After leaving the patrol room, Hu Ti's mood was even lower. He kept silent, walked with his head lowered, and kicked the pebbles on the roadside.
"What? Not happy?"
"Happy. You are working as an errand and you are getting paid. It is a good thing, so you are happy."
"Haha, everyone has his own destiny."
"that is."
"Don't be like this. We are brothers, and what I eat is yours. No matter what happens to each of us in the future, we are all brothers. We share blessings and hardships together!"
"good."
Hu Ti replied with a forced smile on his face.
Mu Tian thought to himself that his brother was a real policeman in his previous life, and Bao Dawen was equivalent to the "auxiliary police" of the police station. If he told it, it would definitely attract envy, jealousy, and hatred. He stepped forward and put his arms around Hu Ti's shoulders and looked at the sky.
Still early.
"Let's go shopping. Let's see what foreign stuff we can find. Let's spend these three dollars."
"We still have luggage with us."
"What are you afraid of? Let's go."
"We're not familiar with Shanghai, what should we do if we get lost?"
Mu Tian pondered for a moment, then pointed to the lane of rickshaws running on the street: "What are you afraid of? The streets are full of foreign rickshaws. When the time comes, call one and send it back to us. The rickshaw driver won't get lost."
"If the coachman gets lost, why should he pull the coach?"
"Let's go."
"It's better than this. Let's stop shopping and find a photo studio to take a picture. It can be used as a souvenir of our arrival in Shanghai. We can also send it to my mother. We don't have to just write a few dry words. My mother will be happy to see us.
"
"This is good. But where can we find a photo studio?"
"You were smart just now, why are you so stupid now? It's a foreign car."
Mu Tian patted Hu Ti's head with his hook and waved to call for a taxi with a playful smile.
Sure enough, the driver knew the road well, and after two streets he arrived at a "Xinxin" photo studio.
The boss was a man in his forties. When he saw the two people walking through the door, he immediately greeted them.
"Two of you taking photos?"
"Are you coming to have dinner?" Hu Ti didn't feel calm yet, so his words were a bit rough.
Mu Tian was not surprised and looked at him calmly.
With some comfort of understanding.
"Hey, that's natural. I'm asking if you two are taking one-inch photos, two-inch photos, four-inch photos, eight-inch photos, sixteen-inch photos, or twenty-four-inch photos. Is it a single photo or a group photo? But we can put the largest photo here.
To 24 inches. Do you want to color it?"
The boss kept talking, with a smile on his face.
"you say."
"you say."
Mu Tian and Hu Ti pointed at each other and said.
"You said so much, but I didn't understand it. What about the ten-eight-inch ones, and the coloring and stuff." Hu Ti still didn't have any good stuff.
"That's right, the store has recently launched a ten-yuan package service, which is ten yuan for one-inch negatives, plus four photos, plus eight-inch enlarged photos. If you want to add more photos, add one yuan for each photo."
"What's the coloring thing?"
"The enlarged photos can be colored and turned into color. But that has to wait. It will take a week to get the photos."
"Why don't you color it?"
“The specialty of this small store is that you can pick it up immediately. Others can only pick it up the next day.”
Hu Ti was attentive and had probably found out more about this, so he looked at Mu Tian and said that if he thought it was okay, he would ask Mu Tian to make the decision.
"It's up to you to decide this matter."
Hu Ti smiled and felt that he was compensated. He nodded and asked again: "What is the method of waiting immediately?"
"It will take about an hour. You can rest and drink tea in the shop, or you can go out for a walk. Come back at that time."
"Then let's try a set meal."
The boss was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay. Please go to the dressing room to tidy up your appearance first."
"What remains?"
"Sorry, it's the appearance, the appearance of the appearance."
"I thought you were taking our portraits?"
"I made a mistake, please forgive me."
The two looked at each other, smiled, and said nothing. Hu Ti counted out ten dollars and gave it to the shopkeeper, then each carried the suitcase into the dressing room.
