Qiao Jinling looked very happy. It was only after ten o'clock, so we could still go shopping for a long time.
Song Jingyan found a friend, Luo Fengxia, took Song Yishan and Qiao Jinling, and set off on their bicycles. Qiao Jinling sat on the front beam and Song Yishan sat on the back seat.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is not yet the New Year, and people on the street are beaming with joy. They wear new clothes and new hats: sheepskin hats, woolen scarves, woolen coats, sheepskin high-heeled boots, imported toad glasses...
There are young people who are not afraid of the cold. They wear a wool vest, a plaid shirt, a twill tie, and a leather jacket. They have long understood the essence of mixing and matching.
Qiao Jinling felt a little emotional. She was also at the forefront of the times. She once spent three months' salary to buy a branded PU jacket, but they spent one month's salary to buy a genuine leather jacket with smooth lines and tough texture. No wonder in her previous life
Sometimes my mother always laments that the clothes are not as good as hers back then.
Qiao Jinling looked at the people coming and going and felt that there was energy on the faces of the people on the street. No wonder some people said that the 1980s were "big ups and downs", "big reds and big purples", "big openings and big closings". It seemed that there were good things every day.
News, the sun is new every day.
"Let's take Lingling to visit Wangfujing Street, it's lively there."
The person who led them out was a round-faced girl named Luo Fengxia. She had two long braids. In fact, she started working early and was about twenty years old.
"Okay, Aunt Luo."
Qiao Jinling likes this girl who loves to laugh. She has never been able to resist girls who are friendly.
In fact, Qiao Jinling has been to this street many times, but the people walking on the street are different. There are all kinds of noisy hawking sounds on the street, and people push various carts to sell their products.
Qiao Jinling was no longer surprised. She had just watched an old man driving a carriage pass by on Chang'an Street, and there was a basketball court in Tiananmen Square.
There were few cars on the street, and bicycles were the largest group. Qiao Jinling's expression fell into Song Yishan's eyes.
"Are you scared because there are too many people?"
Song Yishan came over and took Qiao Jinling's hand. From a child's perspective, what Qiao Jinling saw were walking legs.
"Well, it's a bit."
Qiao Jinling was only surprised, not frightened. She looked at her surroundings carefully and matched them one by one with the memories in her mind.
"Let's go in and take a photo as a souvenir."
Song Yishan pointed to a building and said to Qiao Jinling.
"Is there a photo studio inside?"
Qiao Jinling remembered that there was a famous Chinese photo studio here, but why didn't he see it? Maybe it had moved somewhere.
"Yes, there is a Chinese photo studio inside. It's as high as eight floors. It's just a bit expensive. A one-inch ID photo costs 7 cents, and a two-inch photo costs 1 yuan and 5 cents. You can go to Dong'an for 5 cents.
I bought a bunch of wilted radishes at the market. The wedding photos I just took here, four black and white photos, cost more than 100 yuan, which is enough for both of our monthly wages."
Despite Luo Fengxia's words, she still chose to take her wedding photos here because she wanted to capture the most unforgettable moment in her life.
Qiao Jinling didn't feel anything at all. Money was spent. She took out a dollar from her pocket and said generously to Song Yishan: "Let's go, I'll ask you to take a photo."
In her previous life, she had never thought of setting foot here to take a photo. She always felt that she just took photos with her phone and deleted them if they were not suitable. She never developed the photos. Now she thinks about it, which is a bit regretful.
There are many people taking photos, and even if the price is expensive, everyone is willing to take family photos as a souvenir. There are especially many people taking wedding photos.
There are bamboo forests, Roman columns, fences and other scenery just imported from Hong Kong and Taiwan, as well as wedding dresses with large tails specially customized from tailors in Shanghai. I have only seen young people taking wedding photos with quotations before. Where have I seen these?
So I have to spend a lot of money to take pictures.
"Hello, do you want to take photos?"
A young man in work clothes came over and asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, I want to take a two-inch photo of my child."
Luo Fengxia pointed at Song Yishan and Qiao Jinling.
"Okay, you can bring your child over here to comb his hair and wait in line for a while. You'll be there soon."
The young man led them to the dressing table, which was simple and clean, with a mirror and a plastic comb.
"Come on, Aunt Luo will give Lingling a braid and let's take a nice photo."
"Well! Thank you, auntie!"
Luo Fengxia separated Qiao Jinling's hair, braided two braids on both sides, and then braided two large four-strand braids downwards. Instead of the liveliness and cuteness of the horn braids, she had a little more stability and sweetness.
"It seems like something is missing?"
Luo Fengxia held her chin in her hands and looked at Qiao Jinling.
"Give."
Song Yishan remained silent until he suddenly handed over two bright yellow ribbons.
"Yes, tie two bows with a ribbon, it will definitely be beautiful, but it's a pity that you can't see it in black and white photos."
Luo Fengxia's fingers were flexible and she tied two beautiful bows, making Qiao Jinling look even more delicate and cute. Her big, round almond-shaped eyes looked childish.
"Oh, I really didn't expect that our good eyesight is pretty good, but when Lingling wears it, it makes her face look even more painful."
When Song Yishan heard Luo Fengxia's praise, he turned his head to the side, blushed and said nothing.
"Does it look good? Song Yishan?"
Qiao Jinling jumped over and waved the bow in front of Song Yishan.
"good."
Song Yishan's face turned red as he held back these two words.
"whispering sound!"
Qiao Jinling curled her lips and ran to look in the mirror again.
"Come here, you can take pictures."
The staff there greeted them over.
"Hey, the little girl looks so cute. Did you come to take pictures with your brother?"
In order to make the children relax, the staff usually chats with them while adjusting the camera.
"Yes. He is my brother Yishan."
Qiao Jin Lingxian glanced at Song Yishan, who was half a head taller than her when he was sitting down. He was older and taller than her, so she reluctantly called him brother.
Song Yishan stiffened for a moment and looked a little serious.
"Brother is a little nervous. Look how relaxed my sister is. Are you ready? Come on, let's have a laugh."
"Crack!"
After the photo is taken, it will take three days to pick it up.
Song Yishan insisted on paying for it himself, but Luo Fengxia couldn't win over the child, so she had to agree.
"If it's too late to pick up the photo, I'll send it to you."
Song Yishan didn't look at Qiao Jinling, as if he was talking to the air.
"Okay! Song Yishan!"
Qiao Jinling readily agreed, but Song Yishan's face looked a little bad and walked away quickly.
"Hey! Song Yishan! Why are you walking so fast? Wait for me, you are such a weird kid~"
Qiao Jinling didn't know where she offended him again. She always fell out with him. Are all children nowadays so unique?
After a tiring day, Qiao Jinling was sent back to the hotel, and Sun Huifang and Qiao Xiangxiu had also returned.
"Huifang, what do you mean when you say the fallopian tube is blocked? Why is the tube still blocked? Is it blocked because of mud like a water pipe?"
Qiao Xiangxiu looked sad.
"It's okay, Xiang Xiu. Didn't Dr. Song say it's suspicious? He said we can only know the result by taking a picture. We'll see tomorrow. Don't worry too much."
Sun Huifang offered words of comfort. She also had a partial understanding of Song Jingyan's words. There must still be something wrong, but she didn't know how big the problem was.
"Yes, as the old saying goes, there are times in your life that you must have, but there are times in your life that don't exist, so don't force it. There's no point in rushing. Let's wait and see the results tomorrow."
Qiao Xiangxiu collapsed on the bed. In fact, this result was not that bad for her. She thought she had been sentenced to "death", but she did not expect that there might be a "suspended death".