Only 100 days left in life

photography agency.

"Please wait, it will take about one to two hours," the person in front of him kept bowing and apologizing, "We don't have a room here for the time being... I'm really, really sorry!"

In front of him was Mariko Shiratori who had just arrived at the door according to the agreed time.

Except for Yoshino Junpei who went home to see his mother and Otoko Yuta who still had a mission, almost all the first and second graders came to this trip, all because they wanted to watch the fun.

But no one expected that this would happen.

"Huh?" Nagasaki Wild Rose asked in disbelief, seeming extremely annoyed, "But we made an appointment at this time, right? Obviously this is the time, right? If not, why didn't you notify us the day before? ?”

She put on makeup for three hours for this!It's still so hot today, if you wait a little longer, her makeup will probably be gone.

"I'm really sorry," the intern in charge wiped his sweat, "Because something happened earlier, it took some time. We didn't mean it"

It's not that the photography agency is deliberately making things difficult for people, it's just that they happened to be together and couldn't make room temporarily.

Facing the closed door, Shiratori Mariko frowned.

"Is Mr. Dongmu not free?" she asked, "The people from the last game haven't left yet?"

"Yes," the intern breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm still here, so I can't let you in, are you?"

"Mariko Shiratori, friend of Kizaki," Mariko Shiratori thought for a while, "Then let's go to the side and wait, do you have anything else to do tonight?"

She took out the phone in her pocket, "I remember there is a place to rest for a while, if you don't mind, let me take a picture of Nazaki first and try?"

"Okay," Nagasaki Wild Rose readily agreed, "I'm fine."

Anyway, idle is idle.

So Shiratori Mariko led the people around, and finally found a secluded and sunny corner near the mezzanine of this commercial building.

"Isn't the scenery nice?" She introduced to a few people, "Because it's relatively remote, there are few people here, so it's very convenient to rest. Let's try it first."

Nagasaki Brose nodded a little stiffly.

To be honest, she was a little nervous for the first time.

This time, the appointment is for daily life, and there is no fixed theme. In fact, it is not a problem not to find a professional photographer, but Mariko Shiratori thought it would be better to be a professional photographer, so she made an appointment with the magazine in advance. teacher only.

Now if they take pictures by themselves, there is actually no problem.

"Trust me, it's fine." Mariko Shiratori put down her backpack on the seat on one side, and then pulled Nagasaki Rose to her expected position, "Don't worry too much."

She blinked at Nagasaki Wild Rose, "Besides, Wild Rose is so beautiful, it's impossible for the result to be bad, right?"

Nagasaki Haruki paused for a moment, then held Shiratori Mariko's hand even tighter.

"That's right," she said, "I'm the super-beautiful Rosa Kizaki! I'm absolutely fine! It's a wrong shot, the only possibility is—"

"Yes, yes, super beautiful wild rose," Shiratori Mariko patted her hand a little funny, "let go of my hand first?"

She first helped Kizaki Yeqiangwei adjust the basic movements, then found a similar position, and took out her mobile phone.

"Don't look at me, look towards the distant mountains, yes, a more natural posture."

Mariko Shiratori focused on adjusting the angle of the screen on the phone, pointing out Nagasaki's posture from time to time, "Turn your head slightly, yes, that's it."

Nagasaki Wild Rose did as she said, and slowly relaxed in such a gentle and encouraging conversation.

She was half leaning against the glass window, sitting on a high stool, looking out of the window, she seemed to be smiling a little, and looked calm with hope for the future.

Although it is such an ordinary and gentle movement, it naturally reveals a tough character.

It was a persistent, clear feature, against the light in Nagasaki's eyes, almost shining in the lens.

Shiratori Mariko held her breath and carefully pressed the shutter button.

She took a lot of pictures in a row before she paused the movement of her hands and stood up slowly.

"How's it going?" Nagasaki Rose hurriedly rolled over from the chair, "Is it okay?!"

She leaned over to Mariko Shiratori, looked at herself in the photo, and couldn't help but "wow", "It's amazing!"

The photo has a strong sense of light and shadow, a perfect blend of softness and firmness.

She was almost whistling to herself on the phone.

"It's fine if you like it," Shiratori Mariko bent her lips, "shall I send it to you?"

She thumped her legs, "Let's find a place to sit first."

"Come here." Maki pushed up the dog Curly who was lying on the bench next to her, and made room for her. "This side is fine too."

