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Chapter 478: The Vegetarian Reporter’s Three Aces (3)

Song Yuesheng stayed for three days after returning home.

Like all parents who love their children.

On the first day, I made a lot of delicious food. My parents held up a newspaper clipping with "Song Yuesheng"'s name on it and praised me.

The next day, Fang Xinrou took photos of Song Yuesheng in various styles.

At noon on the third day, the two of them started to urge her, asking her why she hadn't gone to the newspaper office yet.

When she was ready to go back to the apartment at night, the two were reluctant to leave and lamented that time passed too quickly.

Their love for their children is genuine.

But even so, Song Yuesheng became even more puzzled by the practice of treating the heroine as his own daughter in the plot.

The original owner's parents described in the plot were like a curse.

"Xiao Song, when I came here I passed by Haina Photo Studio and saw a few photos of you hanging in the window. They were so beautiful! Were they taken by your aunt?"

As Zhang Yitong spoke, she excitedly walked to Song Yuesheng.

"Can I cut in line and let Auntie take a few photos for me first?"

Song Yuesheng kindly reminded: "My mom took the photos during the day. She said the light is better during the day. We won't have a day off until five days later. We'll have to listen to the radio on Friday to find out what the weather will be like during those two days."

"No."

Zhang Yitong was discouraged.

But she soon regained her spirits.

"Then let Auntie help me take that evening photo."

Song Yuesheng was stunned: "Which one? I didn't take pictures at night."

"It's the photo of you wearing a cheongsam, with a fierce look in your eyes and a plum blossom hairpin in your hand, as if you were going to stab someone in the next second."

After Zhang Yitong finished speaking, she took a pen to demonstrate.

Song Yuesheng remembered.

This is a picture she took on her first day home.

Ms. Fang complained that the clothes she took in the newspaper photos were not right, so she asked her to take some more photos after dinner.

I didn't expect this picture to be hung in the glass window.

Zhang Yitong touched Song Yuesheng's arm and said, "Let's go tonight and bring Meihua along."

Han Meihua, who had just walked in, looked confused.

"what are you guys saying?"

"It's good to take pictures." Zhang Yitong winked at her and then sat back at her workstation.

Not long after, Deng Lan and Yuan Yada also walked into the newspaper office.

There was another person coming in with them.

Deng Lan introduced her to everyone enthusiastically: "This is Xia Pingwan, your future partner. Xia has studied abroad and has a very unique understanding of art. Our newspaper also needs such talents to add luster to each issue of our newspaper."

Xia Pingwan smiled and said softly, "Hello, I'm Xia Pingwan."

"welcome."

Led by Zhang Yitong, Song Yuesheng and Han Meihua applauded in response.

Song Yuesheng was convinced.

Unexpectedly, Xia Pingwan only worked as an art teacher for one month.

Finally, I joined Chaolu Newspaper.

Yuan Yada smiled, with some warmth and encouragement in her eyes.

She said to Xia Pingwan, "Xiao Xia, please sit opposite Xiao Song. I moved my desk to Sister Lan's office yesterday. This way, it will be easier for the four of you to communicate."

Xia Pingwan nodded slightly, her face filled with the shyness and expectation of a newcomer to the workplace, and responded softly.

"Thank you, Sister Dan. I will try my best to adapt to the new environment."

"It's okay. Once we enter Chaolu, we're a family." Yuan Yada patted her shoulder.

She turned around, pointed at Yuan Yadan, and said, "If you don't understand something, you can always ask Xiao Zhang. Meihua and Xiao Song don't like to talk much."

Xia Pingwan glanced at Song Yuesheng.

Is she deaf?

How can you get a lot of things out of Su Xinyu even though you’re not talkative?

Meanwhile, Yizhou.

Qi Yi picked up the newspaper delivered to Sangcheng every day and read it as usual.

Either a murder case has been solved, or a new site for building a factory has been chosen.

Means nothing.

Suddenly, a photo of a person caught Qi Yi's attention.

He turned the newspaper inside out, and a portrait of a woman in cheongsam appeared before his eyes without reservation.

The woman held a hairpin in her hand, her eyes as sharp as a knife, as if piercing through paper.

Qi Yi's gaze lingered on those eyes for a long time.

After a moment, he stroked the pair of murderous eyes with his fingers, and curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

found it.

Sangcheng, Haina Photo Studio.

You’re quite good at hiding.

suddenly.

A burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence in the room.

Yu Hanhai pushed the door open and walked in, looking somewhat anxious: "Old Qi, Huang Que failed again. This time the accident was still because of that reporter named Song Yuesheng."

