shallow affection

The noon sun is very bright, penetrating into every dark corner.

Jian Qingli curled up in bed and slept late, the top of her head was warmed by the sun.He was already awake, but he didn't want to get up, and he squinted for another half an hour before he slowly lifted the quilt, kicking his long legs indiscriminately, making the sheets full of wrinkles.

After sitting up, he stared at the little brother standing upright under his crotch, and criticized: "You are quite dissatisfied with desire."

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became angry: "Fang Mingzhan won't call you either, so you can find someone else."

After spending some time in the bathroom, Jian Qingli came out refreshed, her hair was tied into a small knot at the back of her head, and there were dripping drops of water on her eyebrows and eyelashes.

He called Tmall Elf: "Put a song "Sweet Child O'Mine" by Gunshua."

I don't know if it's because his English pronunciation is too bad, or because Tmall Genie lacks the same rock and roll soul as his master, but an inexplicable song came out of the stereo.

Jian Qingli "cut", but still happily swayed her body to the rhythm, snapping her fingers in front of the closet to pick out clothes.

Finally, I chose a woolen sweater, smoke gray, light V-neck, rolled sleeves, and Picasso's "The Old Guitarist" on the chest.

He put on his jeans, picked up his phone and glanced at it, there were numerous notifications in the message bar, the top one was Zhong Youling's WeChat, reminding him not to be late for the shoot.

Jian Qingli clicked delete at the bottom of the phone, and the rectangular messages disappeared neatly like Tetris.Suddenly, he hissed, swiped eagerly to the right a few times, found the prelife icon and clicked in.

In the friend column, his only friend sent a message.

Jian Qingli's heart was beating wildly, he let out a breath with his mouth half open, and then clicked into the chat page.

A while ago, his monologue-like confidantes have all been read. To the most recent one, "I met my ex-boyfriend", Leo replied: "Reconciled?"

He has always been concise and concise, and did not explain his sudden disappearance. Jian Qingli shook the phone up and down, staring at the three Chinese characters and a question mark, unable to think of how to reply, and simply started to pack the equipment.

He put all the SLR, lens, tripod, gimbal, battery, etc. into the travel bag, and returned two words to Leo before going out: "No."

The editorial department of "hifashion" is located in a mid-range office building in the city center. When Jian Qingli carried the camera into the elevator, he ran into makeup artist Shu Liang and assistant Zuo Mei.

Zuo Mei is a girl who just graduated, with a lively personality. She struck up a conversation with Jian Qingli and said, "Brother Jian, I feel that your big bag is so heavy."

Jian Qingli smiled helplessly: "That's right, I have already practiced a one-handed unicorn arm."

"Come here?" Zhong Youling greeted them from a distance, "Go to the studio and wait, He Cen will be here soon."

After "hifashion" was on the right track, I rented two rooms on the same floor and converted them into studios. The decoration was very good, and the lighting equipment was also available, which gave Jian Qingli a lot of convenience.

The three of them chatted while preparing tools, and the topic naturally revolved around today's subject--the young director He Cen.

Zuo Mei is a fan of He Cen, she praised He Cen for his beauty and talent, and planned to take today's opportunity to ask for an autograph, and asked Jian Qingli if she had seen any of his movies.

"I've seen it, it's okay, but when it comes to Yan," Jian Qingli flicked his collar in a particularly elegant manner, and gave Zuo Mei a wink, "I think he's still not as good as me."

Usually, they often joked with each other, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.As a result, Shu Liang and Zuo Mei not only did not laugh, but were stunned.

"What's the matter?" Jian Qingli's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head to see—He Cen, who was wearing a three-piece suit, had arrived at some point.

He Cen's hair was very black, slightly curled, his brows were close to his eyes, and he looked at people with a kind of implicit arrogance, like the old-fashioned aristocrats in British movies.

"Director He, hello," Jian Qingli had a thick skin, and soon suppressed his embarrassment, and introduced himself enthusiastically: "I am today's photographer Jian Qingli."

He Cen nodded with sharp eyes.