"Okay," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "by the way, does anyone want to take pictures?"

She looked at the reply, "We'll be there in about half an hour. Then we can take another shot."

The light hit her obliquely, and from Fugurohui's point of view, it was obvious that Mariko Shiratori pursed her lips subconsciously when she spoke, as if she was a little uncomfortable because of dry skin.

He stood up, "I'll go downstairs to buy water first. Anyone want to join me?"

"I'll go too," Knotaba Yuhito stood up, "I'll go with you."

He smiled and said, "The money you brought is enough—speaking of it, Shiratori, what flavor of soda do you want to drink?"

"Grapes," Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "Do you remember the way? Go straight down from here, and there is a supermarket downstairs, but don't go too far, it's a bit devious."

"So—anyone else want to shoot?"

Ignoring Zenyuan Naoya, who is no different from a transparent person, Goujuji and Panda shook their heads, while Maki slowly drank the water in the thermos that came with her.

"I'm not interested," she said. "Don't look for me."

"Let me do it!" Rose Nagasaki raised her hand again, "I still want to shoot!"

Shiratori's photography skills are so good, anyone who doesn't take pictures is a fool!

"it is good,"

"So, why did it become like this!"

After a while, Nagasaki Yarose looked at herself in the second batch of photos with a little breakdown, "How could this happen!"

Like the first batch of photos, the quality is absolutely fine, and the resulting photos show her to be pretty perfect.

But, but!Why is there always someone squeezing in from the corner to make faces!And there are every one of them, damn it, she wouldn't believe it was not intentional!

"Ah, this." Mariko Shiratori coughed, "Why don't you ask them both?"

In fact, the photo is still very clearly profiled, but when a person and a panda in the corner make faces, the two faces look particularly eye-catching.

The dog Curly Thorn and Pang Da, who succeeded in pranking, clapped their hands. Before continuing to celebrate, they were dragged by Nagasaki Wild Rose.

She pulled out a ferocious smile, "Give, me, explain, explain!"

Half an hour later, the studio was finally vacated.

After Mariko Shiratori and the photographer successfully took a set of photos for Rose Kugizaki, there was still a lot of time left because of the high efficiency.

So in such a summer, Nagizaki Yeqiangwei pulled Shiratori Mariko and rushed out cheering, followed by Zenyuan Maki who helped carry the bag, planning to take another set of street scene photos.

However, today is really too hot.

Except for Nagasaki who is passionate about beauty, everyone is like a dried salted fish, just want to hide under the shady bench, motionless.

After the shooting, almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief and rushed into the nearby complex.

Yuzu Yujin was the first to push the door open, and the cool air immediately enveloped him from the beginning to the end.

He was very targeted, and rushed straight in front of the biggest electric fan in the hot sale area, then opened his arms, and stood in front of the electric fan, "Ah—so comfortable!"

Feeling the coolness, Knotabagi Yujin instantly stiffened.

"Kagizaki! Fukuro!" As if he wasn't enjoying himself enough, he greeted his classmates by the way, "Shiratori! Come and try!"

"No," Fu Heihui looked away, "This is too stupid."

He turned up his collar almost instantly, "I don't know you."

Mariko Shiratori looked around and pointed to a chair beside her, "You can sit there for a while and charge your phone by the way."

"I'm here—" On the other hand, Nagasaki Wild Rose threw all the shopping bags on the side of Fukuroi, and stood in front of another big fan, "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh So cold!!"

"Hey," Fu Heihui said helplessly after receiving a pile of shopping bags, "Are you an idiot? Don't throw things away!"

Nagasaki Rose doesn't care about this guy.

She cheered excitedly, "Shiratori, you should try it too! It's really great!"

Shiratori Mariko put down the things, hesitated for a moment, then walked over there.

She tentatively stood in front of the remaining fan, and the instantly increased wind was blowing straight towards her, wrapped in the cold air from the mall's central air conditioner, as refreshing as drinking a large amount of lemonade with ice.

"Shiratori—" Knotori Yujin turned his head and smiled at Shiratori Mariko, then opened his hands and shouted at the fan, "Isn't it very cool——"

It is the vitality and vigor that cannot be concealed even by the sound of the fan turning.

