Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The photographer and several children burst into laughter.

"Xibao's snot bubbles!"

"Haha, Xibao is so cute!"

"How come his timing is so accurate? You must keep the photo forever and show it to Xibao when he grows up."

"Xibao, Xibao, haha! Haha! He is so cute!"

"Hey, fat boy is so happy. Do you want to take another photo?" the photographer asked Feng Qingxue.

Feng Qingxue laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out. She wiped the corners of her eyes and nodded affirmatively, "When I wipe his nose, would you please master take another photo of the father and son." Just like Lu Tianjun said, that scene just now Zhang can be regarded as a family heirloom.

She walked over to wipe Xibao's nose, but she couldn't get away.

Seeing her lifting her feet to leave, Xibao was so anxious that he trembled all over and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mom..."

Although he knew how to call mom, he didn't realize what mom meant at all. He rarely said it. Only occasionally when he was anxious, he would call mom when he saw Feng Qingxue. Sometimes Lu Jiang taught him to call dad, and he said it But it’s the word mother.

"Qingxue, let's take a photo together as a family. I'm not happy to take a photo with that brat."

Lu Jiang had said so, so Feng Qingxue would certainly not refuse.

So, Feng Qingxue sat on the chair, holding Xibao in her arms, while Lu Jiang stood behind her on the left side, with one hand on the back of the chair.

Xibao is very honest as he sits in his mother's arms, his eyes staring at the camera.

"Okay!" The photographer rarely sees such an outstanding family of three, especially the fat baby, who is fair and chubby, with handsome eyebrows and big eyes. Most families cannot raise such a blessed child.

Next, the family portrait was taken. The photographer brought two benches that were about the same height as the chairs and placed them on both sides of the chairs.

"The old man was sitting on a chair, holding the baby. The two comrades were sitting on the left and the right, and the children were standing behind them. The two older children stood in the middle, with shorter children standing on both sides, two on each side. indivual."

According to the arrangement of the photographer, everyone stood up one by one.

Father Lu and Mr. and Mrs. Lu Jiang were very relaxed, but the children in the back were nervous, all with serious expressions.

No matter what the photographer said, it was useless, so he just took a picture.

Feng Qingxue asked the photographer to take a photo of Song Gang alone so that he could send it to his parents.

Cao Hui and Wang Xinru were stationed at the border with the troops. In the plateau area, the environment was harsh and supplies often couldn't be kept up. They were in the same place as Lu Jiang, so they didn't come to pick up Song Gang for fear that he wouldn't be able to adapt, but they often sent money and tickets. Mail Things.

When paying after taking the photo, Lu Jiang said: "Comrade, please give us two more copies of each photo."

"No problem, I'll pick it up in a few days." The photographer had already noticed the military uniform on his body. He must have been stationed in the army for a long time. He rarely goes home once a year, so he had to take photos of his family with him.

After leaving the photo studio, the children who made a rare trip to the city didn't want to go back.

Feng Qingxue took the money and tickets and handed them to Father Lu, "Dad, take the children to a state-owned restaurant for dinner. Don't be reluctant to buy them. Xibao's milk bottles and milk powder are in the bag. Ask the waiter for some boiling water to make the milk powder. Ah and I Jiang went to the scrap collection station to have a look."

Father Lu understood, "Come here early to pick us up. You also have to eat."

"I brought dry food, dad, don't worry about us!" Feng Qingxue responded, pulling Lu Jiang to drive away the mule cart.