Chapter 12 Graduation Photos
When I was chatting with Xiaomin, we talked about Ding Chen. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info I said, if Ding Chen is a little taller, I will chase him. Yes, we care about appearances anyway. Although I have repeatedly emphasized that "if you look ugly, you don't want to control your face", however, the false appearance really determines too many things - this is obviously too absolute - but after all, my liking is not true love.
Xiao Pan wanted to know about the situation in the class, so he called the class committee over to talk, and Ding Chen and I went together. Probably in order to eliminate the estrangement between us, Xiao Pan took out the "scandal" between me and Gu Yaxi, and in order to "prove my innocence", I turned out the chat records between me and Xiao Min and showed her, and emphasized the need to keep it secret. I really want to keep it a secret, and I don't want him to know that if it is not, expose my superficiality, and maybe hurt his heart.
The graduation photo was taken during the sophomore year, and someone may not be in school since the beginning of the junior year. After all, it's only once, and everyone attaches great importance to it, and what to wear is worth considering. Everyone tends to choose a tunic or a suit, my opinion is that everyone will have a chance to have a suit in the future, you can consider a tunic, and the senior sister who is already a junior told us that the rented tunic is not good-looking. Regarding the girls' clothing, it was taken out for separate consideration, after all, Xiaoxiong was right, there were only a few girls, and they all wore suits, and people didn't look carefully and thought there were no girls in our class.
As for how to rent clothes, I also went through some twists and turns, and finally decided to rent them at our school. That night, a few of us girls went to try on clothes together, and the factory director was pulled by us to be a staff officer. I originally wanted to try a wedding dress, but I was really fat, and in the end I could only comfort myself: the wedding dress should be worn when I got married. There are still a lot of girls' dresses, I don't want to show my shoulders, I don't want to show my legs, this requirement is very difficult for the factory director, and finally after many attempts, I chose a dress that shows one shoulder. The gluttonous long white dress made me very greedy, but I really couldn't wear it, the bear was a purple dress, which fully reflected her slender and slender, Ahri's white dress was very pure, and Ahri became a stupid princess when she wore it, and CC's pink dress showed her advantages to the fullest. That night, the five of us girls took a group photo for the first time.
The next day, the photo shoot was officially taken, and we hurried back to the dormitory after class early. We helped each other get dressed, the factory manager also contributed her cosmetics, and Ahri wore my high-heeled sandals, which I myself am. There are many classes wearing tunics, but in fact, the overall look is okay, and it feels very good. After we took official photos with the school leaders and teachers, we collectively moved our positions and took a lot of group photos. After everyone disbanded, Shuai Buddha asked Qiu Bingqi to go with us and take pictures of our dormitory.
I finally had a bright reason to take pictures with Ding Chen, took off my high heels, I stood next to Ding Chen, okay, in fact, I didn't have any thoughts in my heart at the time, just a very normal photo, and then there were two of them, and I took a photo with Zhang Zhen and the prince. In the end, it was me who took the best photo with the prince's "milk grandson".
Most of the time, people enjoy the process of anticipation, the real time to take pictures, not even an hour, we go back to the dormitory, take off the dress, maybe there are regrets, there are still many places that we have not go, and many people have not taken a group photo, a sentence is tired, you can end everything, those regrets, just drift away with the wind.