shallow affection

After taking a cold shower, the rioting thoughts finally subsided one by one, and there were not so many screams, growls, and noises in my head.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fang Mingzhan called Jian Qingli again, but this time it was not that no one answered, and the phone was turned off immediately.

It was quiet downstairs, and Yang Tong should have gone back to the bedroom. This difficult night officially began at this time.

Fang Mingzhan suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he couldn't find it after searching all over the room.This is normal, and he hasn't touched cigarettes since the second year of high school.Back then, I smoked purely because of novelty and curiosity, and I wasn’t addicted to it at first, but Jian Qingli discovered it, and said solemnly, you have learned badly, I thought you were the type of person who could stay awake and not follow the crowd.

At that time, Jian Qingli was in the third grade of junior high school, she was not tall, she picked up Fang Mingzhan's school uniform collar, and sniffed Fang Mingzhan's chest, showing a tangled and weird expression.

What's the matter, Fang Mingzhan thinks it's funny, does it stink?

Jian Qingli wrinkled her nose and looked reluctant, but she still confessed honestly, it's okay.He also said, strange, why do I think the smell of cigarettes on other people is so stinky.

Fang Mingzhan's heart was full of secret happiness, and he said that maybe I was special.

You can't smoke either. Smoking is harmful to your health.Jian Qingli looked very much like their upright dean.

Well, no smoking.Fang Mingzhan readily agreed.This should not have been difficult to do.

Jian Qingli felt that his answer was perfunctory, and grabbed his sleeve tightly. I'm serious, if you are my brother, you can't smoke.

Under the sun, Jian Qingli with short cropped hair was cool and handsome, with dark eyes and red lips, she had a heart-pounding and healthy beauty.When he said the word brother, a sweet shyness flickered at the corner of his mouth.

Fang Mingzhan looked at him intently, and said after a while, I don't want to be your brother.

Jian Qingli was stunned, maybe because she felt embarrassed, she turned her head angrily, whatever, I don't bother to care about you.

This makes me angry, my mind is so small.Fang Mingzhan hugged his shoulders with a smile, and promised to never smoke again from tomorrow.He kept his promise, and he hasn't smoked since the next day, but that night, he consumed most of the pack in one go.

He imagined Jian Qingli's face in the curling blue smoke, the fire of desire burned all over his body, and he couldn't get rid of it. This burning lasted for many years.

Waking up early in the morning, Fang Mingzhan was amazed that he was able to fall asleep.He washed his face, shaved his beard, and walked quietly downstairs.The living room was empty, and Yang Tong was still in the bedroom. I don't know if he tossed and turned last night, washing his face with tears.

Fang Mingzhan felt guilty for this, but the feeling was not strong. The farce four years ago had consumed most of his empathy for Yang Tong.

Before the morning rush hour started, he drove the car to Yunshuiyuan at high speed.Standing at the door of room 502, he dialed Jian Qingli's number again, and still prompted to turn off the phone.

Fang Mingzhan began to knock on the door. He was polite and restrained at first, knocked a few times, waited a while, and then knocked again.Later, I became a little anxious, and knocked on the door continuously and heavily, making the sound getting louder and louder.

There was no response. Behind that door, there seemed to be an endless void. There had never been a gorgeous, presumptuous and eccentric person.

"Jian Qingli!" Fang Mingzhan shouted.

The neighbor across the door came out, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, holding the baby's milk bottle in his hand, and asked, "Are you looking for Little Jane?"

Fang Mingzhan realized that he had lost his composure, and forced a smile at the other party.

"Little Jane is on a long journey," another white-haired head protruded from behind the man, speaking sharply, "I went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy vegetables, and I happened to meet him carrying a suitcase. I asked him, and he said he was going to catch up." airplane."

Fang Mingzhan held the handle of the anti-theft door, and shook it reluctantly. With great effort, the door lock remained firm, with only a dry sound. He nodded to the old man and said, "Thank you."

The neighbor on the opposite side retreated into the house, and when Fang Mingzhan turned to leave, he heard a muttering, probably he was here to collect debts.

They were right, he was indeed here to collect debts, love debts.

The wedding photography team sent by Luo Yu studio consists of five people. It is expected to take four days for round trip and shooting.

On the plane, Xia Ziying kept twisting and turning, obviously not used to the narrow space of the economy class.Jian Qingli sat next to him, covering her head with a blanket, pretending to be sleeping.

The palm print on the left side of his face was already very faded, but he still put on a little foundation so as not to be yelled at and asked why.Yang Tong's hands are very strong, and he must have planned this slap for a long time. He wanted to hit it four years ago, but because he was emotional and mentally disturbed at the time, he failed to perform it successfully. Now he finally made up for it as he wished.

Jian Qingli thinks this is very good.The restless night is over, he no longer needs to think about it, guess whether Yang Tong is relieved, and have daydreams full of expectations.This loud slap will remind him of his sin for a long time.

Before boarding the plane, he quietly turned on his mobile phone, and saw many missed calls from Fang Mingzhan, and a WeChat message, a few short, impersonal words, what did my mother tell you?

