She's like a lifesaver

A week later, the photography exhibition ended, and He Xiang left as scheduled.

At the airport, Jing Ya, Jiang Tong and assistants came to see her off.

He Si was wearing exaggerated sunglasses, hooked his assistant's shoulder with one hand, and patted his chubby stomach with the other, "Xiao Pang, I'll leave the house to you. Don't forget to lose weight after work. If you get fatter, I will really raise you." Sorry for you."

Home, He Xiang's studio, does not shoot weddings and funerals, gossip entertainment, but only ordinary life and ordinary thoughts.

The chubby figure is tall, but his mind is delicate. Because the parting is imminent, he leaned on He Si's shoulder and cried in a mess, "Boss, can you not go? Look at your scrawny body, go to that kind of place that eats people without spitting out bones." Still not tortured to death? Besides, the gun has no eyes, so you won't let you go just because you are a good person."

He Si hooked his glasses, and put his head next to the little fat head, "Don't worry, as long as you offer three sticks of incense every day, Boss, I will definitely come back safely."

"Boss..."

"Get out!" He Ruo suddenly pushed Xiaopang away, and kicked him angrily, "Every time I leave, you have to act like this, is it interesting?"

Xiaopang wiped away his tears and laughed dryly.

He Ruo didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned his head and said to Jing Ya: "Let's go, let's get together next time when we come back."

Jing Ya stepped forward to hug He Bi, "You must come back intact."

He Bi didn't answer, and winked at Jiang Tong in front of Jing Ya, "Little beauty, thank you for helping me write that interview, it's very objective, I like it."

Jiang Tong was shy, "You're welcome, Xiaoya helped me change it this time, next time I will definitely write it myself."

"Promising, my sister is waiting for you."

"Ok!"

"Let's go." He Ru waved his back to several people, and the only luggage he carried was the heavy creative tank camera bag on his back.

For He Xiang, money can be lost and life can be lost, but the things in it must not.

In her camera, any photo may be a story of someone's life.

Stories are to be remembered, not discarded.

Jing Ya looked at He Si's back without nostalgia, and said in a calm voice, "I send her away every time, the starting point is the same, the end point is always unknown, and the return date..."

From the first time I left, the word 'return date' should no longer exist in He Si's life.

"Sister He Si's back is so free and easy, I also want to be as brave as her, going to the battlefield to record the truth without hesitation." Jiang Tong envied.

"It's just a back view." Jing Ya disliked it, and when she realized the content of the second half of Jiang Tong's sentence, she tapped her on the head in fear and taught her, "How can you still be an idiot when that woman is cheating and doing everything she can?" An immature brat, imitating her? Don’t even think about it!”

Jiang Tong held his head in his hands and burst into tears, "Xiaoya, you hurt me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jing Ya was flustered, "I have to explain to you clearly, why is that woman so cruel to me, if you dare to imitate her, I won't let you get out of bed!"

"Xiaoya!" Jiang Tong became angry with embarrassment, and when he turned his head, the exit not far away was crowded with people.

"Xiaoya." Jiang Tong touched Jing Ya's arm.

Jing Ya withdrew her gaze from He Si and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tong pointed not far away, "The medical team of the Affiliated Hospital of the Military Medical University."

Jing Ya looked over, her calm eyes gradually deepened.

"Does their return mean that the situation in the disaster area has stabilized?" Jiang Tong asked, "The epidemic after the disaster seems to be very serious."

Jing Ya nodded imperceptibly, "Yes."

"They are as great as sister He Sijie. One records the truth of the war and the other saves dying lives."

"Great?" Jing Ya looked at the person walking at the end of the line, her words were sarcasm, "Even feelings can be deceived, it's not just greatness, it's astonishing."

Jiang Tong was inexplicable, "Xiaoya, what are you talking about?"

Jing Ya smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing, go back."

"Ah."

After saying hello to Xiaopang who had been on the phone, Jing Ya took Jiang Tong away.

Not long after, the medical team passed by Xiaopang, and Xiaopang forgot to speak when his eyes swept over the woman walking at the end.

Why does that person look exactly like the tattoo on the boss's back? ! !

The appropriate army uniform makes her tall figure stand out, and her body is blended with orchid, light bamboo, and breeze, making it impossible to ignore but unpredictable. Even though she only wears serious military uniform today, her face There is no smile, but the soft breath between the eyebrows is just like the whitest pear tree in the spring scenery of the city. The wind blows, and the fallen flowers float in the fine wine, and you will be drunk when you drink it.

There is also the indifference in her eyes and the indifference to the world under the indifference...

Six years ago, Xiao Pang tattooed such a person on He Ru's back with his own hands, and it took him a whole night.In order not to affect the effect, why did he not use anesthetics from the beginning to the end, the pain is inevitable, and the longer the time, the more abnormal the pain will be.

Up to now, Xiaopang can still recall He Xiang's appearance at that time, keeping his eyes open until dawn, numb as if the needle was not stuck in her body.

Xiaopang clenched his phone tightly, his eyes fixed on the woman who was walking at the end, and what He Ru, who was in love with him, kept flashing through his mind.

"My Xiao Yezi is comparable to ordinary people? When she wears a military uniform, she is sacred and inviolable, and her temperament is overwhelming. Once she puts on a white coat, she is like an angel in white. Her gentleness has long been carved into her bones, and it is my galaxy. Only one of the best Sunshine Girls can chew on it."

"How can you men understand the beauty of women, the taste of my little leaf... Oh no, I feel itchy when I say it, I went to the hospital to hook up with Xiaoye, don't bother me even if the studio is down. "

"It's over, it's over, I haven't seen Xiao Yezi for 3 minutes. If this continues, I will burn myself to death."

"..."

Since you can't leave each other for a few minutes, why did you end up breaking up?

The boss used such an extreme method to keep people on his body, but it happened to be a place that he could never see in his life. With such a contradictory approach, did he hate her for being too cruel, or did he hate himself for not being able to forget?

"Director Ye, let's have a meal together to relax tonight, do you want to go?" A young man came over and asked.

Ye Yishu tilted his head and smiled slightly, "I'm a little tired, you go, remember to bring the list with you tomorrow, I'll reimburse you."

"Hahaha, then thank Director Ye for the treat."

"You're welcome, it's just a meal, it's nothing compared to everyone's hard work for so many days."

"Don't, don't, you are the hardest one. I see that you haven't slept for several days to save the little girl who can't speak, and..."

Xiaonian's ramblings continued, but Xiaopang lost his mind at the sound of 'Director Ye'.

The surname is Ye, and she looks exactly the same as the woman on the boss's back. This person is [-]% the top little aunt Xiao Yezi who makes the boss want to die!

"Fuck! Shit luck! This can happen!" Xiaopang was excited.

correct!Boss!

When Fatty realized it, the members of the medical team had already left. He hurriedly called He Si, circling on the spot while chanting, "Boss, please don't go! Don't go!"

"The phone you dialed has been switched off, please try again later."

Xiaopang lowered his hands, looking at the direction the medical team was leaving with a frustrated expression on his face, "In another six years, the boss will be 32, so why would he want to fall in love?"

Behind Xiaopang, He Ru, who was supposed to board the plane, was standing in the distance, the camera was close to her eyes, and the corners of her tightly pursed lips slightly raised in the clear world in the telephoto lens.

No joy or anger can be seen, but the pear dimple on the lips is more lonely than before.