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Chapter 48 Under the Camera

After the class teacher agreed to bring the camera, the matter of recording life was basically stable.

On the day the camera arrived, I boldly wrote this sentence in my diary: A famous photographer in the future has her first camera in her life.

With the permission of the class teacher, when the camera is out of battery, I can directly take it to the office to charge it, so that I can record at any time without worry.

When the camera was first brought over, the students around would be curious and come over to take a look, and get used to it after a few days.

The handsome guy was so funny, he really didn't see anything wrong, he pulled his brother over and said, "Hey, take a picture of two for me, the more handsome one."

After the filming is over, he still needs to take a look at it. Only those that he thinks are handsome can be kept, and those that are not handsome should be deleted immediately.

Evening self-study is over, and there is no homework left, so the handsome guy took my camera: "Can I take a selfie with this? I want to take a selfie."

"You can take a selfie." When I helped him adjust it to touch, "You can take a picture by tapping the screen."

The handsome man looked in disbelief, moved his face closer, and tapped the screen with his finger.

"Crack." It's a piece.

"It's interesting." The commander-in-chief always looked like he had never seen the world.

Because the camera is very precious, I keep it with me at all times. Sometimes I have too many things in my hand, so I ask my roommate to help me hold the camera.

The roommates took it with both hands carefully, and then said exaggeratedly: "Tsk, fifty thousand, I have to be careful, if it breaks, I won't be able to afford it if I sell it."

"Hahahahahaha it's not impossible." Every time I see their exaggerated appearance, I really want to laugh.

Before the evening self-study class, in order to relax, sometimes the class committee will play some MVs.

Once there was a scene in an MV where the heroine was holding a "cannon" to shoot the boy she liked.

The emperor looked at the MV, and then at my camera: "Look at the size of his lens? Then look at yours."

"Tsk, the camera is very expensive, I can't afford such a big one."

"You will buy a cannon one day." The commander looked back at my camera with a comforting tone.

This camera has recorded a lot of wonderful moments in the third year of high school: taking graduation photos at the end of May, I took the camera to take group photos for each dormitory; preparing for the final exam, staying in school for daily life; writing math papers until I wanted to curse, and complained to the camera Two sentences and continue to write down; [-]th birthday, to help her record the happiness of adulthood; the school cherry blossoms bloomed, and the romantic and short-lived pink was photographed; the [-]-day swearing-in activity of the class, my speech and the joint oath of the classmates; The way of cleaning the dormitory and delaying the shooting freezes the appearance of the roommate lying on the ground in a mess; there is also warm light in the morning or evening, and strangely shaped clouds; the countdown days are changing every day on the table; Sheng Dae writes on the blackboard The process of doing math problems that I didn’t understand; the conversation with the boss arguing over who should take out the trash tonight; the milk tea that we were invited to drink for the mock exam on the [-]th; the roommate who rushed to the door of the dormitory before the gate control when it was the class’s turn to be on duty The hurried backs of the students; the empty school with only the third part of the high school left after the school extra classes; in order to let the students eat more nutritiously, the "relief" bread sent by the auntie of the dormitory every Wednesday night; paper airplanes; packing with roommates on the last night of school; lunch on the last day of school.
That day I turned on the camera and was about to record some daily life, but in the middle of the recording, it suddenly prompted: the memory card is full.

I suddenly feel a little sad, the memory card for recording youth is full, and my youth seems to have ended here.

I sent a post: When I have money, I must buy a 256G memory card.

A friend who studies photography commented below: No need, directly import all the materials in the storage card to the network disk, and then delete them and use them forever.

I went through the materials in the memory card again, and every shot in it is so real.

The sense of substitution is too strong, I feel that I have already returned to the [-]-day countdown.

The day before yesterday, I placed an order for a new memory card. Because of limited funds, I bought a 128G card.

It turned out that the memory card remembering my life in the third year of high school was sealed by me with a small label of "18 years old". It will give me the superpower of empathy with myself at any time in the future.

(End of this chapter)