The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The crowds are noisy, but the clear snow is good.

Rue Xiang Photo Studio is located at the south entrance of Tongluo Street. A series of colorful lights are hung on the dark green plaque. The door frame and window are painted with bright red paint. Through the glass, you can see black and white photos framed in photo frames.

Life is difficult, and many people can't afford to take photos, and they don't have that much spare money in their pockets.

It is rare to see two extraordinary guests today, one looks like a snow fairy in Tianshan, with a gentle expression, if the spring breeze passing through the Yumen Pass should be so gentle, the other is tall and has a delicate face, it should be very precious Only a wealthy family raises a son or a young master, or else it is an actor raised by the rich master in private, with black lips and red lips, which is too delicate.

The owner of the photo studio came to greet him in person, with a face like a round orange, full of embarrassing smiles, afraid that the guests who walked in the door would slip away, and praised his skills.

The boss had a round head and a fat body, and said with a smile, "I'm not boasting about my photography skills. My family's photography skills are the best in these ten miles and eight streets."

"When people are photographed by my camera, the photos are as beautiful as paintings."

"Look, this is the big star Ruan Die."

"This is the mayor. When the ribbon was cut, he invited me to take pictures."

The boss pointed to the black and white photos of celebrities and ladies hanging high on the wall. The photos were really good.

"Are you thirsty, I'll pour you a glass of water." The boss said that his mouth was dry, and he was going to ask his wife who was coaxing the child to pour two glasses of hot water. "Cui Ming, go give..."

"Boss doesn't have to be like this." Shen Qingchuan couldn't help but curved his lips into a smile, stopped him quickly, and said politely.

Shen Qingchuan pointed to the young man in a light brown long-sleeved padded jacket standing beside him, and said, "We came here today to take a photo of this little brother and look for his lost relatives."

"Oh, that's a coincidence. I have a good relationship with Minsheng Newspaper. If you leave specific information, where is the name of the person, I will pass it on to you." The boss patted his legs and said, what happened in the past? Those reporters would go to his photo studio to rent cameras.

Everyone is familiar with this coming and going. Sometimes, the newspaper office can't spare manpower, so he will be invited to run the venue and take a few photos.

The owner of the photo studio brought a blank piece of paper and a pen, and handed them to Shen Qingchuan.

The three of them sat around a small round table, and Shen Qingchuan took the pen and paper.

Shen Qingchuan turned to look at Shang Xiaolou, his gaze was soft, as if the Milky Way was full of stars, and asked, "Do you think of any clues?"

Shang Xiaolou almost drowned in Shen Qingchuan's soft, spring-like eyes. If no one else was present, he wished he could turn himself into a cat and nest on Shen Qingchuan's lap, servile and servile, to please others.

Seeing Shang Xiaolou's beautiful eyes open, Shen Qingchuan was dumbfounded, thinking that he was remembering, and couldn't bear to disturb him, so after a while, he called him again.

Only then did Shang Xiaolou come back to his senses, his eyes were like lacquer, his scarlet thin lips were slightly pursed, and he shook his head gently.

The proprietress of the photo studio brought three cups of hot water, put them in front of Shen Qingchuan's table, and went to the back kitchen to cook.

The boss greeted warmly and said, "Come here for a cup of hot water, there is no good tea, so don't be disgusted."

Shen Qingchuan nodded his thanks, and said with a light smile, "How come?"

Suddenly, there was the sound of a child crying from the next door. The photo studio was just the husband and wife, and the wife couldn't get away from busy work in the back kitchen.

Shang Xiaolou fanned the hot mist off the cup with his hands, held it for a while, and felt that the boiled water was no longer so hot, so he handed it to Shen Qingchuan.

The long-haired young man with an exquisite face, round eyes, innocent like a cat, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, approached Shen Qingchuan with a cup in his hand, and said, "Brother, drink water!"

Shen Qingchuan quickly took it and said thank you.

At the moment Beibi left, Shang Xiaolou's hand touched Shen Qingchuan's cool fingertips as if inadvertently, and paused for a while.

