Why is this male classmate sticking to me?

Lu Chanchan took Jiang Yulin to the oldest photoshop shop in Fuxiaowai.

"All the photo stickers on my wall were taken in this store." Lu Chanchan dragged Jiang Yulin into the store and sat down.

Jiang Yulin looked around. This store is indeed very old. The tables and chairs should have been renovated several times, only the walls have not been repainted.

It is filled with all kinds of photo stickers, and it is already a bit like a message wall. Most of the guests will choose one and stick it on the wall after taking pictures.

The boss seemed to know Lu Chanchan very well, and greeted them warmly as soon as they entered the door.

"Yo! Chan Chan! You haven't been here for a long time!"

"So this doesn't bring friends to take care of your business?"

"Hey, okay, what do you want to drink? Uncle will make it for you."

"Let's just boil water, he is the same." Lu Chanchan pointed to Jiang Yulin, and then asked the boss, "You are almost becoming an Internet celebrity check-in point?"

"Isn't it! Fortunately, I listened to you and didn't replace the equipment with the latest ones, and the decorations were kept as they were. If I went to those platforms to promote it, wouldn't the guests rush here?"

The boss was all beaming, "Don't mention it, there are really many people who like this kind of old stuff, what do they call retro."

"It's just a feeling," Lu Chanchan nodded, "I like it too."

He leaned on the wooden table to chat with the boss, and Jiang Yulin walked around the wall by himself, and sure enough, he found what he was looking for in a certain corner.

Lu Chanchan was shocked when she came to call him, "You can find me too."

The four walls of the store have gone through so many years, and they are full of photo stickers. His one is still in a very corner, and Jiang Yulin was able to find it so quickly.

"It's very eye-catching, you can see it right away." Jiang Yulin answered naturally.

Lu Chanchan has never been shy when it comes to praising her appearance, "Maybe it's mainly because I'm good-looking."

"Yes." Jiang Yulin smiled helplessly, pointed to the photo and asked, "How old is it at this time?"

"Sixth grade," Lu Chanchan immediately answered, "Because it was taken on the day I graduated from elementary school, I was very impressed."

Jiang Yulin nodded, "It's very similar to you now."

"Is it equally handsome?" Lu Chanchan asked for praise with her eyes wide open.

The same skinny as a little pitiful.

Jiang Yulin glanced at him, pinched the back of his neck, "He's very handsome."

In the old-fashioned photo stickers, you need to choose the photo frame you like from the stacks of photo albums, record the number on the post-it note, and then report it to the boss. The boss imports it from the computer to the device, and the guests can go in and take pictures.

What many people enjoy and miss is the process of choosing a photo frame.

"Squad leader, did you ever take a picture of your photo when you were young?" Lu Chanchan asked while choosing a photo album.

Jiang Yulin shook his head, "No."

"Not once?" Lu Chanchan raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Not once."

Jiang Yulin replied calmly, and the warm light in the store made him look gentle, but Lu Chanchan felt a little sour in his heart.

"It's okay." He stroked the squad leader's hair, as if to comfort a big dog, "Let's take more pictures today, and I'll buy you a small photo album later."

Jiang Yulin slightly lowered his head to be touched by him, and raised his eyes when he heard this, "Small photo album?"

"That's it." Lu Chanchan took out something from the small basket on the wooden table and showed it to him.

It is a small thick booklet that looks like a mini dictionary, only the size of a few knuckles, and each page in it is a small transparent card booklet for storing photos.

Jiang Yulin felt the thickness of the small photo album, "Can we take so many photos?"

"One shot can't be done twice," Lu Chanchan said with the attitude of someone who has been there, "Don't worry, I will make sure you smile all over your face later, and I will make your first time full of ritual."

"Okay." Jiang Yulin nodded seriously, opened the photo album, and carefully selected the photo frames he liked one by one.

Lu Chanchan couldn't help laughing when he saw that when he recorded the photo frame number on the post-it note, his handwriting was neat as if he was writing an academic report by hand.

Jiang Yulin looked up at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Lu Chanchan shook her head and said, "Squad leader, look carefully at your handwriting. I feel that the boss will not be willing to throw away this piece of paper later. You have to find a frame to frame it to be worthy of these good words."

Jiang Yulin's ears were a little red, his face was sullen in a concealed manner, and he continued to write with his head down.

Lu Chanchan leaned close to Jiang Yulin to look at him, couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch his ear, but Jiang Yulin grabbed his wrist like a reflex, "Lu Chanchan!"

Lu Chanchan blinked innocently, "Why? Didn't I say nothing when you pinched my neck just now? You should let me touch my ears as well."

Jiang Yulin looked at him, his chest heaved a few times, and he let go as if in compromise, "Touch it, touch it."

The tone is quite self-defeating.

