Play Nice

Chapter 145: 145: The leader is jealous, Teacher Jing chops the peach blossoms
It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the village head's house to Uncle Gen's house. The snow is very thick, and it makes a creaking sound when you step on it.

Jing Zhao was holding an umbrella, and the business leader was holding him. There were two rows of footprints in the snow on the ground.It was freezing cold at night, and Shang Lingling's cheeks and lips were red.

"Jing Zhao."

"Ok?"

She pointed to the distance and her eyes were bright: "Look at that tree and the pair of lanterns." She asked Jing Zhao, "A tree is better or a lantern is better?"

The trees are covered with snow, the wind is rustling, the lanterns are shining on the branches, and the shadows of the trees are shaking.

"Do you have to choose the same?"

"Correct."

Jing Zhao said, "The lanterns are beautiful."

Shang Lingling asked again: "Is that a beautiful lantern or a beautiful mountain?"

"Mountain."

She stretched her hand outside the umbrella and picked up a few pieces of snow: "Mountain is better, or snow is better?"

"Snow."

Just after Jing Zhao finished his selection, Shang Lingling jumped up in front of him and walked backwards with a smile on his face: "Xue is better, or Shang Lingling is better?"

The front is all foreshadowing, and this sentence is the point.

Jing Zhao raised the umbrella higher and leaned towards her: "Look at the road, the business leader will lead."

"whee."

She was as happy as a rabbit, jumping all the way.

Who said she is a little witch, she is not, she is a little cutie, if Jing Zhao kisses and praises her, she will become a big cutie.

"arrive."

Jing Zhao stopped outside the yard of a family.A pair of red oil-paper-paste lanterns hangs at the entrance of the yard. The village chief also has such handmade lanterns.

The business leader asked Jing Zhao, "Do people here like lighting lanterns?"

"No, it's their custom to order when the guests come." Jing Zhao didn't rush to knock on the door, "Leader, I'll teach you two signs of sign language."

He gestured very slowly.

"It means thank you."

Then there is the second gesture.

"This means it tastes good."

Shang Lingling followed suit: "Why teach sign language?"

Jing Zhao said, "Uncle Gen's wife can't speak or hear."

Uncle Gen's wife is deaf and mute, not born. She was ill when she was young and had no money for treatment. After a high fever, she couldn't hear or speak.

Jing Zhao knocked on the courtyard door.

"Mr. Jing is here!" It was He Jiang.

Uncle Gen is a carpenter in the village. He is very skilled. He made a windmill out of wood and gave it to the business leader.

Uncle Gen's family has two children, both boys, a nine-year-old and a seven-year-old, and the business leader brought them chocolates.

Aunt Gen makes good dishes, and she will be invited to cook for weddings and weddings in the village.When Shang Lingling gestured to say that the taste was good, Aunt Gen was very happy, and then kept serving her dishes.

After eating, Jing Zhao sent the business leader back to the village chief's house.It was too late. He didn't enter the house, but sent it to the yard. Before leaving, he told her to lock the door to sleep.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, Shang Lingling chased him out again.

"Are you going to take pictures tomorrow?"

Jing Zhao stood under the lantern: "Well."

"Where to shoot?"

"At Uncle Gen's house."

The village chief's grandson was crying, and the village chief's wife was coaxing him. The children's cries could be heard in the yard, and other people's dogs were barking outside.

Unlike the big cities, the country nights are too quiet to hide any sound.

The snow has stopped, and there are shadows on the white ground.

Jing Zhao said, "I may not have a lot of time to accompany you these two days."

"I don't need to accompany you, you do your thing, don't worry about me."

"It will take about two or three days to finish filming. When it's over, I'll take you out for a walk."

Shang Lingling was easily satisfied and happily agreed: "Okay."

"I'm going back, go to bed early."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao took the door and walked out of the light of the lantern.

After the business leader locked the door, he ran to the attic.

Before Jing Zhao had gone far, he heard Shang Lingling shouting from behind: "Jing Zhao!"

He turned his head and saw that she had opened the attic window, his head came out, and he was looking out with his neck outstretched.

"It's windy, put your head in, and close the window."

Business leader: "..."

She put her head in, scolding Jing Zhao for being a straight man.

Jing recalled to Uncle Gen's house. He Jiang hadn't slept yet, so he was soaking his feet while organizing photos with his notebook.

Uncle Gen gave him a recipe for soaking his feet, which was not too comfortable.

Jing Zhao knocked on the door and went in: "He Jiang, give me the car key."

The pickup was borrowed and had to be returned.

How could He Jiang be so embarrassed to let the boss go in person, but he was reluctant to take out his feet soaked in the bucket: "I'll pay it back."

