The photographer and a few children were all laughing and leaning back.

"Xibao's snot bubbles!"

"Haha, Xibao is really cute!"

"How did he get the timing so right? Be sure to keep the photos forever and show them to Xibao when he grows up. ”

"Xibao, Xibao, haha! Ha ha! He's so cute! ”

"Yo, the fat boy is really festive. Re-photo? The photographer asked the wind and snow.

Feng Qingxue laughed so much that tears almost flowed out, wiped the corners of her eyes, and nodded affirmatively, "When I wipe his nose, please ask the master to take another picture of their father and son." "Just like Lu Tianjun said, the one just now can be used as a family heirloom.

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

Seeing her raise her feet and leave, Xibao was so anxious that she trembled all over, and shouted vigorously, "Mom......"

Although he can call his mother, he doesn't realize what his mother means at all, he rarely speaks, only occasionally when he is in a hurry, he will call his mother when he sees the wind and snow, sometimes Lu Jiang teaches him to call his father, but the word mother is exported.

"Light snow, let's take a picture of the three of us, and I'm not happy to take a picture with the stinky boy."

Lu Jiang said so, of course Feng Qingxue would not agree.

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

Xibao is very honest when she sits in her mother's arms, and her purring eyes are staring at the camera.

"Good!" It is rare for a photographer to see such an outstanding family of three, especially the fat baby, who is white and fat, handsome and big-eyed, and ordinary people can't raise such a blessed child.

Next, the photographer brought two benches about the height of the chair and placed them on either side of the chair.

The old man sat on a chair with the baby in his arms, and the two comrades sat on the left and right, and the children stood behind them. Two older children stand in the middle, and on either side stand a slightly shorter child, two on one side. ”

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

Lu's father and Lu Jiang were very relaxed, but the children behind them were nervous, with serious expressions.

It was useless for the photographer to say anything, so he simply took a picture.

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

Cao Hui and Wang Xinru were stationed in the border defense with the troops, the plateau area, the environment was harsh, and the supplies often couldn't keep up, and 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 to it, but they often sent money, tickets, and things.

When the payment was made after the shooting, Lu Jiang said: "Trouble Comrade to wash two more photos for us." ”

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

Out of the photo studio, the children who rarely went to the city did not want to go back.

Feng Qingxue took the money and the ticket and handed it to Lu's father, "Dad, you take the children to the state-run restaurant for dinner, don't be reluctant to buy it, Xibao's milk bottle and milk powder are in the bag, ask the waiter to order boiling water to make milk powder, and Ajiang and I will go to the scrap collection station to take a look." ”

Father Lu understood, "You come and pick us up early, and you have to eat too." ”

"Brought dry food, Dad, leave us alone!" Feng Qingxue responded, pulling Lu Jiang to drive away the mule cart.