Lu Chanchan was amused by him, she leaned on the table and looked at him with her arm pillowed, and touched his ears from time to time, muttering, "You are so cute..."

Jiang Yulin's body shook uncontrollably, and he gave Lu Chanchan a sideways glance, "Don't push yourself too hard."

Lu Chanchan immediately pursed her lips tightly, expressing that she would never speak again.

After Jiang Yulin flipped through the first photo album, he naturally switched to the second one. He just wrote a few numbers and suddenly pointed to something and asked in surprise, "Is this still available?"

What he was talking about was a Bling Bling blue little star photo frame, which was used in the photo of the single little fat boy in the first grade on Lu Chanchan's bedside.

He waited for a while, but didn't hear Lu Chanchan's answer, so he turned his head to look at him.

I saw that Lu Chanchan's lips were still tightly pursed, and after looking at Shangjiang Yulin, he pointed to his mouth:

You don't let me talk.

Jiang Yulin was silent for two seconds, sighed, put his hand to his mouth, and made a movement of unzipping it, as if coaxing a child, "Can we talk now?"

Lu Chanchan seemed to be amused by her childishness, cleared her throat and said, "There are already, and new photo frames are added every year, but the old ones have never been replaced."

Jiang Yulin nodded, and solemnly wrote down the number of the little blue star photo frame.

After Jiang Yulin carefully selected and completed the five albums, they finally came to the equipment, closed the curtain and started taking pictures.

Jiang Yulin started to stiffen infinitely when he saw his extremely handsome face appearing on the screen from the moment he sat on the stool.

No matter how Lu Chanchan enlightened him, Comrade Jiang Yulin couldn't overcome his shame.

Lu Chanchan was out of breath laughing, wishing he could break his mouth with his hand and make him smile.

"Squad leader, can't you really relax a little more?" Lu Chanchan shook his shoulders vigorously, "Are you taking a picture of a photo, not a photo of your ID card!"

"You are playing, not enlisting in the army!"

"Be sober!"

Jiang Yulin pinched Lu Chanchan's hand, took him to sit beside him, and said with a stiff voice, "I'm very relaxed."

Lu Chanchan: "..."

Lu Chan Chan died.

Later, Lu Chanchan found out that what he said with a smile on his face was not aimed at Jiang Yulin, but himself.

It wasn't until Lu Chanchan felt that he had at least three nasolabial folds and lost consciousness on his face that Jiang Yulin gradually became better and began to make some suave expressions.

such as--

Jiang Yulin pressed the camera button, touched Lu Chanchan's shoulders during the countdown, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, slightly, undetectably.

He also reminded Lu Chanchan very confidently, "Shui Shui, laugh."

Lu Chanchan: Fake smile.

click-

The photo sticker machine recorded this weird scene. Two good-looking men, one smirked at the mirror, and the other seemed to be smiling, but looked more like glaring at the camera. It seemed that they didn't have a good relationship.

If this photo is posted on the wall, it will definitely cause the guests in the back to think deeply: The two of them can't understand each other so much, why do they want to take a photo together?

Lu Chanchan didn't know how many photo frames Jiang Yulin had chosen, but felt that he was taking photos in the dark.

He was so tired that he didn't want to move a finger, but Jiang Yulin was still full of energy. What's more frightening was that he was getting more and more energetic.

When Jiang Yulin pressed the camera button again, he pulled Jiang Yulin over his shoulder and acted like a baby, "I'm so tired, can I take a break?"

Jiang Yulin immediately hugged him, put his hand on his upper abdomen, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Lu Chanchan was a little embarrassed by his subconscious action, coughed, and pulled his hand down, "No, but my face hurts from laughing."

Jiang Yulin still hugged him, smiled lightly, and raised his finger against the corner of his mouth, "Didn't you just say you wanted to make me laugh? Why can't I play?"

The corner of Lu Chanchan's mouth twitched, "I admit that you are very good."

The moment he pursed his lips, Jiang Yulin's fingers suddenly fell into the dimple at the corner of his mouth. The magical touch made him laugh outright, and sighed, "You are so good..."

Facts have proved that Jiang Yulin is really a fucking talent. At first, he thought that one small photo album would not be enough, but in the end he took two full photo albums.

Jiang Yulin posted the picture of the two of them smirking next to Lu Chanchan, who was in sixth grade, and Lu Chanchan even drew an arrow with a brush: When you grow up.

The boss seldom saw guests who could take pictures like this, so he gave each of them a keychain with their photos printed inside with a wave of his hand.

Lu Chanchan took a look and was taken aback, "This one is pretty good."

The photo frame of this photo happened to be the little blue star that he used in the single photo of the little fat boy in the first grade, but when he grew up, the single person became a double person.