"It was because of her both times. Should we send someone to Sangcheng again?"

Qi Yi put down the newspaper in his hand, and there was a hint of amusement in his laughter.

"In that case, let's go to Sangcheng in person. We'll set off this afternoon."

Yu Hanhai looked puzzled.

Why did he feel that Lao Qi was very excited?

After Qi Yi left, Yu Hanhai walked to the desk.

The news title opposite is: "Show the power of women, the new style of Haina Photo Studio is waiting for you to unlock."

But what caught Yu Hanhai's attention was the portrait on the left.

Isn't this the reporter?

Stop being a journalist and become a photo model instead?

Was Lao Qi just reading this news?

What is there to be happy about?

……

Song Yuesheng stayed in the newspaper office for a while and then went out to look for news. He stayed outside for a whole day.

After get off work in the afternoon, Zhang Yitong invited Xia Pingwan to go to Haina Photo Studio together.

Since the heroine doesn't cause trouble, Song Yuesheng has no reason to refuse.

There are six photos hanging in the glass window of Haina Photo Studio.

All of them were taken by Ms. Fang during the holidays.

I have to say that Ms. Fang has the ability to turn decay into magic.

The original owner's face was not considered a great beauty.

In terms of percentage, the maximum is seventy-five.

But the six photos of Ms. Fang brought her appearance to over ninety.

Every girl who came out had a smile on her face.

No wonder there are still so many people queuing at around six o'clock.

They were very kind and decided to come back another day.

Song Yuesheng chose to stay and help and refused Xia Pingwan's suggestion to continue riding in his car to go home.

The plot only says that the heroine's ability is dream travel.

In case Xia Pingwan's body does not disappear after using her ability, and only she herself suddenly appears out of nowhere and reappears, things will become very bad.

Song Yuesheng waited in the hall until almost nine o'clock.

Fang Xinrou came out of the photo room with a tired look on her face. When she saw Song Yuesheng, she smiled again.

Song Yuesheng gently handed the cup of steaming tea on the table to her mother, her eyes full of love and concern.

"Mom, I heard from Yun Duo that since the cheongsam photo was hung up the afternoon before yesterday, many people have come to take photos with you. Even more people came today."

"You can actually limit the number of people. I asked Yun Duo about the time for each person to take photos. At the current rate, we can only accommodate a maximum of 20 people per day. If there are more, it won't take too long for not only you, mom, but also Yun Duo's body."

The clouds emerged from the darkroom where photographs were developed.

Hearing this, I took over the conversation very naturally.

"Boss, Xiao Song is right. We are almost too busy today. You still have to instruct them on how to do the movements. Not only will it take longer, but the customers in line will also feel that the service is poor."

Song Yuesheng continued, "Yun Duo, please put up a notice outside the door later, saying that the number of people allowed to take photos is limited to 20 per day. If you come together, no more than five people are allowed."

Fang Xinrou listened to the two people singing in unison and said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

She patted Song Yuesheng's arm and said, "Go back quickly, Xiaoyue. This place is still far from your apartment."

Song Yuesheng was worried that Fang Xinrou would be too compassionate.

She gave one more reminder before leaving.

"Mom, I'll look for news in the area tomorrow. Don't take photos of people who make exceptions just because they ask for mercy. If there's one, there will be two or three..."

"I know. You're a smart kid." Fang Xinrou suddenly said, as if she suddenly remembered something, "Do you have the flashlight?"

"Take it."

Song Yuesheng raised his right hand and shook it.

I pushed the door open and a gust of cold wind took the opportunity to sneak in.

Song Yuesheng caught a glimpse of a black car starting up and then speeding towards the street on the right.

It's that car again!

She ran after him.

In the night, her figure was elongated.

The license plate number is: Sang0061

There is another one...

boom!

Song Yuesheng was so focused on looking at the license plate number that he ignored the road beneath his feet and collided with a pedestrian who was walking out of the alley.

Both of them staggered due to the sudden impact, and she took several steps back due to inertia. Finally, she could not keep her balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Song Yuesheng rubbed his aching head and looked over.

Liang Shuman, with his orange hair, stood out in the dark night.

He was dressed casually and holding a dog leash in his hand.

Seems to live nearby.

The white Samoyed hid timidly behind him.

Song Yuesheng stood up and said, "Sorry, I'm anxious to catch up with a major news. Mr. Liang can go to the hospital for examination and treatment. Give me the silver dollar bills, and I will give you 20% more silver dollars as compensation."