Shiratori Mariko also responded super loudly, "That's right——"

With all her might, she replied in a louder way than she'd ever imagined, "I feel cold—"

"Hey, you two—" Rose Nagasaki refused to be outdone, "Why didn't you ask me——"

She also exclaimed, "I feel cool too—"

And Fei Jia was standing in the corner at this time, looking at the sunny Shiratori Mariko who was shouting and laughing in front of the fan.

She seemed to have lost the trembling and shrinking posture due to the disease, and was rushing towards the happiness within her power with an unstoppable attitude.

"That's good," he said gently. "It's good that you're starting to embrace life, Shiratori."

The three of them opened their arms neatly in front of the fan, shouting and blowing the cold wind contentedly, until they were satisfied, and then went inside to buy food.

Whether it's the ostentatious hair color of the knotweed Yujin, or the childish and funny movements of the three of them, they are very eye-catching and attract passers-by to look back.

Zenyuan Maki, who was lying on the rest chair and watched the whole process, raised her eyebrows.

"White Bird will play around with them too," she asked, "Fu Hei, why don't you go?"

"No," Fu Heihui held the bottle in his hand, thought for a while, and got up, "Forget it, let's go."

If you don't go, I don't know what the two of them will do with Shiratori.

Fu Heihui looked around, only to realize that two people were missing.

"Where are Senior Goujuan and Senior Panda?"

"It is said that I went to buy rice balls," Chanyuan Maki said indifferently, "It seems that we are going to buy our portion back, right."

She sat up from the chair and looked around, "Where's that guy Naoya? I haven't seen her since just now."

Chanyuan Maki didn't bother to take care of her, but this guy kept on keeping his own place. If he didn't take her back, the guys from the Zenyuan family would start to quarrel again.

The Patriarch and the others didn't know how many times they had quarreled over the topic of "whether a girl can inherit the Zenyuan family". What about the guy who has no responsibility?Compared with those guys, Zenyuan Naoya is indeed a good choice for picking out generals from the pile of dwarfs.

Of course, before becoming a woman.

Zenyuan Maki has to say that after becoming a woman, Zenyuan Naoya is really a lot more normal.

Fu Heihui pointed to the side.

"It seems that I was accosted," he said calmly, "Then I'll go there first, and we will gather at the restaurant later."

The central figure Zenyuan Naoya mentioned by the two is casually perfunctory the passerby who accosted her.

"Really? Is it true?" She didn't listen at all, "Is it so?"

With her completely absent-minded answer, the man was still pestering her.

Zenyuan Naoya looked at the confident man in front of him at this moment, feeling bored.

"Miss, we chatted so well," the strange man in front of him took out his phone, "Are you interested in exchanging contact information?"

He looked extremely proud, his face glowing, "I'll tell you the truth, I am"

Zenyuan Naoya endured it and suppressed the killing intent.

She put her hands in her sleeves, forcing herself to change the content of her mind to the "no hands" agreed with Shiratori Mariko, so that she could force herself not to beat up the person in front of her directly, "Sorry, it's not convenient for me."

"Ah? Is that so?" The strange man frowned, "Miss, you are indeed pretty, but that's all."

He looked critically at Zenyuan Naoya, "Didn't you go to a serious school? Your intelligence is mediocre, your body is mediocre, and only your face can be regarded as not too different. Don't ask so high, or you will end up alone forever."

These words seem to be so familiar. Did I say that before Chanyuan Maki?

Putting this matter aside, Chanyuan Naoya sneered, "Where are you so good, dare to tell me what to do? Why don't you find a mirror and take a look at yourself?"

She spoke in a tone of voice, occasionally with extremely masculine gestures, which seemed a little comical.

But because of this sentence, it seemed a bit sassy.

A pair of girls who seemed to be listening to them couldn't help but laughed.

After the confident man was scolded by the picky Chanyuan Naoya and left, one of them came over.

"Sister, is it convenient to exchange contact information?" She smiled, "Sister is so handsome, I want to get to know you."

She has a sweet voice and looks lively and innocent in a floral dress.

Zenyuan Naoya almost turned his head and left, not wanting to chat with these people at all.

In the past, when she met such a passer-by and struck up a conversation, she would only think confidently, ah, as expected, I am such a romantic and suave person, and I pick and choose the people who come up to strike up a conversation, thinking that I am one in a million, unworthy of mortals. She has eyesight, but she is blind if she doesn't see her.

But now, she just felt that she didn't have that worldly desire.

Oh, it's the same whether it's a man or a woman.