In the picture, he was leaning on Jiang Yulin's shoulder, his eyes complaining and acting like a baby, Jiang Yulin put his finger on the corner of his mouth, and smiled brightly.

At least it's more natural than other photos.

So it turns out that they were in this state when they got along...

Lu Chanchan's heart was pounding, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

Jiang Yulin didn't seem to notice it at all, he was already standing at the door of the store, and turned to call him, "Aren't you leaving?"

Lu Chanchan suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly followed, "Let's go."

After going out, Lu Chanchan was still in a daze, and after walking for a long time, he realized that Jiang Yulin hadn't spoken to him.

Lu Chanchan was puzzled and looked at Jiang Yulin, only to find that he had been staring at a certain place in the distance.

Lu Chanchan followed his gaze, and it turned out to be a sugar painting booth.

When he was a child, he especially liked to eat sugar paintings. At that time, there were many such stalls. When he went to the market, he could see several on the roadside.

Later it was less.

In Lu Chanchan's impression, sugar painting stalls can be seen everywhere until elementary school, and it seems that they all disappeared in just one year since junior high school.

When he suddenly remembered the taste and wanted to eat it again, it was hard to find one.

Now, in the downtown area during the two days of Chinese New Year, some old grandpas will come out to set up stalls.

Lu Chanchan's heart moved slightly, and she tugged on Jiang Yulin's sleeve, "Do you want to eat sugar painting?"

·

It gets dark early in winter, and the street lights come on just after evening, and there are various small shops selling New Year's goods on the roadside, crowded and lively.

Every store seems to share a playlist, either singing that today is a good day or singing I congratulate you on getting rich.

Grandpa's sugar painting stall is under the first street light at the intersection.

Jiang Yulin seems to be a person who has no childhood at all. He has never eaten sugar paintings, and he has only seen such stalls in documentaries.

"I thought it was some kind of long-lost intangible cultural heritage." Jiang Yulin squatted in front of the stall and said.

"Guys, do you want to choose by yourself or turn the wheel?" the old man said, holding a spoon.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Yulin asked Lu Chanchan.

Lu Chanchan was amused by his intangible cultural heritage just now, and he still hasn't stopped.

He slowed down and explained, "Grandpa used candy to draw us zodiac pictures, and asked if you want to order a specific zodiac directly, or use the turntable to rotate randomly."

Jiang Yulin looked at the turntable on Lu Chanchan's finger, and there were indeed twelve zodiac signs drawn on it.

He asked Lu Chanchan, "How do you usually like to play?"

Lu Chanchan said, "I like to turn, it feels more interesting, and every time I want to turn to the dragon, because the dragon is the biggest."

Jiang Yulin nodded, and instead of thinking about it, he turned the pointer and said to the old man, "I want to turn."

Unexpectedly, he turned into a dragon as soon as he came.

Jiang Yulin himself was shocked, his joyful expression looked like a child's.

The old man also boasted, "You're lucky, young man!"

"Thank you." Jiang Yulin replied, and then watched nervously as Grandpa drew him a dragon.

These old craftsmen really have a little kung fu. I saw grandpa holding a sugar spoon and lightly sketching a few strokes on the chopping board. A vigorous little dragon hovered on the wooden stick, lifelike.

"It's really amazing..."

Jiang Yulin had already taken out his mobile phone to take a picture, his expression was like that of an archaeologist discovering a new relic, from joy at the beginning to solemnity.

Lu Chanchan had never seen Jiang Yulin as a child before, and felt as if she was taking him through his childhood again.

The little strangeness in my heart before was also completely wiped out by the sudden sense of satisfaction at this moment.

It's just that Lu Chanchan's luck is not as good as Jiang Yulin's, he only turned a rabbit.

Seeing the corners of his mouth drooping, the old man smiled and drew him a bird next to the rabbit, and when he handed it to him, he said loudly, "Happy New Year, kids."

Lu Chanchan took it over happily, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, happy new year too!"

Jiang Yulin held his baby dragon's wooden stick at the side, and said seriously, "I wish you health and happiness in the coming year and every year."

·

After returning home at night, Lu Chanchan was really tired and decided to take a bath to relax.

The bathtubs in his house are separate, his parents use one, and he has one himself. He has invited many children to play water fights with him since he was a child.

This time, Lu Chanchan didn't think much about it. After filling the bathtub with water, she went out to find Jiang Yulin.

"Squad leader, hurry up and choose a movie, we can watch it while taking a bath later."

Jiang Yulin, who was bending over to collect his clothes, was shocked, straightened up stiffly, and slowly turned to look at him.

"What did you say?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-10-1118:52:00~2021-10-1218:32:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Doi is now, and the attack and control equipment is controlled, and there are 5 bottles of idiots; Maoqiu girl's alley, half a bottle;

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