On Xu Wanzhao's first day with the army, he was stopped outside the living area of Qingshi Station.
"You're not on the list. Who are you looking for?"
"Zhou Yanchuan, my husband."
Everyone was waiting to see the joke, and the cold-faced Battalion Commander Zhou opened the door and came in, taking her suitcase: "She is my lover."
Recognize your wife in front of others, and divide the house after others.
Xu Wanzhao took out the marriage certificate and empty photo frame: "A replacement wedding photo?"
The man only replied with three words: "No need."
Everyone said that the squeamish girl from the city could only live in the Northwest for three days. Xu Wanzhao has no space or system, only an old camera left by his father and a real craft.
She set up a photo corner with a piece of white cloth, took a 20-year-overdue family photo for the veteran's family, left the first military uniform photo for the recruits to send home, and helped the women in the family home turn their photography skills into a business.
People waiting to see the joke gradually formed a long line and called her "Master Xu".
When her photo studio opened, the opportunity to return to the city came.
Xu Wanzhao put away the negatives and decided to end this marriage of only responsibility.
That night, Zhou Yanchuan, who had always refused to be in the camera, blocked the door with the developed film. His ears were red, but his tone was tough:
"Master Xu, everyone else has taken the photo, is it our turn?"
