kvmb Chapter 629 Zhan Mengyan was afraid she couldn't afford to pay.
Chapter 629 Zhan Mengyan was afraid she couldn't afford to pay.
In the midst of his ecstasy, the young photographer's gaze unconsciously drifted to behind Zhan Mengyan—where there was no one. A trace of disappointment swept through his heart like a thin mist. He remembered how he had secretly hoped his sister would appear with him, even if it was just a fantasy. His sister's figure had never overlapped with reality, but that longing, like an unhealed wound, ached faintly beneath the surface of his laughter. He lowered his eyelids, the smile on his lips vanishing in an instant, and an unspoken sigh rolled in his throat.
But Zhan Mengyan's presence quickly dispelled the gloom, and Zhan Mengyan took the brown paper envelope containing the photos.
"Your photos were processed expedited. I hope it didn't delay your plans."
The young photographer didn't look up as he spoke, a hint of tension barely perceptible on his face.
"No delay, no delay. These photos don't need rush processing. We only booked regular developing, so it doesn't need to be so quick. Thank you, sir." As Zhan Mengyan spoke, she noticed there were quite a few photos: "Sir, are you sure these are our photos? We didn't take this many."
"That's right, that's right, these are the photos you took last week. Mengyan, why don't you open them and take a look?"
The young photographer looked up as he spoke, pointed to the envelope in Zhan Mengyan's hand, and gestured for her to open it.
Zhan Mengyan opened the kraft paper envelope in her hand, and when she pulled out the first photo, she couldn't help but hold her breath—it was a background of her and her sister walking side by side on the old street's cobblestones, a mischievous smile on her lips, her eyes as clear as the sky after a rain. The composition and lighting of the photo were unbelievably beautiful. Seeing herself in the photo, she exclaimed, "It's so beautiful! So beautiful! Master, your photography skills are amazing! How did you know my name?"
Zhan Mengyan's praise struck the young photographer like an electric current, instantly energizing him and restoring his upright posture. His eyes shone with renewed light, and he began to recount the amusing anecdotes of the shoot: "That day, you two sisters came together. I heard your sister call your name, and I remembered it. I also overheard you two chatting, saying your sister was going to work far away, and she hadn't come today, so she must have already left… Your sister was leaning against the doorframe, and you were standing in front of the photo frame on the wall. The light and the people in the photos were especially beautiful then, so I secretly took a set of pictures of you." The young photographer's voice trembled with excitement, and he gestured wildly out the window, as if trying to capture every last memory. Zhan Mengyan's clear laughter mingled with the chirping of cicadas, completely dispelling the young photographer's disappointment and replacing it with pure joy—that afternoon, the photographer shone brightly because of Zhan Mengyan's arrival.
"How much did this cost?! Developing fees, film fees, and... why did you take so many? This will cost me several months' worth of living expenses!"
As Zhan Mengyan spoke, her fingers holding the photo began to tremble. Her mouth gaped open in astonishment, and she abruptly released her grip, stepping back as if burned. "Are you crazy?"
The timer in the darkroom beeped, and as the photographer bent down to turn it off, he heard Zhan Mengyan gasp. Turning around, he saw her wiping water stains off the photos with the hem of her shirt. The secretly taken images trembled slightly in her arms, like a flock of startled white doves.
"It's free, it's free, just don't blame me for taking your pictures without your permission..."
As the young photographer spoke, he seemed to realize he was in the wrong, muttering to himself, "Actually... I've already paid for the most expensive one."