Chapter 78

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Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly held the secret letter given to him by his mother.

Under the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

Feng Yiping pressed the shutter, and thus, under the willow tree by the lotus pond, the moment of a deeply in love couple gazing at each other was captured.

Before Xiaojiuma (the uncle's wife) and Xiaoshu (the uncle) could say anything, Cai Hong immediately thought it was a good idea. Of course, it was good; this was a pose Feng Yiping had replicated from his wedding photo shoot.

Thus, Feng Yiping became Cai Hong's personal photographer. She posed in the most popular poses at each scenic spot, and with each correction from Feng Yiping, her enthusiasm for taking photos grew.

At a flat rock by the lake, Feng Yiping even demonstrated in person how to sit to make the legs look longer. This was for a reason; apart from other aspects, Zhang Yan's height was naturally lacking. Later, to take photos that satisfied her, Feng Yiping put in a lot of effort.

The flat rock was a holy place for taking photos in the park. When Feng Yiping demonstrated, there were people around. Seeing him demonstrate how to pose his legs and showing a charming expression, people from the elderly to the children all burst into laughter.

Oh, being too focused on work can sometimes be bad. This time, he unintentionally became a comedian.

Cai Hong was also very amused, but she still sat as Feng Yiping demonstrated, looking forward and letting Feng Yiping take a photo.

After they left, the next women who came to take photos all used the pose Feng Yiping had suggested.

Feng Yiping held the camera, and Cai Hong walked beside him, happily discussing, "There's a nice bamboo grove next. What pose should I take?"

They were so excited, but Mei Yiliang walked behind them, looking a bit lonely.

At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Wait, wait."

They turned around and saw a man wearing a journalist vest, with a camera with a long lens hanging from his neck, and long hair, chasing after them. He panted and asked Feng Yiping, "Young brother, I am a member of the provincial photography association and run a photography studio. I see you take photos very professionally. Who did you learn from? Do you have time to exchange ideas?"

Ha, with my amateur skills, I'm now considered a professional. Feng Yiping secretly laughed.

If it were someone else, exchanging ideas with fellow photographers would be fine, but he had always disliked these long-haired men who thought they were very artistic. He politely declined, "Ha, I learned from my junior high school teacher. I'm just a self-taught amateur. I don't deserve to exchange ideas. We have something to do, so please go about your business!"

You see, any skill, after being refined over time, will become more perfect. Moreover, only when a skill is truly popularized will it develop significantly. Nowadays, photography is only a specialty of a few people. Compared to the later era when rural grandpas and grandmas all had high-pixel camera phones, most people's photography skills are really average.

Moreover, with the rise of various experts and models teaching these techniques on various platforms, what Feng Yiping found ordinary inevitably made some professionals with lower skills itchy.

Feng Yiping turned and walked away, but the man didn't give up. Mei Yiliang, taking Feng Yiping's words seriously, thought he really had nothing to say and stopped the man who wanted to catch up.

Seeing that Feng Yiping really didn't want to, the man said, "I'll leave my business card. If you have time, you can drop by."

This unexpected incident made Cai Hong even more convinced of Feng Yiping's photography skills. Thus, the park visit turned into a photo shoot for Cai Hong. Fortunately, the park sold film. As for Mei Yiliang, he couldn't even interject and was completely reduced to a bag-carrying assistant.

Cai Hong wasn't yet Xiaojiuma, so Feng Yiping couldn't just go through the motions. He was meticulous with each photo, which was quite tiring.

He then realized that in this era when taking photos was not convenient, women's enthusiasm for taking photos was actually so high, not inferior to their enthusiasm for shopping.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Cai Hong reluctantly stopped, even though her skills were good, the simple camera couldn't take good photos. Mei Yiliang finally breathed a sigh of relief. For most of the afternoon, he felt like a third wheel.

Feng Yiping, of course, saw Xiaoshu's deliberate display of loneliness in the afternoon but didn't bother to care. "You used me as a cover!"

When Cai Hong and the others brought Feng Yiping back to the factory, it was already past working hours. Workers were holding basins with soap and clothes, heading to the washroom.

The furniture workshop was full of wood dust. In winter, it was better with clothes on, but now, with less clothing and more sweat, workers sometimes joked that they could rub off half a pound of mud when showering.

A tall man, really tall, taller than Mei Yiliang by half a head, with arms as thick as Feng Yiping's thighs, wearing a blue short-sleeved work uniform, was smoking on the corridor in front of the small building. Seeing them enter, he smiled, "You're back. Where did you go in the afternoon?"

"We just went to the park. Where else could we go?" Cai Hong seemed to lose her energy as soon as she entered. "But Brother, do you know, Yiliang's nephew Yiping is very good at taking photos. He helped me take many photos in the afternoon, and even a member of the provincial photography association wanted to exchange ideas with him!"

"Oh, really? Yiping, is it? I'm Cai Hong's brother, Cai Lei. Don't be formal here, treat it like your own home."

From the kitchen on the left side of the building, a burst of laughter came. "Yiping, right? I often hear your uncle talk about you. I didn't expect you to not only write well but also take such good photos!" A woman with short hair, wearing a light blue silk shirt, stepped out, her laughter preceding her, much like Wang Xifeng.

She wore a silver necklace and an apron. Her eyes swept over them, pausing slightly when they landed on Feng Yiping. "Yiliang, why don't you take your nephew to watch TV? Cai Hong, come in and help. Dad is inviting friends from the neighborhood committee tonight, and I'm busy."

"I shouldn't have come back so early," Cai Hong muttered, watching a man with glasses carrying a basin walk over. He put the basin down at the steps, took out a cloth from his pocket, and wiped his glasses in the light. "Second Brother, where's your girlfriend? Why isn't she here to help?"

Cai Hong's second brother, Cai Xin, blew on his glasses. "Xiaoli got off work late and has to take eight bus stops. She won't be here so soon. You played all day, so why complain about helping with dinner?"

"Back," he nodded at Mei Yiliang and smiled at Feng Yiping. "This is Yiping, right?"

"Yes, Uncle!"

"I often hear your uncle talk about you. Sit down for a moment; dinner will be ready soon." He picked up the basin and walked upstairs.

Cai Lei then said to Mei Yiliang, "Come, I'll introduce you to Dad."

Thank you all for your support! Special thanks to book friend Shafei Ji for the tip!

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