lcionline Chapter 65 Graduation Photo
Chapter 65 Graduation Photo
In early June, the sun was blazing, and there was still a month left until the high school entrance exam.
Today is the day to take graduation photos.
Sunlight squeezed through the gaps in the teaching building, cutting the playground in two.
Half of it was dazzlingly bright, while the other half was dark and grayish.
The students of Class 1, Grade 9 stood below the stage in three rows, with the boys at the back and the girls at the front, and the teachers standing on the sides.
Everyone was wearing their school uniforms neatly, blue and white, which shone brightly in the sun.
The photographer was a middle-aged man with a goatee and a baseball cap, who was squatting on the ground adjusting his camera.
There was a tripod next to him, and the camera on the tripod looked quite expensive, with a lens as thick as a bowl.
"Come on, everyone, stand up straight!"
He stood up, clapped his hands, and said, "Boys, last row. Taller guys, stand in the middle. Shorter guys, stand on the sides. Don't push, don't push. You fat guy, move a little to the left. Yes, you, stop looking."
Someone in the group chuckled, but quickly suppressed it.
Song Huan stood in the last row. To her right was Yi Fan, and to her left was a bespectacled boy surnamed Liu, who was usually quiet.
He stood with his hands behind his back, very straight, shoulders open, and chin slightly tucked in.
The sunlight shone on his face, a little dazzling, and he squinted but didn't look away.
At that moment, he was somewhat dazed.
In his past life, when taking graduation photos, he stood in the back row on the side, head down, his bangs covering half of his face.
When the photographer yelled "Look at the camera!", he raised his head slightly, but then lowered it again.
When the photos were developed, he stood there, shoulders hunched, eyes darting around, like a rabbit ready to run away at any moment.
At that time, he thought that graduation photos were just a formality, and once they were taken, he would throw them into a drawer and never take them out again.
After moving several times, I lost that photo somewhere.
Now that I think about it, I can't even remember how many people were in my class.
Xiao Yunqing, standing among the girls, was talking to the female classmate next to her, occasionally turning her head to look at Song Huan in the back row, her high ponytail swaying back and forth.
This is perhaps the most beautiful aspect of youth.
"Girls in the first row, squat down! Yes, like that. Teachers in the third row, move a little closer to the center."
The photographer raised his hand and gestured, "Teacher Gao, move half a step to the left. Okay, that's it!"
Gao Xiao stood on the side of the first row, wearing a white shirt, her hair tied up, and her expression still indifferent.
But she wore lipstick today, a very light touch, so subtle you couldn't see it unless you looked closely.
She moved half a step to the left, stopped, and placed her hands together in front of her.
The photographer stepped back behind the camera, bent over, pressed his face against the viewfinder, and raised one hand.
"Okay, everyone look at me, three!"
Song Huan looked at the camera, a slight, subtle smile playing on her lips.
"two!"
He heard someone next to him trying to suppress a laugh, and a girl in the front row couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"one!"
"Click."
The shutter clicked crisply, like snapping a piece of chalk in half.
The scene froze at that moment, sunlight filtering through the leaves and falling on the blue and white school uniforms, everyone's eyes were shining, and the corners of their mouths were turned up.
Some people laughed heartily, some laughed faintly, and some didn't laugh but their eyes were crescent-shaped.
Song Huan stood in the last row, standing very straight, with her chin slightly tucked in, the corners of her mouth turned up, and her eyes clean and bright.
He was completely different from the boy in the photo from his previous life, who had hunched shoulders and a wandering gaze.
Xiao Yunqing stood among the girls, with a high ponytail, bright eyes, and white teeth.
The photographer straightened up, glanced at the camera screen, and nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, not bad."
The group immediately broke up.
Some people ran to the photographer to look at the photos, some squatted on the ground to drink water, and some took out a small mirror to fix their bangs.
Song Huan stood still, stretched her neck, and heard a cracking sound from her bones.
Yi Fan stretched and yawned, "Finally finished filming. I stood for almost half an hour, and my legs are numb."
Song Huan ignored him and glanced to the side.
Xiao Yunqing was squatting by the flower bed, taking something out of her schoolbag.
After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out a bottle of honey grapefruit tea that Song Huan had bought for him that morning. He unscrewed the cap, took a sip, his cheeks puffed out, and his eyes squinted.
The sunlight shone on her face, making her eyelashes shine.
"Song Huan! Xiao Yunqing!"
Gao Xiao's voice came from the front. She waved to them, "Come over here, let's take a picture."
Song Huan paused for a moment, then walked over.
Xiao Yunqing also stood up, her mouth still full of a drink, her cheeks puffed out, and jogged over.
Gao Xiao had already pulled the photographer over, pointing at Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing, "Take a picture of the two of them."
The photographer glanced at Song Huan, then at Xiao Yunqing, and smiled. "Okay, stand over there, the lighting is better there."
"Huh? Us?"
Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing exchanged a glance, both feeling a little embarrassed.
"Hurry up!" Gao Xiao urged, "The other students are waiting to take their pictures."
Song Huan was pushed to the front of the flower bed, and Xiao Yunqing stood next to him.
The two were about a fist's distance apart, neither too close nor too far.
Xiao Yunqing quickly put the beverage bottle aside, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up straight.
Gao Xiao stood next to the photographer, arms crossed, looking at the two of them with a smile on her face, occasionally revealing a maternal smile.
"Come closer," she said, her auntie smile widening.
Song Huan moved half a step to the left, her shoulder touching Xiao Yunqing's shoulder.
Xiao Yunqing didn't move, but her ears turned red.
"Get a little closer," Gao Xiao said again.
Song Huan moved another half inch, and their shoulders touched.
The sleeves of the school uniform rustled against each other, making a very soft rustling sound.
Xiao Yunqing lowered her head, her face flushed red to the roots of her ears.
Gao Xiao looked at them, her lips curving into an even wider smile.
She recalled the two people when they first came to the school three years ago.
One sat in the first row by the window, and the other sat in the last row by the wall, with half a classroom between them.
On the first day of class, she noticed that the girl with the ponytail always looked backward.
Later, she arranged for them to be together, and Xiao Yunqing was so happy that her ponytail stood on end.
Later on, the two of them were like glued together, inseparable.
These two kids are such a perfect match.
Looking at Gao Xiao's doting smile, and hearing her inner thoughts...
Song Huan was stunned.
Teacher Gao, so you also ship me and Xiaoyunduo?
Huanyun99!
"Alright, alright, stop teasing them." The photographer laughed and raised his camera. "Look at the camera."
Song Huan looked at the camera with a natural expression and a slight smile.
Xiao Yunqing was also looking at the camera, her face still red, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.
The expressions are strikingly similar!
"Click."
After taking the photo, Xiao Yunqing turned and ran, her ponytail swinging. She ran a couple of steps, then stopped and looked back at Song Huan.
"Song Huan, why don't you take a stroll around campus after school this afternoon?"
Song Huan thought for a moment, "That won't work, I have to do my duty today."
Xiao Yunqing waved her hand dismissively, "I'll help you."
Then she ran away, her ponytail swaying in the sunlight.