your world my tomorrow

12 years later

Just after more than two months of follow-up filming in Afghanistan, Qi Shun returned to New York and before he had packed his luggage, Gu Jinlan called:

"Hello, Mom, I'm back, I just arrived." Qi Shun plugged his mobile phone into the Bluetooth wireless communicator in the room, talking to her while he was busy.

"Xiao Shun, I am relieved that you came back safely! Since you went there, your father and I have been worried every day for fear of accidents. Now he and I can finally sleep peacefully!" Gu Jinlan said with a strong Worried, the war-torn environment in Afghanistan really makes them feel uneasy.

"It's okay, don't you think I'm back now? By the way, how is my dad? He seemed to have a little cough before he left. Is he okay now?"

Qi Shun took out the bags of professional photography equipment and put them away. Later, he will sort out the photos he took from Afghanistan and send them to the editor of the magazine. His long-term follow-up interview and shooting has finally come to a successful conclusion. He narrowly escaped death again, but he chose to conceal it.

"He is fine, and you will go home for dinner tomorrow. Your dad and I haven't seen you for a long time. Don't just focus on work, you should also think about us two old people sometimes?" The tone on the other end of the phone revealed the son dissatisfaction.

"Okay, then I'll go back tomorrow morning, this time I can just rest for a while." Qi Shun, who was still organizing his camera, agreed.

"That's good, take care of your health when you're outside, don't just focus on work, you should find a girlfriend and start a family!" Seeing that her son was 30 years old and still single, Gu Jinlan couldn't help bringing up the old story again.

"Okay, Mom~ I still have something to do, I'll hang up first, and we'll talk about it when I get back tomorrow." Before the other party could answer, Qi Shun hung up the phone.

He quickly sorted things out, then imported the photos into the computer, and carefully screened thousands of photos one by one.

After tidying up for a while, Qi Shun got up and took a can of beer from the refrigerator and continued to organize the photos. After picking twenty or thirty photos that he was most satisfied with, he packed them up and sent them out before going to take a shower.

After two months of exhaustion and careful avoiding the danger of being shot to death at any time, Qi Shun stood under the shower enjoying the comfort brought by the warm and clean water.

It's been a long time since I took a shower, and I had fully prepared myself for the conditions there before going there, but it was still far beyond my imagination.

After washing and drying his hair, he came to the bedroom. Although the area of ​​more than 200 square meters seemed too spacious for him alone, at least there was a big studio occupying half of the country.

There is only a large double bed and a simple wardrobe in the bedroom. Outside the huge wall-to-wall floor-to-ceiling windows, the bustling New York City can be seen at a glance.

The black floor tiles are cold and dull, but the photos on the wall opposite the bed add some warmth to the room.

"I'm back, will it be a little lonely not being at home during this time? Heh~ I don't miss you. I almost died over there. How can I miss you." Qi Shun came to the photo wall and stroked one of them. The photo speaks to the people inside.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm asleep." After speaking, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

The next day, he returned to the place where his parents lived. The three of them hadn't eaten together for several months.

"Xiao Shun, is the filming going well?" Qi Haidong asked his son who looked a little tanned.

"Well, it went well, and I got what I wanted." Qi Shun nodded.

"Although work is important, don't forget to take care of your body." Qi Haidong ordered him to take a piece of Dongpo meat.

"I know, you and my mother should also pay attention to your health when you are at home. Especially my mother, don't work too hard, you already earn enough money." Qi Shun also reminded his parents.

"You still know, what's the use of me earning so much money, and you won't come back to help me!" I asked Qi Shun many times to ask him to help in the company, but he was always rejected, saying that he was not good at business and only played games. cameras.

"Mom, why are you bringing this up again? Do you think I'm a business person? I'll lose all your years of hard work in less than a month." Qi Shun felt that his mother valued him too much. up.

"Bah! What I earn is enough for you to pay for a month? You don't want to finish playing in a few years~~" Knowing that her son's ambition is not here, Gu Jinlan has no choice but to follow him into poverty.

"Dad, take care of your wife, don't think all day long about dragging me into the company to harm the society." Qi Shun moved out his mother's nemesis.

"Okay, Lan Lan, don't even think about it. What he is doing now is at least his hobby, and he has achieved some achievements. Isn't that good?" His son became a contracted photographer of "National Geographic" four years ago , spent most of his time taking pictures outside, and won many awards during the period, and he was quite famous in the industry. From Qi Haidong's point of view, his son's behavior is already very good, why bother to force him with things he doesn't like?

"All right, all your Fu-Zi's are right, and I'm wrong, right? By the way, Xiao Shun, we have a dinner date with friends the day after tomorrow, so you can come too." Gu Jinlan finally mentioned the key point of today.

"Do I know you?" Qi Shun wiped his mouth after eating.

"I don't know him. It's the dean of your father's school. He has been wanting to meet you since he saw your work before. It's rare that you have time this time."

"Okay, then I'll stay here for the next two days, and I'll go back to my place after seeing her." Qi Shun agreed without thinking too much.