jian didn't reply to the message this time, Jiang Huai held the phone, thinking that Chairman Bo was angry, and was just about to text "I'm joking", when Bo Jian sent a short voice message.
Jiang Huai frowned, and turned on the voice... Bo Jian's voice came over, with a slightly electric hoarseness, and he asked softly: "Jiang Huai, where did you read the wild history...the eunuch and the emperor had an affair records?"
It's not the first time that Bo Jian mentioned the word "cheating" jokingly with him, but it may be that there is something unsightly in his heart, and Jiang Huai's heart suddenly thumped.
Before Bo Jian finished speaking, he said softly, "A wife is worse than a concubine, and a concubine is worse than a thief. Jiang Huai, am I stealing?"
The author has something to say: JAC: You are lying :)