"Welcome. Are you handsome and beautiful guests here for artistic photos?" As soon as Chen Mo, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Man entered the photography shop, a delicate-looking girl came up to greet them, smiling at the three.
Chen Mo, wearing glasses, seemed somewhat familiar to her, but she did not dare stare at him too closely. That would have been impolite.
"We'll have a look around first." Chen Mo politely nodded at the girl.
"Certainly." The girl smiled slightly and did not ask further questions. There were not many customers in the shop, only two young women, both focused on the wall covered in photographs.
"Brother-in-law, look! These photos are so interesting. Every one has a little poem on it." Xiao Man took down two photos from the wall and discovered the poems written on their backs as if she had found a new continent.
The poems had been handwritten in artistic semi-cursive script. Their imagery suited the scenes in the photographs perfectly. Though they were not masterpieces for the ages, they carried the flavor of sipping a fine cup of tea.
There were over a hundred photos on the wall, all street snapshots. They looked like spontaneous shots taken in moments of inspiration, natural and full of atmosphere.
There were laughing elderly people, crying children, couples shopping, birds beneath a curtain of rain, blades of grass, and all sorts of other subjects. Every photo was exquisitely done, with a poem on the back.
"Our boss is a photography enthusiast and a poetry enthusiast. He usually likes to capture scenes that inspire him, then write a little poem on the back of the photo and put it on the shop wall for customers to enjoy.
"If you like one, you can put two yuan into that donation box and take