Shen Qingchuan took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

He continued to ask, "Still can't remember? Do you remember your original name?"

Shang Xiaolou lowered his head and lowered his eyelashes, sifted light and shadow onto a small piece of skin under the eyelids, concealing the dullness in his eyes, and said, "I don't remember."

The boss put the child to sleep, walked over, and said with a smile, "Sorry, I kept you two waiting for so long."

Seeing that the paper was blank and nothing was written, the boss asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Qingchuan explained, "My little brother has amnesia, he doesn't remember anything."

The boss sighed and muttered, "This is a bit difficult. There is no one with a name, and there are so many people. How can I find someone? If I find someone, how can I contact them?"

"Just write my name."

Shen Qingchuan picked up a pen and left a few lines of chic and elegant handwriting on the white paper, wrote the words Leng Qingchuan, and said, "If anyone comes to recognize each other, let him find it at this address."

The boss nodded repeatedly and said, "This is easy to handle, I will definitely handle it properly for you."

The boss took Shen Qingchuan and Shang Xiaolou into a stack of canvases, including landscapes and pavilions, spring flowers, Western-style ones, etc., asked Shang Xiaolou, and said, "What background cloth do you like to use?"

Shen Qingchuan smiled and said, "No need to bother, just use the simplest plain cloth and take a photo of him."

The photo is a half-length photo, Shang Xiaolou is sitting on a mahogany four-corner chair, the camera is covered with a piece of black velvet cloth, with three stand legs, and the black lens is facing him.

But Shang Xiaolou's gaze always followed that clear figure, and the faint golden sunlight peeked in through the lattice window and fell on the side of Shen Qingchuan's face. The hazy, opalescent halo blooming on the edge of the outline seemed to be covered with a robe as light as a gauze behind him, full of warmth and affection, as if heaven and man.

Shang Xiaolou's eyes couldn't bear to leave Shen Qingchuan for a second.

The boss bent slightly, stood behind the camera, and covered his round head with a black velvet cloth. He was holding a photo button connected by a hose, and he was bound to take a satisfactory photo. He shouted, "Look here , the eyes are watching the play here."

Just as the owner of the photo studio was a little discouraged and wanted to correct Shang Xiaolou's sitting posture, Shen Qingchuan's attention was withdrawn from the exquisite props placed in the photo studio, and he noticed Shang Xiaolou's following gaze.

Shen Qingchuan moved to stand behind the owner of the photo studio, smiled, and blinked at Shang Xiaolou.

Shang Xiaolou also raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with long hair draped over his shoulders, exquisite and good-looking, like a noble young master raised by an old-fashioned wealthy family, and also like a cat in a happy mood.

"it is good."

The owner of the photo studio took the opportunity to press the button, the spotlight flashed, and a puff of smoke rose up, and he was satisfied with a picture that finally fixed his gaze to the camera.

"Finished?" Shen Qingchuan asked the boss.

"It's finished." The owner of the photo studio said in response, seeing Shen Qingchuan approaching curiously, he said with a smile, "Mr. Leng, why don't you take a picture too?"

"No, I'm not used to facing the camera." Shen Qingchuan waved his hand and said.

Shang Xiaolou moved his mind, came over to persuade, and said, "Brother, let's take a picture, it's a pity not to take a picture when we come here."

The owner of the photo studio wanted to get more business. When he saw someone coming up to assist him, he hurriedly said, "Yes, Mr. Leng, it's a pity that you don't take a photo."

The owner of the photo studio praised Shen Qingchuan vigorously, saying that he was prettier than a singer, and he praised Shen Qingchuan like a hype.

Shen Qingchuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

Leng Qiudu didn't like to put photos at home, and when he went shopping and encountered a photo studio, Leng Qiudu often said coldly that he didn't want to take photos, and dragged Shen Qingchuan away.

"Mr. Leng, take a photo and keep it as a souvenir. It only takes half an hour to develop the photo, and it takes two cups of tea."

In the end, Shen Qingchuan was persuaded by the owner of the photo studio, and took a personal photo, and also took a few photos with the monk Xiaolou.

