Police Detective

　　 No. 13 was on duty. I was busy all day. The next day Bai Song took a rest. Early in the morning, Bai Song walked under the Jiuhe Bridge. Four or five days have passed. I don’t know how Zheng Yanwu is doing.

　　 Jiuhe Bridge is a small bridge. The Jiuhe Bridge Police Station is not as close to Tianhe as the Yuzhen Police Station. There is only a small winding river in its jurisdiction, which is 20 meters wide, which is not the same as Tianhe. The Jiuhe Bridge is a stone arch bridge. There is very little space under the bridge except for the river, but it can barely stand people.

　　 Looking for the way from the bridge to the bridge, Bai Song really saw a gray tent. It just so happens that Baisong, the brand of this tent, has seen it. At that time, Tuo Dawang used this brand in Nanjiang Province, and the effect of wind and cold protection is still good. The wind under the bridge is not small, but the tents are firmly anchored, and there is no wind behind the tents.

　　 "Old Zheng, are you there?" Bai Song walked to the front of the tent and patted the door of the tent.

　　 "Here." Zheng Yanwu walked out from behind the tent. Bai Song turned to see that he was eating something with a broken pot to heat up. Below is a portable gas stove, probably bought recently.

　　 "Okay, living conditions are good, I eat meat early in the morning", Bai Song approached and smelled the smell of meat.

"You're right, you have to look forward to the day." Zheng Yanwu stood and tuned his spoon. Bai Song found it interesting. Zheng Yanwu was not tall and had the advantages of not being tall. For example, this tent would be very suffocated if Bai Song lived Qu, and Zheng Yanwu lived in a spacious room.

"Well, but I still advise you a few words, the winter solstice will be coming soon, and the Chinese New Year will be soon, and the weather will get colder and colder. You still can't do it like this." Bai Song touched the material of the tent. It can't be compared with a brick wall.

　　 "I..." Zheng Yanwu was a little sad: "I don't want to live in the house. I will feel better outside."

　　 Bai Song nodded, he already knew the situation in his thoughts. It is estimated that Zheng Yanwu's family members died in the house in an accident. Zheng Yanwu refused to enter the house to rest.

　　 "Then you can buy a car, it's better than this." Bai Song thought of a compromise.

"No way", Zheng Yanwu measured his height with his hands: "I am not tall enough. I heard that I must have a driver's license more than 1.5 meters. I used to have a driver, but now I don't want to look for a driver anymore. , It’s nice to be alone."

"No." Bai Song came this time, but did his homework in advance: "I specifically inquired about the relevant laws. The height of medium-sized passenger cars is 1.5 meters, and the height of large passenger cars or trucks is 1.55 meters. However, there is no requirement for small cars. Make any request."

"Thank you", Zheng Yanwu knew that Bai Song was doing it for his own good: "I belong to a special situation. My height hinders safe driving. I understand what you said. I can't drive a car. Don't worry about me. It’s all here too, and I’m much better now than before."

　　 "Then you can't always be like this." Bai Song said: "You must have been a successful person before. You must have experienced a lot of storms and waves. You have just walked halfway through your life. You can't just stop like this."

"For so many years, I haven't said so much to anyone in a long time, Bai Song, I know your kindness, I will try to change", Zheng Yanwu said: "I opened a factory before, exploded once, and killed a few people. , I lost more than one million yuan, and I almost couldn't make it through at that time, and later I slowly held on. It's just that this kind of thing is my family's turn, it's really..."

　　 Bai Song knew that Zheng Yanwu's sadness had been revealed again, so he could only get around the topic: "I suggest you find something to do."

　　 "Looking for something to do? What is it? I once thought of being a teacher and spreading the residual heat, but my physical condition, I guess I can't do anything."

　　 "Then I'll give you a suggestion." After Bai Song finished speaking, he regretted a little bit. He didn't know what to say, but seeing the glimmer of Zheng Yanwu's eyes, he suddenly thought of something.

　　 Going to the magic city some time ago, he was in charge of the whole process. In photography, being tall has the advantage of being tall, but being short has a short perspective. With Zheng Yanwu's life experience and IQ, he can definitely become a good photographer!

　　The most crucial point, he has money! It's not just fun to have three generations of photography and SLR ruining a lifetime, but if you are willing to invest in six or seven figures, and study hard, this thing is really feasible!

　　A person who has succeeded, even if he is now down, is more likely to get results in other fields than someone who has never succeeded.

　　 "I think you can be called a good photographer." Bai Song said seriously.

　　 "Photography?" Zheng Yanwu had something in his eyes, his body remained motionless, and he pondered Bai Song's suggestion.

"Since you have thought about being a teacher, thought about spreading your thoughts, thought about not living in vain in this life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then, try photography. When you have good works, you can also change a lot. Many people." Bai Song strikes while the iron is hot.

　　 "How did this thing come?" Zheng Yanwu was a little tempted.

Healthy people sometimes groan without illness and feel how difficult life is, but these people have never thought that if they have a disability, if they don’t even have the qualifications to learn a driver’s license, if they go wherever they go, they will be looked on with cold eyes or colored glasses Gaze, what kind of state it is like.

　　 "This is not difficult, I'll call you to ask." Bai Song picked up the phone, Zheng Yanwu could not help but blocked him, and directly called Wang Huadong.

　　 This kid, during the business trip this time, he also jokes that his videos were not professionally recorded, so he should arrange something to do.

"Huh? Studying photography?" Wang Huadong was surprised when Bai Song asked about where there is a place to study photography: "What's wrong? You were shocked by me? I can tell you, although you now have 30,000 yuan in hand. You can only start learning photography for fifty thousand. If you just want to have fun, I won’t stop it, but the professional photography course you mentioned is not suitable. This kind of course is very expensive, ten thousand You can’t get many classes for a dollar, and you’ll be gone after a few outdoor teaching sessions.”

　　 "It's not me who studied, but my friend. Just find a better one. Money is not a problem."

　　 "A local tyrant?" Wang Huadong came and was interested: "It's easy to do if there is a local tyrant, introduce it to me!"

　　 "Go here, I won't joke with you." Bai Song said with no anger.

"Well, we don’t have this in Jiuhe District. I’ll send you a location and phone number, and you can tell your friends when you come back, but I’m done, don’t mention my name. The guy who started the class has a special personality and everything. Okay, it's expensive, and no discount is offered."