"Jingle Bell ......" The ringing of an old-fashioned landline phone woke Xu Bin from a nightmare, and a chill ran down his spine.

"What kind of place is that? I always feel like it's very familiar...... The scenes in the dream just now flew through my mind, and just now it was as clear as a 4K image, how could I open my eyes as if I was seeing flowers in the fog? Xu Bin shook his head, calmed down, and picked up the phone: "Hey, hello, this is a classic photo studio." ”

"Director Xu, I'm Yang Qingwei, are you open this Saturday?" came a lazy female voice on the phone.

Xu Binleng paused for a moment, glanced at the old-fashioned wooden table, and the desk calendar was flipped to the side of August 2017, this Saturday...... It's August 12th.

"Open the door. Xu Bin responded briefly: "By the way, do you have any ideas for this year? ”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone: "What preparations, I want to shoot underwater, what conditions do you have to prepare for me?" Curator Xu ......

Xu Bin smiled bitterly, and said in his heart: I know that I can't prepare, and I still run to me year after year, and I feel very embarrassed to receive you every year.

But I couldn't say that, so I finally nodded and said, "Well, then you can come over on Saturday." ”

After hanging up the phone, Xu Bin sat on the recliner in a daze, and some beautiful pictures inevitably flashed in his mind......

Yang Qingwei, a classic photo studio client, this Leo woman has come to Xu Bin to take a set of private photos here every year on her birthday for three consecutive years, saying that she likes herself too much, how can she not leave an image of her beautiful body?

At the beginning, Xu Bin did not agree, and he did not carry out private license business here.

If the father of the Xu family knew that Xu Bin was thinking like this, he would definitely give him a burst and scolded: "Stinky boy, his face is not red and his heart does not beat when he talks all day long, why is this an ordinary photo studio, take some family photos for the neighbors, and take ID photos by the way, what does it mean that he has not carried out private photo business, and honestly tell the truth to the guests!." ”

Yang Qingwei obviously knew this when she first came, in this old red brick building community called Qingtong, the tall Qingtong and the creeper on the wall are full of vitality, and the classic photo studio is so inconspicuous in the corner of the first floor of the sixth building.

A photo on the window of the photo studio unconsciously attracted her to walk in and ask, "Boss, did you take this photo?"

Yang Qingwei pointed to a bust of a girl, in the backlight of the sun flower field, the girl's silhouette is distinct, her hair is lightly raised, the edge of her face is dyed with a trace of morning gold, her eyes are smart, and she raises a green smile, like an elf who has strayed into the mortal world, beautiful and shy.

Xu Bin nodded, and he replied to Yang Qingwei.

That photo was the crush of Bai Xiaozi quietly taken by Xu Bin during the junior year, when everyone had just watched the sunrise, and many people were still holding their cameras to take pictures of various scenes.

Bai Xiaozi happened to turn her head and talk to her classmates, it was not Bai Xiaozi who crashed into Xu Bin's lens, but Xu Bin kept focusing on Bai Xiaozi's back, and Xu Bin pressed the shutter for the goddess's return.

It's just that I didn't expect this photo to be so good, and finally Xu Bin took the photo to the photo contest organized by the student union, and won the first place.

On the display shelf in the main square of the canteen, this photo attracted the attention of many people, and it could be regarded as Xu Bin's quiet confession, and he gently poked the layer of window paper, but before Bai Xiaozi could react, Xu Bin received the bad news that Xu's father was hospitalized in a car accident.

The Xu family's memory does not have the slightest impression of his mother, and he has been dependent on his father since he was a child, and this photo studio is all Xu Bin's memory of the word home.

Xu's father was hit by the accident vehicle and became a vegetative person, the driver was not the owner of the car, the owner's son and the driver drank together, saying that the driver took the car keys from the table in the KTV room and drove out, and did not admit it, plus the owner had some relationship with a leader in the jurisdiction, and finally the driver went to prison according to the law, but in the end there was no compensation.

These are the words of the perpetrator, Xu Bin has no way to collect evidence, in short, it is a particularly bad thing, Xu Bin ran before and after, and he pulled the skin for three years, and he didn't figure out why.

Seeing that Xu's father was on the hospital bed all day long, skinny and skinny, Xu Bin's heart was like a knife, in order to treat Xu's father, he had sold the house where the father and son lived, moved into the original darkroom in the photo gallery, chiseled a window, and moved a wire bed, fortunately, because of the advent of the digital age, the darkroom has long been idle and has become a utility room, otherwise Xu Bin would not even have a place to live.

