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Zhao Xuan called the photographer to stop, and walked over to where Ying Zheng was sitting.
Although Yingzheng has mutated into a zombie who is not afraid of the sun, no matter how he changes, his race is still a zombie. Therefore, he has all the habits of zombies.
For example I hate light!
When the strong light of the flashlight suddenly came on, he subconsciously tightened his body and closed his eyes.
This strong light not only hit his eyes, but also hit his body.
No matter how many times, he couldn't adapt.
And the final result is that the photographer is about to go berserk.
The middle-aged photographer, with a dark face, said to Ying Zheng and Zhao Xuan, "Go ahead and wait, and come back when I finish taking pictures of the people behind."
There was a long queue of people waiting outside to take pictures and apply for certificates. If Captain Gao hadn't greeted him in advance, he would have suspected that they were here to cause trouble.
What the hell, I've never seen anyone who can take a picture like this!
Usually, there are people who can't stand the stimulation of the flash, but they will resist that second to finish the photo.
This person is simply, absolutely perfect!
Ying Zheng glanced blankly at the photographer, got up and straightened his clothes, and stood up from the chair silently.
He looked at Zhao Xuan quietly without any ups and downs, but Zhao Xuan inexplicably saw a bit of annoyance in his eyes.
Zhao Xuan held his forehead, exhaled, and pulled him out of the photo studio.
"Sit for a while, I'll think about how to do it." Zhao Xuan asked Ying Zheng to rest on the porch chair outside the camera, but she didn't make things difficult for him. After all, she also knew that fear of strong light is the instinct of zombies.
It was considered polite for Ying Zheng not to remove the camera from the photographer's hand immediately.
Ying Zheng gave a deep "hmm".
Zhao Xuan frowned, and walked slowly in front of Ying Zheng, thinking about how to turn off the flash so that Ying Zheng could finish taking the photo.
Seeing Zhao Xuan's slightly irritable appearance, Ying Zheng gave a rare explanation: "The light is too bright, dazzling."
Zhao Xuan looked down at him for a moment, and said, "It's okay, I'll figure out a way."
Ying Zheng nodded and nodded slightly.
The two of them waited outside the corridor until the evening, and the people who lined up to take pictures dispersed.
The photographer put away the camera, put on the coat hanging on the chair, and prepared to call it a day and leave work. No, just turned around and saw two people walking in one after the other.
The moment the photographer saw Ying Zheng, his face twisted
This person, why is he still here!
Forget it, let's take a photo! If you don¡¯t take pictures today, why don¡¯t you have to take pictures tomorrow?
It just so happens that he is off work now, and he has plenty of time to spend with him slowly, so he can just scrap more negatives and let them increase the price when the time comes.
Well, the photographer also broke the jar.
Taking pictures, starting again.
The result is still the same as before.
Zhao Xuan who was waiting on the side became anxious. Ying Zheng, who was expressionless, also had a little anxiety in his eyes. And the physiognomist has gone berserk.
"Brother, I beg you, can you stop blinking?" The photographer plucked two handfuls of hair irritably, and the hair on the top of his head was almost turned into a chicken coop by him.
Zhao Xuan gritted her teeth: "One more time, the last time, if it doesn't work, let's go home."
The photographer rolled his eyes: "There are no negatives, and there is only one last time. Boss Zhao, this photo is over, you have to give me the money for the negatives."
Zhao Xuan has a toothache: "Yes, definitely."
Photographer: "Okay, just for the last time. If it doesn't work, you can buy a camera without flash to take pictures tomorrow!"
Zhao Xuan stared: "" I need to buy an ID card and buy a camera myself?
The master photographer really wanted to take the picture quickly so that he could call it a day. The camera here is the simplest point-and-shoot camera nowadays, with few functions and built-in flash. But the "cold-faced hero" in front of him is extremely sensitive to flashes, even if he has all kinds of martial arts and fails in props, he still can't do anything.
The last photoshoot was miraculously successful. The photographer stroked his forehead and let out a hard breath. Ying Zheng, who was stiff and straight, also breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty Shi Huang was exhausted after being tossed all afternoon.
And Zhao Daxian smiled slyly, and after hearing the fortune teller said yes, he pulled Ying Zheng and left the police station.
After leaving the police station, Zhao Daxian pursed his lips and smiled lightly, a very wicked smile.
Ying Zheng looked at the woman beside her with a particularly bad smile, frowned and asked, "What did you do?"?? "
He just noticed that the flash seemed to be different from the previous flash.
Zhao Xuan turned her head: "It's nothing, I just cast a spell to make the flash not so bright."
Ying Zheng nodded, agreeing with her approach: "It's okay, the flash is too bright, it's really annoying."
They were happy, but the next day, the photographer picked up the camera again, and when he was about to start work, he found that the flash of the camera was broken.