Jian Qingli did not reply and continued to pretend to be missing.He knew that his behavior was extremely willful, but other than that, he had nothing to do.He used to look forward to getting an answer on Fang Mingzhan's birthday, but now, he was glad that someone had sounded the ring from his dream before the answer was revealed, and saw reality and illusion clearly.

Looking out through the porthole, the fluffy white clouds sometimes gather and sometimes disperse, and the blue sky is pure, vast and serene, extending to the end of the field of vision, seemingly everywhere.Jian Qingli watched obsessively, and even had a dangerous thought, wanting to jump and immerse in the blue.

It should be cold there, with no love, no hate, no mistakes, no complicated relationships in the world, and no heart-wrenching pain just because of a name.

In Lijiang in June, the weather is already quite hot.When the plane landed, the make-up artist sister who often came here repeatedly reminded the newlyweds and their work partners to do sun protection, because the sunshine in Yunnan is harsh, and they will get tanned if they are not careful, especially Jian Qingli and Xia Ziying, who are delicate and tender. Meaty little guy.

"Don't underestimate me." Breathing the dry air, stepping on the unfamiliar land, Jian Qingli tried her best to cheer up, trying to dig Fang Mingzhan out of her heart.

Luo Yu's local branch sent a driver and internal staff to pick them up on time.Everyone squeezed into a brand-new van, exchanging views on local customs and customs in a tired but excited manner, and also mentioned the famous insect feast in Yunnan.

Jian Qingli didn't say a word, but huddled in the corner, her face turning blue.

Seeing this, Xia Ziying asked him if he had suffered from heat stroke.Jian Qingli shook her head.It wasn't heatstroke, he just performed an invisible operation on the heart and brain, digging out Fang Mingzhan's name, images, and memories, so that he could once and for all.He was serious and worked hard, his forehead was sweating, and his chest was in a tearing pain, but he was always one step away from success.It's like uprooting a big tree with luxuriant roots, thinking that it has been cleaned up, but there are always roots left in the soil. A random drop of water, whether it is tears or sweat, can make him tenaciously grow again .

Are you motion sick?The stylist also leaned over to care.

Jian Qingli wiped off his sweat, gave up his futile efforts, and smiled sadly: "It's okay, please open the window wider."

That night, after discussing with the client, they determined several locations for this shooting: Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, Blue Moon Valley, Lijiang Ancient Town, and Lashi Lake.

Makeup artist Zhang Luo had dinner together and ordered the famous local pork ribs hot pot. In order to facilitate the next shooting, he also invited the young bride and groom to talk about their relationship.

The bride is quiet and the groom is talkative. After a few glasses of beer, he starts to speak dangerously and mentions his ex-girlfriend.The bride's expression was indifferent, and she said to him indifferently, it's okay, her parents don't like you at all, so don't make so many excuses.

The groom hurriedly looked for love, put his arms around his wife's shoulders and nodded repeatedly, saying yes, yes, it's better for my mother, and she is willing to hand you over to me. The conditions for starting a business were poor in the past two years, and I really wronged you.

The stylist took the lead in booing, the atmosphere was extremely lively, everyone was in high spirits, only Jian Qingli and Xia Ziying laughed stiffly.

"Brother Jian, you have to keep your spirits up, the next few days must be very hard." Xia Ziying reminded in a low voice.

"I know," Jian Qingli drank another glass of beer.

His mobile phone was in the pocket of his jeans, vibrating constantly through a thin layer of fabric, like a red-hot iron, burning the skin on the inner thigh sorely.

When the banquet was over, a group of colleagues discovered that Jian Qingli was quietly drunk, and they were all surprised.Xia Ziying helped him back to the bedroom, covered him with a quilt, then turned off the headlights, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Jian Qingli lay drowsy, his sleep was like a black sea, he struggled up and down, not sure if he was dreaming or waking up.The damn phone rang again, he stretched his arm with difficulty, and swiped with his fingertip.

There was no sound at either end.

The unexpected connection made Fang Mingzhan momentarily speechless, but he quickly recovered and asked sharply, "Where did you go?"

"Don't scold me, I'm so sleepy and I want to sleep." Jian Qingli replied with her tongue out and her hooves in the wrong place.

"Drinking?" Fang Mingzhan paused for a while, "Then we can talk about it tomorrow when you wake up."

Thanks to the alcohol, Jian Qingli slept very soundly that night.

Early the next morning, the team members arrived on time. After finishing the makeup and hair of the young couple, the driver of the studio drove them to the first scenic spot, Lijiang Old Town.

The shooting process was boring and cumbersome. The bride couldn't let go, and the groom couldn't be on camera. Jian Qingli could only patiently explain over and over again, and sometimes had to demonstrate in person.The little assistant Xia Ziying was also troubled, sometimes she had to lift the reflector, sometimes she had to install a tripod, and sometimes she had to carry the equipment to move around.

At dinner, the two of them looked at each other, unable to eat, Xia Ziying complained, "It's so hard to make money."

Jian Qingli was also exhausted, but he would rather shoot non-stop than rest in bed.Because once out of work, sadness will suck him, wrap around his feet, and drag him like seaweed to the deep sea.

He couldn't take it anymore and decided to cut off the algae to end the pain.