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Chapter 50 Photo Gallery

Xiao Yang's wife, with red and swollen eyes, sat beside him and guarded him.Those who saw him fall to his death all said that it was so miserable that he fell so badly.Now, those onlookers were all driven away by her.Everyone is dead, so what else to look at?Watching the fun?He said he could bring the dead back to life. After he was resurrected, he asked her to cover him with a sheet, and no one would let anyone see him. He found a stretcher to carry him home, had a funeral, and then found a chance to leave the country, and no one would check him again. .How could there be such an absurd thing, but she actually believed it, and she regretted not dissuading him.He must have been under too much pressure recently and had mental problems.She was afraid that he would be under too much pressure, so she didn't tell him that the deputy mayor Ouyang was also in this place this morning, and committed suicide by jumping off the building...

An hour passed and nothing happened.

The leaders of the county party committee and the county government were all outside, and she wouldn't let anyone in, and she committed suicide if anyone wanted to come in.She was going to spend the last night with him here.

She took out the note paper in her bag, wrote down the account number and password of the foreign bank, and wrote two words heavily underneath: Atonement!

Then, she swallowed the medicine that had been prepared - if he lives, she will live too; if he dies, she will die too... When a person is dead, what is the use of asking for so much money? Where did it come from? Where did it go? go!
The people on the periphery continued to shout, but she didn't respond.The special police looked through binoculars from the roof and found that she had been lying motionless on top of him for more than half an hour, so they quickly notified the people downstairs, and they found out that she had committed suicide by taking medicine.

The rising sun shone down on the base of the V, where the cedar had been felled and the small pool inside had been removed.

Workers came in twos and threes, talking as they walked, "Deputy Mayor Ouyang just committed suicide by jumping off the building yesterday afternoon, and Xiao Yang also committed suicide by jumping off the building here in the evening. It's really unlucky!"

"Yes, it is said that Deputy Mayor Ouyang jumped off the building, and few people saw him. After calling the police, the Public Security Bureau took him away within 10 minutes and cleaned up the scene. No way, Xiao Yang danced again."

"Two lives..."

A rectangular stone slab with green texture lies quietly at the bottom of the cliff.how long has it been hereIt's been a year since I was thrown down?two years?It is surrounded by weeds.

One day, a person fell from above, and fell to a bloody mess.An hour later, the outflowing blood pooled together like magic and flowed back into the man's body.That person stood up unsteadily...

I was bored sitting in front of the store, watching people coming in and out of the opposite KFC, thinking, why not turn this store into a restaurant after a while?

When I bought this small photo studio two years ago, I was so in love that I lost my mind, and without thinking too much, I followed my girlfriend to this unfamiliar small city, but within a year I became single again.

The rhythm of the small city is soothing and flat. After these two years, I began to feel that this kind of life is really boring. Although I am not short of money for the time being, it is really boring to take silly ID photos of different people every day.

This small photo studio is at the entrance of an alley, the bricks on the outer wall are already mottled, and there are green plants such as ivy on the wall.If this street were placed in a big city, it would either be regarded as a historic site and become a tourist attraction, or it would have been demolished and built a long time ago.

Sighing, I closed my eyes and thought about what to do in the future, I can't stay in this old shop for the rest of my life, can I?
Just as he was thinking, he heard the sound of brakes, and a car stopped in front of the store.Although the photo studio is very dilapidated, but the location is good, there are many people coming and going, so there is still a lot of business every month.I thought to myself that I was probably asking for directions again, so I didn't bother to look up.The alley behind is deep and winding, and people who are not familiar with this area will always feel confused here.

A few people got out of the car, and the footsteps came directly next to me, but they didn't speak.After about ten seconds, I couldn't bear it anymore. I opened my eyes and saw that there were four middle-aged men in their 50s and [-]s, staring blankly at the old signboard of "Friendship Photo Studio" at the door of the store.I glanced at them and found that the suits they were wearing were all expensive, the car beside them was still a Mercedes-Benz, and the man who looked like a big boss was holding a bottle of Red Star Erguotou, the cheapest kind in the supermarket.

I can't figure out what's going on, even if this kind of person wants to take a ID photo, he won't come to my small shop. Could it be that the real estate boss came to inspect it?Is this area ready to be demolished?

Just thinking wildly, the person in front said: "Boss, can you still take pictures here?"

I nodded: "Yes, yes, please come in." Leading them into the shooting room at the back, turned on the lights, and asked, "Do you want to shoot with a white background or a red background? Color or black and white?" I thought It is estimated that these people drove here, and suddenly remembered what documents they needed to apply for, so they stopped.

The middle-aged man just said "hmm" and said, "Black and white." Then he looked around the furnishings in the room and said, "Boss, bring the chair."

I looked at the chair behind him and asked hesitantly, "It's behind you." He shook his head and said, "Take two more." The chairs placed in the front hall were also brought in, and their conversation was faintly heard from behind: "This photo studio has not changed much in 30 years." "Yeah, it's really rare..."

They carefully arranged three chairs in a row, two people sat on the left and right stools, and the other two stood behind them.The chair in the middle was empty, but there was the bottle of Erguotou they brought.

I looked at it with respect in my heart, because I roughly guessed what they were going to do—just like those old photos that are often circulated on the Internet, many years have passed, and the two photos of the same scene have become people. No.

I can even guess what kind of story this is: 30 years ago, several young boys took a group photo with pride before joining the army; 30 years later, there was a young man who had no chance to become Middle-aged...

When they paid, I asked carefully and tactfully for verification.The middle-aged man who came in with the wine was probably in a good mood, and took out an old yellowed photo from his wallet.Sure enough, it was exactly the same scene. The young man sitting in the middle smiled happily, with dimples on both sides of his face, and looked very handsome.

I sighed and said: "Uncle, your brotherhood is really..." The middle-aged man glanced at me, took the photo and left without comment.

After the men got into the Mercedes-Benz and left, I sat in front of the store, feeling full of emotion.Although this is a story that happened to someone else, the impact of the years is unparalleled. The two scenes kept flashing in my mind, and I felt an indescribable depression and sigh in my heart.

After that, there was no business, and I just sat at the door in a daze.When I came back to my senses, it was already dark.I stretched myself, trying to put aside this inexplicable emotion, thinking about going to KFC to deal with it at night.

At this time, an old man walked into the store, saw no one was inside, turned back to me, looked up timidly at the signboard of the photo studio, and asked, "Boss, is it possible to take pictures here?"

He looks to be nearly 60 years old, with distressed wrinkles worn out by life, wearing an old military uniform that has been washed white, and carrying a bulging snakeskin bag, with a distressed expression, which makes people feel a little sympathetic.I nodded: "The door is about to close, hurry up."

The old man followed me into the room, and I turned on the camera, only to find that the three chairs were still there, and was about to move them away, when the old man suddenly said, "Boss, you don't need to move, it's just like this, just right."

After speaking, he sat on the chair in the middle, and then took out four bottles of Erguotou one by one from the snakeskin bag, which was also the cheapest Red Star Erguotou sold in the supermarket.Then he put the two bottles of liquor on the left and the two bottles on the right on the chair, straightened his clothes, and straightened his back.

I suppressed the doubts in my heart, leaned in front of the camera, and commanded: "Turn your head to the left, yes, relax a little bit, okay. Get ready and smile."

The old man listened to my command obediently and grinned.The moment I pressed the shutter, I suddenly found that when he smiled, there were dimples on both sides of his face, which looked very familiar.

(End of this chapter)