"No need." Jing Zhao said, "You call to confirm tomorrow's photography process."

He Jiang deftly threw the car key over: "Okay."

Jing Zhao went to return the car, drove and walked back, and came back very late.

The next morning, Shang Lingling ate sweet potato porridge at Uncle Gen's house, and the side dish was Aunt Gen's own pickled hot and sour radish.Shang Lingling liked it very much, and Aunt Gen said in sign language that she would pack two cans for her when she went back.

Jing Zhao's temporary studio was set up in the utility room of Uncle Gen's house, with a simple layout, lights, blue cloth, and a solid wood chair.

There are more than a dozen villages in this area, and the village committee took the lead to notify them. One week after another, elderly people came to take pictures.The transportation in the mountains is inconvenient, and the village committee has specially arranged a village cadre and a car to pick up and drop off the elderly.

After breakfast, the village chief's wife walked around the village with the business leader, and the business leader gave the snacks to the children of each family.When she came back, she saw that there were more people in the temporary studio. It was a girl who looked young.

The girl's surname is Wang, let's call her Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang is the village cadre sent by the village committee to help pick up the elderly, and a female college student who is rarely seen in eight villages here.

"Mr. Jing, when you finish taking pictures of the old man, can you take a set for me as well?"

By the way, Xiao Wang is single.

He Jiang took the old man to change clothes. The old man's clothes were not suitable. He Jiang had spare clothes here.

Jing Zhao was adjusting the lights: "I'm sorry, I don't have time."

Xiao Wang didn't give up: "Then simply take one or two pictures, just take them outside."

Does Xiao Wang really want to take pictures?
It should not be.

Her too eager and straightforward eyes betrayed her, she had other meanings for Jing Zhao.

"Okay, two?"

With the voice behind, Xiao Wang turned his head.

Shang Lingling walked in: "Our teacher Jing is at this price for a photo." She compared the number with her hand, "How about [-]% off for two?"

She didn't quote an inflated price. Jing Zhao is the most expensive photographer in the fashion industry, although he doesn't charge for taking pictures of the elderly.

Xiao Wang's face immediately turned ugly, and he turned to ask Jing Zhao, "Mr. Jing, is this your assistant?"

"My girlfriend."

Xiao Wang's face became even more ugly.

Shang Lingling was very happy: "Is the photo still taken?"

"Mr. Jing doesn't have time, so forget it." Xiao Wang ignored the business leader and talked to Jing Zhao, "Mr. Jing, there is a dinner party in the village committee at night. If you don't want to go, I will drive to pick you up if you go."

Jing Zhao said, "Don't go."

Xiao Wang seemed to have something to say. Just as he said the word "village", someone called Wang Xinxin outside.

Xiao Wang's name: Wang Xinxin.

Xiao Wang went out first.

As soon as the people left, Shang Lingling frowned and said, "I don't like this little king."

Jing Zhao took a picture of her jealous face, then put down the camera.

Xiao Wang is not enough to be a topic.

Jing Zhao has other things to do: "Leader, can you do me a favor?"

The business leaders did not ask what it was, and immediately agreed: "Yes."

He asked for the stars and the moon, and she picked them all for him.

"A grandma will come to take pictures later. She is sick and looks bad. Can you put some makeup on her?"

"Are there any makeup tools?"

"Have."

He Jiang can not only take pictures, but also make up. This time, he did not bring a makeup artist. He Jiang was originally responsible for this part of the work, but he agreed to the village party secretary and would help take publicity photos later.

Shang Lingling was a little worried: "I usually put makeup on the deceased, will that grandma mind?"

Jing Zhao said, "I'll ask her."

"it is good."

The grandmother's surname was Gui. She said she didn't mind. She said in the local language, "It's not for anyone, I've stepped on the coffin board with one foot. What's the point of minding."

Grandma Gui was diagnosed with bowel cancer in the first half of the year and has undergone surgery, but the day of leaving is not far away.

Grandma Gui said that she had never put on makeup, and this was the first time in her life.

After the transformation, Grandma Gui looked at herself in the mirror who had regained her complexion, and said with red eyes, "It's so beautiful."

The only time in her life that she was complimented was from herself.

Shang Lingling stood at the door, watching Jing Zhao take pictures of Grandma Gui.

Grandma Gui asked Jing Zhao, if this photo was to appear at her funeral in the future, could it be better taken.

Jing Zhao said yes, and after taking a lot of pictures, let her choose the one she was most satisfied with.

　*****
　　At around nine o'clock, there is one more watch.

　　Thinking of my grandma, who also never wore makeup.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)