Play Nice

Chapter 66 066: Buying the shot he loves to propose marriage (two more)
"You're so brave, you dare to appear in front of me."

Qin Xiang was wearing a gray padded jacket. He didn't know how long he stood in the wind, his face was red from scratches, and his eyes were red.

"How are you doing?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice choked.

How dare she ask him if he's doing well, with so many scars on his hands: "That's right, if you don't have the guts, you can kill people."

She still looked up, letting the cold wind blow across her face and messing up her hair, no matter how cynical he was, she always looked at him.

She clearly looked at him, but she seemed to be looking at others through him.

"I heard people say that putting wormwood and mint in the pillow can cure headaches." She stepped closer and put the paper bag in her hand on the ground.

Chen Yedu didn't look at it, and kicked the bag away with a cold face.

"Get out of here."

This is the second time this month that Qin Xiang came to give him something. The last time was sandalwood. She said that she went to the temple to ask for it. It can calm the mind and keep people safe.

Chen Yedu has a whole body of problems, headache, anorexia, and insomnia. He is a lunatic. Sometimes he wants to destroy the world, and sometimes he wants to destroy himself.

All these problems of his will intensify when he encounters Qin Xiang, so he is always fierce and bad to her, but she still comes every time and brings what she thinks is the best thing to see him.

Everything in the bag rolled out, except for the pillow, a pair of slippers she made herself, and a white envelope with money.

She picked everything up, put it back in the bag, and put it on the ground again.

"Chen Yedu, take good care of your body, and then hate me for a long time."

After she said that, she turned around, turned her back to him, went against the light, and walked the way she came, with a thin back and a lone figure.

There was a thick stack of banknotes in the white envelope, and she was wearing a thin old padded jacket, the cuffs of which had been washed white.

Chen Yedu clenched his fists, dripping with cold sweat.

The driver has arrived.

"Mr. Chen."

He didn't seem to hear it.

"Mr. Chen."

He stood for a long time, stepped forward, picked up the bag on the ground, threw it in the trash can, and got into the car.He turned his head twice in the middle, but he didn't go to pick it up.

The driver turned the car around and just came across a traffic light.

There were few pedestrians at night, but there were many cars. Qin Xiang walked on the crosswalk, in a trance, as if he had lost his soul.

The green light changed to red and she crossed the road.

Before Chen Yedu could think, he instinctively got out of the car and rushed towards her.

The fast-moving private car in front suddenly braked and stopped one meter away from Qin Xiang.

The owner opened the window and cursed angrily, "Crazy, I didn't see a red light!"

Qin Xiang raised his head, and his eyes were reddened by the red light.

The car owner scolded her and woke up Chen Yedu.She backed off to the side of the road and he got back into the car.

Qin Xiang came to the Chen family at the age of 13 as an adopted daughter.

Chen Yedu's father, Chen Zhili, was a philanthropist who had helped many impoverished girls. Qin Xiang was the second one he brought home.

"Ye Du, this is Qin Xiang, she will be your sister from now on."

Qin Xiang never called him a brother, and Chen Yedu never regarded her as a younger sister.She always called him by name, timidly and quietly.

"Chen Yedu, can the osmanthus in the yard be picked?"

"Chen Yedu, can you help me with the ladder?"

"Chen Yedu, do you drink osmanthus tea?"

"Chen Yedu, do you like sweet osmanthus tea or salty osmanthus tea?"

"..."

"Chen Yedu, I don't like your father."

Later, Qin Xiang killed Chen Zhili.

At 56:[-], Beijing North Gate.

The light at the entrance of the Time Photo Studio was still on, and the street light was not sure if it was broken.

Jing Zhao asked the driver to wait in the car, and he pushed the door in.

"Is Lao Bi there?"

The little girl who was dozing in the store woke up and shouted upstairs, "Mr. Bi, Teacher Jing is here."

There is a wall in the store, and there are many old photos on the wall, some of which have turned yellow.

There is a lifelong benefit in Lao Bi's time photo studio. All the guests he has photographed can come to take a photo for free every year, but the time must be the same month and the same day.He has many old customers like this. In the photos on the wall, young people in their 30s are slowly graying and hunchbacked.

Jing Zhao looked at the photos for a long time, and then Lao Bi dawdled downstairs.

"Why are you free to come here?"

Lao Bi had taught photography before, but Jing Zhao was not his student, but a student of Lao Bi's teacher.Strictly speaking, Jing Zhao is Lao Bi's junior and junior.

Jing Zhao said, "I'm here to ask you something."

"I know it's not good." Lao Bi was getting old and afraid of the cold, so he turned on the electric oven, "What do you want?"

"The footage of 4392."

"Unfortunately, it was just sold."

"I remember it was not for sale."

"It's not for sale." It was funny to say, Lao Bi said, "The girl who came to buy the camera lens is very sincere. After grinding it in my shop for more than an hour, wiping the table and sweeping the floor, every bite is good. Uncle, I really can't bear it."

Jing Zhao laughed at him: "When did you become so soft-hearted?"

There are so many collections here in Lao Bi, and I don't know how many photographers come to him to ask for things. He is a person who "snatchs", and Jing Zhaoneng occasionally takes one or two things along.

"The girl said that that shot was his boyfriend's favorite. She planned to buy it and propose it. I can't destroy the marriage, right? I can only reluctantly give up my love."

This kind of words can also coax the old Bi.

The wind is very strong outside, and the glass is whistling. It is cold winter, and the warm-colored wall lamps are lit in the house. This weather is the most suitable for tea making.

Lao Bi went to boil water and asked Jing Zhao, "Do you want to drink tea?"

"Don't drink anymore."

Others are waiting for him.

He got up: "I'm going back."

He came out of the photo studio, walking very slowly, with his head down, making a phone call from Shang Lingling.

She picked it up quickly.

"Where are you?"

There was a bit of noise on her side: "In Century Square."

Jing Zhao got into the car: "Wait for me for another half an hour."

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(End of this chapter)