Xu Bin looked at the glass window of the photo studio full of photos, and remembered what he once laughed at his father: "What age is it now, which photo studio window is not bright and clean, where are there photos of guests, and they are not magnified, who has the time to approach one by one and look slowly, there is no publicity effect at all, and it seems to be toneless." ”

Father Xu will knock Xu Bin at this time: "What do you kid know, when you take over the photo studio, whatever you plan, now you can't take your turn to point fingers!." ”

Xu's father changed it for this trick, Xu Bin had already dodged slippery, his head was biased, and Xu's father's chestnut came to naught: "I won't take over, it's just such a small photo gallery, when year and month can I change a big house for you, marry me a new daughter-in-law, add a big grandson to you, stay, Xu Lao'er, and see your son show his strength in the future, and give you a good country." ”

"I'll beat you up all day, no big or small. The folds on Xu's father's face were piled up with a smile, and he picked up a fly swatter to chase Xu Bin, who had already run away.

Thinking of the past, Xu Bin smiled and didn't say anything, because he couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he just silently pasted Bai Xiaozi's snap, which can be regarded as admitting Xu's father's aesthetic habit of pasting photos on the window.

Three years ago, Xu Bin packed up all kinds of old things in the photo studio, ready to make a good effort, and it can be regarded as taking over Xu's father's lifelong business, when the junior year was about to end, and the resume submitted to an advertising company in the magic capital also had a reply, but obviously he couldn't go, so he had to find someone who engraved the official seal and forged an internship record for himself, so as to get a graduation certificate.

Xu Bin picked up an old-fashioned Phoenix SLR from the old-fashioned wooden box covered with red velvet and rubbed it lightly in his hand, and at this time, Yang Qingwei walked in.

"Did you take all of this?" Ms. Yang said, referring to all the photos in the window.

Xu Bin shook his head and said, "No, those were taken by my father." ”

Yang Qingwei smiled even brighter: "Then it seems that your father and son are very good at capturing beauty, I am very beautiful, boss, do you take private photos here." ”

"......" Xu Bin stood still, looking at the wall in front of the tripod rolled with multiple background cloths, and the one he pulled out now happened to be a Chinese-style hall with Chinese knots, which is said to have been taken by his father for the 10th wedding anniversary photo of the young couple selling glutinous rice in the community.

Private photos, Xu Bin has heard of it, I heard that many high-end photo studios will carry out such a business now, Xu Bin also fantasized about holding the camera to the girl who is dressed coolly, or even just using angles and scenery to cover important parts, but that is just a fantasy......

"No, we don't do that here. Although Xu Bin was a little embarrassed when he said this, he still finished his words calmly and continued to wipe the lens with a flannel.

Later, I don't know what Yang Qingwei said, or the old camera in his hand with a sense of age made Xu Bin miss Xu's father's love for this photo studio, and finally Xu Bin took over the business.

There is a pure green cloth in the background cloth roll, Xu Bin PS is very good, Yang Qingwei first chooses the background picture she likes on the computer, Xu Bin sets up the lights and reflectors, simulates the light source on the similar picture, Yang Qingwei brings her own clothes to pat in front of the green cloth, and then deducts the green cloth to replace the background and then fine-tunes, which becomes a set of private photos that she must take every year on her birthday.

Because of Xu's father's medical expenses, because of his livelihood, and because of this somewhat maverick female guest, Xu Bin never put it down after picking up his father's phoenix camera this time, and became the new director of the classic photo studio.

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"Ding...... , Welcome!"

There is a palm-sized circular hole in the wall on the left side of the photo gallery, which was the hole made by the chimney in the iron stove in the photo gallery when Xu Bin was young.

But now this circular hole is opened, and there is a quaint bell hanging next to it that only Xu Bin can see, making a welcoming sound that only Xu Bin can hear.

As the bell fell, a lump of mud emerged from the circular hole, which slowly flowed down the wall, and when it reached the ground, it was still an unformed lump of mud, but the middle part was faintly visible in the shape of a head, and there were vague facial features, like an unfinished sculpture.

With the arrival of the mud ball, there was a muddy smell in the narrow space of the photo gallery, and Xu Bin wrinkled his nose slightly, his face full of disgust.

"Gollum...... Is it Curator Xu? My lord is going to come over to take pictures in a few days, and he is purring...... Specially appointed small people come to make an appointment. ”

The mud actually spoke, although it sounded more like a mouthful of water when rinsing his mouth, and he said it a little vaguely, but Xu Bin understood, and he was not surprised at all, but he squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the mud servant he met for the first time and asked: "What day is it in a few days? I don't know what appointment is the time? I have important human guests these days, and I can't receive your master." ”

Before the mud could speak, another voice sounded in Xu Bin's head: "The host level is not enough, you can't refuse guests, otherwise you will be blind for three days, in order to be able to choose your own business, please continue to work hard!"

Xu Bin wanted to reach into his brain and pinch this damn system, that's right, three years ago, because of Yang Qingwei's mistake, when Xu Bin picked up the camera, he was boarded by this damn "invincible shooting system", and since then, in addition to normal people, the small photo gallery has also begun to receive some strange guests, Xu Bin only then knew that the world he was in was not what it seemed, and he also bid farewell to the previous simple dreams and began to have some strange dreams......

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