"Jiangbei guys." The shopkeeper held Yin Yang in both hands and stared at their backs. "I've never seen anyone bring luggage to take pictures. It seems like we don't have props." He thought to himself, there is no doubt a pair of Jiangbei guys, ha.
Photographer Fang Gunong is in his thirties. He once studied in France. He originally studied Western paintings, but after going there he became obsessed with photography. However, photography is ultimately an original creation of the French, no matter how hard he tried.
It's like foreigners who learn calligraphy. No matter how high their achievements are, they can't become famous in China. The most they can get is "amazing because they are foreigners". They can only be among their own people.
Fool your own "unique skills".
He once used francs to draw some cartoons that satirized Hitler for left-wing organizations, and also took many sensitive photos on the street. As a result, he was wanted by the Vichy government police.
Fortunately, the French are quite particular. Juliet, the wife of the local police officer who almost had a romantic affair with Fang Gunon, notified him in advance, so he rushed to a cruise ship overnight, hid in the warehouse, and traveled across the ocean.
Returned to Shanghai.
He left in such a hurry, and with only a few hundred francs on him, including several series of Leica, he had no choice but to find a job to make ends meet.
In order to forget and be forgotten, he thought of his new name on the boat, which was called "Motoya". The name was a bit nondescript, like a Japanese.
It happened that the first mate of the cruise ship was looking for passports in his spare time, and he exchanged one for a top-notch Leica, and he became "Taro Motoya", a Japanese.
Afraid of making people hate him, he would only say that his name was "Motoya" to others, and he was extremely reluctant to mention "Taro".
"A full body photo, a half body photo, or a big head shot?"
Motoya poked his head out of the black cloth and asked loudly.
When he saw the two people carrying the boxes, he was stunned for a moment, then walked over and said, "Let's take it all." He walked behind them and pulled the rope hissingly.
Mu Tian and Hu Ti turned around to look, and the background behind them had been changed to the scenery of the Bund.
"Put this on the ground." Yuangu said and wanted to take the box in Hu Ti's hand.
Hu Ti clenched the box tightly and stared at Yuantu.
"Put it at your feet. In addition to the standard photos that the shopkeeper promised you, I will take a few more for you for free. But I can only give you the photos. The extra negatives belong to me."
Mu Tian and Hu Ti looked at each other, and both felt that this was something that could be done, so they nodded together and put the box on the ground at their feet.
Yuantu stepped forward and moved the position of the box, ran behind the camera, covered his head and took a look, then ran out and asked Hu Ti to stand with his arms crossed, and asked Mu Tian to support his head with his hands and put his elbow on Hu Ti's shoulders to watch.
Look at the camera, keep your gaze firm, and don’t laugh.
Mu Tian and Hu Tiyi did the same thing.
Motoya stared at the two people in the camera, shouted one, two, three, and squeezed the small leather bag in his hand.
"Click."
A flash of white light.
“Have fun on the beach!”
Motoya muttered quietly, secretly proud of his creativity.
Then push the machine forward to complete the standard photo.
The two were eager to see the results, so they decided to "wait" in the store.
The shopkeeper asked the waiter to serve two cups of coffee. When Hu Ti saw the dark numbness, he thought it was Chinese medicine soup and refused to drink it. Mu Tian sipped it slowly and drank it deliciously.
The store owner really kept his promise. Within an hour, Motoya came from behind and handed them a big paper bag, "It's all in there, go back and take a closer look. It's so cool, ha."
When he said this, he winked at them.
Mu Tian understood that he didn't want the shopkeeper to know about his private exchange, so he took Hu Ti, picked up the box, and hurried out of the photo studio.
Hu Ti didn't understand yet, so he looked back while walking.
Mu Tian just held Hu Ti.
"Look, Er Niang!"
Mu Tian was startled and looked back.
There is no second mother. Everyone in the store is busy with their own business and has no intention of chasing her out.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mu Tian tutted.
"Look there, inside the window."
Mu Tian fixed his eyes, and a huge photo in the window caught his eye.