"Five yuan." Seeing that Ji Xiangdong hadn't agreed, the master didn't probe further.
"Wash another set, I'll take these first." Ji Xiangdong took out five yuan and handed it over, neatly arranging a stack of photos and slowly wrapping them in the kraft paper handed over by the master.
The master took out a form and had Ji Xiangdong sign it.
With the photos in hand, Ji Xiangdong left the photo studio, feeling as if the photos in his hand were burning hot.
He had just flipped through them. They contained pictures of his biological parents, his brothers, and his adorable nephews and nieces. They all had warm smiles on their faces in each photo. There was a string in his heart that had been lightly strummed, perhaps Elder Ji was right, he was running away.
Early on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Xiaobei hurried Lu Zhanguo to pick up the photos. She couldn't wait to see how they had turned out.