After taking the photo, I saw the two people in the photo were close together, like a pair of brothers.

After handing over the money for taking photos and publishing newspapers to the owner of the photo studio, Shen Qingchuan went back to the small building.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he took a few steps to a small stall, Shang Xiaolou said to Shen Qingchuan, "Brother, I missed something in the photo studio, I'll go back and get it, you wait here for me."

Before Shen Qingchuan could react, Shang Xiaolou ran away quickly.

The owner of the photo studio was putting the notes and photos written by Shen Qingchuan into a paper bag, thinking of sending them to the newspaper office in the afternoon to publish a revelation.

Shang Xiaolou rushed in like a hurricane, wanted to grab the photo without saying anything, and wanted to turn around and leave.

The owner of the photo studio hurriedly chased him out, confused, and shouted while chasing, "Mr. Lou, hey, hey!"

He didn't notice at all the state of Shang Xiaolou's expression now, and the state beside Shen Qingchuan was completely different.

With silky black hair, lacquered pupils and red lips, she exudes a ghostly aura that should not be approached by strangers, extremely cold and fierce.

The owner of the photo studio was frightened by his look back, like two ice knives, only heard the young man warn him in a threatening tone, Shang Xiaolou said, "I took this photo away, don't ask about things you shouldn't ask." Ask, besides, if you tell him about this, otherwise your photo studio may not be able to continue."

The proprietress heard that there was movement in the photo studio, and ran out with the doll in her arms. When Shang Xiaolou left, she pinched the doll's face.

The boss, who had tried Shang Xiaolou's ruthless vigor, felt cold all over his body. After Shang Xiaolou left, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and almost sat limp on the ground.

The aura exuded by Shang Xiaolou just now, the owner of the photo studio has only seen the executioner who had beheaded thousands of people, or the bloody hostility of soldiers who survived the bloody battle on the battlefield.

The owner of the photo studio didn't dare to say anything, said it was all right, coaxed his daughter-in-law to go in for lunch, and hurriedly received the photo materials that he wanted to take to the newspaper in the afternoon, but he himself didn't notice that there was a redundant photo in the stack of materials. black and white photo.

Shen Qingchuan was looking at the things in the stall boredly, most of them were hairpin rouge gouache that girls like.

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind, asking, "Mr. Xiao Shen, Mr. Xiao Shen, is that you?"

Shen Qingchuan turned around and saw a young man in fancy clothes, with a bookish face on his fair face, dressed as a businessman, his eyes were full of joy, as if he met an old friend in a foreign land.

Young Master Li saw Shen Qingchuan's face clearly, and smiled happily, "Little Mr. Shen, it's really you. I looked at the back just now and looked familiar, so I thought I was wrong."

Shen Qingchuan didn't respond to this person, bent his lips and smiled, and said, "Sir, you must have mistaken the person."

"How come, Mr. Xiao Shen, don't you know me? I..." Young Master Li hadn't finished speaking.

Then I heard a voice cut in and said, "Brother, let's go!"

Shang Xiaolou grabbed Shen Qingchuan's hand and led him forward, ignoring the people behind him.

Young Master Li originally wanted to chase after him, but he didn't expect that there were too many people in the bustling street. A big man was carrying two bundles of firewood, walking sideways, shouting loudly, "Get out of the way, out of the way."

"Drip—" the car horn blared.

Immediately there was a passing Ford car driving on the road, Shen Qingchuan was dragged forward by Shang Xiaolou, if he was squeezed a step to the left by the crowd, his Yaqing robe would almost wipe the window glass of the car.

Crowds of people come and go, and all the wandering and missing are calm.

The wind blows gently, and the snow falls gently.

A car window cuts off the noise, and a long-haired man sits in the back seat, wearing a high-collared embroidered black robe. The snowy light shines on his brows, adding an inch of compassion to his cold eyes. There was no wave or wave in his eyes, except for a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and an agate bead hanging in his hand, like a bead of weeping blood, burning on his cold wrist.

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