Chapter 9 first quarter

A few minutes after the bell rang, loud voices began to be heard. Akiyoshi Yuichi held a monocular camera in his right hand and bent over to spy out.Sure enough, female students walked out of the main entrance of the junior high school of Tsinghua Women's Academy in groups.He held the camera to his chest and examined the faces of many girls one by one. He was hiding in the back of a truck parked on the side of the road about fifty meters from the main entrance.This is an excellent location, because most of the students of Tsinghua Women's Academy will pass by him when school is over, and the carriage is covered with cloth.For Yuichi, to achieve today's goal, there is no more ideal hiding place than here.If he could get a photo, it wouldn't be in vain for him to skip the sixth class and come here.

The junior high school uniform of Tsinghua Women's Academy is a sailor uniform, and the summer uniform is a white background, only the collar is light blue, and the pleated student skirt is also the same color.I don't know how many female students passed by Yuichi who was peeking behind the cloth with their light blue skirts swaying.Some of the girls' faces are so immature that one might think they are elementary school students, and some of them have already begun to enter the stage of adult women.Whenever the latter approached, Yuichi wanted to press the shutter, but he held back because he was afraid that there would not be enough film at the critical moment.

After staring at the passing girl in this posture for nearly fifteen minutes, he finally caught sight of Tang Ze Xuesui, and hurriedly picked up the camera and followed her movements through the lens. Tang Ze Xuesui walked side by side with friends as usual.Her friend, a skinny girl with metal-rimmed glasses, a pointed chin, pimples on her forehead, and a skinny figure, Yuichi didn't want to make her a subject for the shoot. Tang Ze Xuesui's hair is slightly brown, shoulder-length, and the hair seems to be covered with a film, giving off a dazzling luster.The fingers that move the hair with natural movements are very slender, and the body is equally slender, but the curves of the bust and waist are feminine.Many of her admirers consider this to be her most attractive aspect.Her eyes reminiscent of a delicate cat looked at her friend beside her, and her small mouth with a slightly thicker lower lip showed a cute smile.

Yuichi adjusted the camera and waited for Karasawa Yukiho to approach.He wanted to take closer close-ups.He likes her nose. Yuichi's house is the innermost one of the single-family houses in the narrow alley.Open the sliding door, and the kitchen is on the right.Because it is an old house of more than 30 years, the strange smell of miso soup, curry and other foods is absorbed on the old walls and pillars.He hated the smell and thought it was the smell of the old street. "Kikuchi-san is here." Yuichi's mother said while facing the kitchen counter while preparing dinner.Looking at her hand, it was obviously fried potatoes tonight, Yuichi couldn't help but feel bored.Since my mother's hometown sent a large pile of potatoes a few days ago, it will definitely appear on the table within three days.

On the second floor, Fumihiko Kikuchi was sitting in the middle of the room that was less than five stacks away, watching the movie introduction.It was the booklet of "Rocky" that Yuichi read four days ago. "Is this movie good?" Kikuchi raised his head and asked Yuichi, and the introduction book just turned to a close-up of Stallone. "It's beautiful and touching." "Oh, everyone says that." Kikuchi arched his back and stared at the brochure fiercely.Yuichi knew he wanted it very much, but kept silent and began to change clothes.I can't give him the brochure. If he wants it, he can go to the movies by himself.

"But movie tickets are expensive enough." Juchi said so. "Hey." Yuichi took out the camera from his sports backpack and put it on the desk, then straddled the chair with his arms around the back of the chair.Kikuchi is his good friend, but he doesn't like talking about money with Kikuchi very much.Juchi has no father, and it can be seen from his clothes that he lives in poverty.You should feel lucky that at least your father works and earns money in your family.Yuichi's father was an employee of the railway company. "Going to take pictures again?" Kikuchi asked when he saw the camera.He showed a meaningful smile, he should know what Yuichi was going to shoot.

"Hey." Yuichi also responded with a meaningful smile. "Did you get a good picture?" "I don't know yet, but I'm pretty sure." "Here's another chance to make some money." "How much can this be sold for? The materials also cost money. It would be nice to deduct the surplus." "But it's nice and enviable to have this expertise." "It's not really a specialty. I haven't even figured out how to use this camera. I just shoot and wash it casually. Anyway, these are all given by others." Yuichi's current room used to be his uncle's.My uncle's hobby is photography. He owns a lot of cameras and simple tools to develop black and white photos.When my uncle got married and moved away, he left some of it to Yuichi.

"It's good that someone gave you these things." Realizing that Kikuchi was going to say something envious and jealous again, Yuichi couldn't help feeling a little depressed.He always avoided turning the topic in that direction, but Kikuchi often took the initiative to bring up topics related to the rich and the poor, whether intentionally or not.But today is different, Kikuchi said: "Last time, didn't you show me the photos taken by your uncle?" "Photos on the road?" "Well, is that still there?" "Yes." Xiong turned his chair 180 degrees to face the desk, and reached for a scrapbook stuck on the edge of the bookshelf, which was also left by his uncle.There are a few photos inside, all in black and white, and they seem to have been taken nearby.When Kikuchi came to play last week, we talked about photography, and Yuichi just showed it to him.

After getting the scrapbook, Kikuchi looked through it eagerly. "What are you going to do?" Yuichi asked while looking down at Kikuchi's fat body. "Well, it's nothing." Kikuchi didn't answer directly, but pulled out a photo from the scrapbook, "Can you lend me this photo?" "Which one?" Yuichi stared at the photo in Kikuchi's hand.The photo shows a man and woman walking in a familiar alley, the posters on the telephone poles are fluttering in the wind, and they look like they will fall down at any time, and a cat is squatting on a plastic bucket not far away. "Why do you want this kind of photo?" Yuichi asked.

"Well, I want to show it to someone." "Show it? Who?" "I'll tell you later." "Oh." "Lend me, can you?" "It's fine, but you're really weird." Yuichi looked at Kikuchi and handed him the photo.Kikuchi picked up the photo and carefully put it in his schoolbag. After dinner that night, Yuichi hid in his room to develop the photos he took during the day.To develop photographs in the room, just put the negatives in a special container in the closet that acts as a darkroom, and the next steps can be carried out in a bright place.After the development was complete, he took out the negatives from the container and went to the sink on the first floor to flush.It was supposed to be brewed overnight with running water, but my mother would nagging when she saw it, and Yuichi knew it all too well.

Halfway through the rush, Yuichi looked at the film through the fluorescent lamp.He was satisfied to confirm that the luster of Karasawa Yusho's hair was a clear shade.He was sure—no problem, the customer would be satisfied.