Helpless, the photographer left a group of people waiting to take pictures, and hurried to the city by car to buy another camera.
Of course, he still bought a point-and-shoot camera
After Yingzheng's household registration was completed, Zhao Xuan's life became peaceful again, and when she was free, she began to get busy with the business of the coffin shop.
With Ying Zheng helping to look after the store, Zhao Xuan had a lot of time. After she left the business of the store to Ying Zheng, she took her tools and drove a small freighter to the countryside every day.
There are many cypress trees here in Longyin Town, almost all the cypress coffins in Zhao Xuan's coffin shop are from the local area, and she will only buy fir coffins from the city.
Zhao Xuan wandered around the countryside and saw a suitable cypress tree, so she went to the owner's house to buy it. Then act on the spot, pay the host family, and let them help cut down the tree.
This wood is not ready for use as soon as it is cut, and it has to be dehydrated for about a year before it can be dragged for processing.
Generally, Zhao Xuan does not make coffins by herself. She would let other people make ordinary coffins. Only when she meets that kind of person who is kind or evil, will she personally build a coffin.
After a few days of busy work, the store's stock was replenished. In a short period of time, Zhao Xuan no longer needed to go to the countryside to collect materials.
The weather is slowly getting cooler, and it will be Lidong in a few days.
Ying Zheng has gradually adapted to modern life. Although the expression on his face is still cold, it is a little more lively than when he first came out of the underground palace.
In the evening of that day, Ying Zheng raised his head from the sea of ??books, and said to Zhao Xuan who got up to go to the kitchen to cook: "Make me bloody soup tonight."
Zhao Xuan was stunned for a moment, and said: "Okay."
The two lived under the same roof, and they both knew each other's details. Zhao Xuan couldn't even start a fire to cook, let alone satisfy Ying Zheng's zombie taste.
No, she hasn't had blood for Ying Zheng for two days.
After Ying Zheng ordered the food, he buried his head in the book again.
After he became literate, he went to the bookstore to buy a bunch of books the next day and came back to read them. However, he had too little money, only three hundred yuan from Zhao Xuan.
Today's books are not cheap. I bought a few books for 300 yuan, and then I bought them all. But even so, he didn't buy the books he wanted.
In a small town like Longyin Town, a bookstore is considered a luxury. How could there be such things as the Great Qin Shiji he wanted? His Majesty the First Emperor was not discouraged, and tried his best to buy books related to history.
It was getting dark, Zhao Xuan yelled out of the yard after finishing the meal, and went into the kitchen again.
Ying Zheng looked up at the backyard, put away the books, got up and closed the store door, and entered the yard.
"Let's eat! Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the market early to see if I can buy fresh pig's blood." Zhao Xuan handed a bowl of bland bloody soup to the emperor who was sitting waiting to be fed.
The emperor readily accepted, picked up the bowl and nodded lightly, saying: "It's fresh and delicious."
Zhao Xuan: "" This person is too rude.
After Zhao Xuan finished her meal, she packed up and went back to her room to rest.
Ying Zheng also returned to his room. When he returned to his room, he went to the shop, carried the unfinished books into the coffin, leaned against the edge of the coffin, and read them quietly.
In the dark room, the rustling sound of flipping books sounded from time to time.
If someone who didn't know the details ran in at this time, he would be scared to death by the weird situation in his house.
In the middle of the night without sleeping, with the lights turned off, sitting in the coffin reading a book or something This is trying to scare people to death!
Night, gloomy and heavy. The thick fog filled the sky, covering the moon buds in the sky, and the earth was hazy.
"Deng dong dong" A few knocks on the door suddenly sounded under the quiet night sky.
Yingzheng's hand that was turning the pages of the book paused, turned his head to look outside the room, then lowered his head again, and continued to read.
At night, tranquility was restored.
"Dengdengdengdeng"
Almost ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door.
Ying Zheng paused for a moment, then put down the book, got up and flicked some wrinkled clothes, then stepped out of the coffin and walked out.
Outside the coffin shop, a man with a pale face and black lips stood silently. He slowly put down his knocking hand, and stared straight at the door with a pair of faint green eyes. Behind him, there is a big iron box.
The box looked heavy, because behind him, there was a very obvious drag mark.
The man remained motionless, waiting quietly.
After a while, the sound of the rolling door flipping finally sounded.
When the people waiting outside heard the movement, their green eyes turned up very slowly, and joy flashed in their eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The man stood quietly, he slowly lowered his hand knocking on the door, and a pair of faint green eyes stared straight at the door. Behind him, there is a big iron box.
The box looked heavy, because behind him, there was a very obvious drag mark.
The man remained motionless, waiting quietly.
After a while, the sound of the rolling door flipping finally sounded.
When the people waiting outside heard the movement, their green eyes turned up very slowly, and joy flashed in their eyes. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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