"You go to make up first, and I will prepare for photography." Jian Qingli stepped aside to assemble the lens, when He Cen said, you are indeed prettier than me.

Jian Qingli laughed dryly, and looked up, but He Cen was still staring at him with mockery in his eyes.

After a while, Zhong Youling came to the studio with two intern editors, and the room was filled with hustle and bustle.He Cen and Zhong Youling shook hands, exchanged greetings, and then sat in front of the mirror, while Shu Liang and Zuo Mei put on simple makeup.

Jian Qingli sat on the sofa in the corner and waited, feeling very bored. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that Leo had sent another message, still three words, without even a subject, "Want to reconcile?"

This person's questions are always very sharp, but Jian Qingli's knowledge is not shallow, he thought for a while, and replied: "It depends on what he wants."

"There are quite a few people who like me," he continued typing, "Do you know He Cen? A young director, he praised me just now for my good looks."

These words are not pure narcissism or a joke, Jian Qingli's intuition has always been very keen.

After He Cen put on his makeup and changed his clothes, he walked to the set and greeted Jian Qingli with a smile: "Big photographer, come quickly."

The editors and makeup artists booed kindly, but Jian Qingli did not respond to his witticism, and walked over with the camera on his shoulders.

The shooting didn't go well at the beginning. As a well-known director, He Cen has a lot of research on angle of view, camera sense, composition, etc. Jian Qingli's technique and taste seem to have failed to win his trust. expressed doubts.

Jian Qingli felt that He Cen was deliberately picking on the thorns, and the irritability in his heart was one after another.

Zhong Youling and the two make-up artists stood far away. They were confident in Jian Qingli's level, chatting and watching.After a while, Jian Qingli suddenly heard Jian Qingli yelling loudly: "Director He, I know you also know photography, but you are not a director but a model now, can you listen to my instructions? Can you follow the pose I said?"

The first time Zhong Youling met Jian Qingli and lost her temper, she still broke out in a cold sweat at their important guests, and hurried forward to mediate.

Unexpectedly, He Cen was scolded, not only did not get angry, but even smiled, made a gesture of surrender, and said kindly: "Okay, I'm sorry. What kind of posture do you like?"

A poor pun.

Jian Qingli moved her face away from behind the camera, and smiled at him with no warmth.

The subsequent shooting really went much smoother.After shooting the cover, Xin Yu, the editor of the character group, began to interview He Cen, while Jian Qingli surrounded them and took a few photos of the inside pages.

Half an hour later, the interview ended. Jian Qingli squatted aside to collect the equipment. After He Cen and the staff of "hifashion" finished politely, he ignored the assistant's urging, walked to his side, and said, "I have seen your work. It's very good. OK."

"That's right." Jian Qingli stood up, holding the equipment bag in her hand, "But I think Director He is very dissatisfied with me."

"How come, I'm just experimenting to see if you can stick to your own aesthetics."

Jian Qingli almost laughed out loud.From the bottom of his heart, he hated He Cen's attitude of being superior and casually teasing others, but after all, he was not a stunned young man who had just entered the society, so he would not impulsively speak satirical words.

"Are you interested in acting?" Unexpectedly, He Cen threw an olive branch at him, took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, and handed it over.

Jian Qingli was very surprised, but after regaining consciousness, she refused decisively: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

He Cen showed a rare embarrassment, but maintained his demeanor very well, and asked with a smile, "Don't think about it anymore?"

Hearing what he said, Jian Qingli suddenly remembered Xiang Tingzhou's entrustment, so he took the business card.

He Cen's expression immediately became subtle, and the unique arrogance was conveyed through a nasal voice, as if mocking his integrity.

Jian Qingli didn't want to be misunderstood: "A friend of mine named Xiang Tingzhou is a model. He wants to act in your play. Director He thinks about it?"

"Xiang Tingzhou?" He Cen frowned slightly.

Jian Qingli smiled brightly: "Is Director He not impressed? According to him, he has had a deep, intimate, contact, and contact with you."

Seeing the other party's stiff expression, he happily snapped his fingers, turned around and left, "I will pass on the business card, and Director He will meet you by fate."

After leaving the office building, Jian Qingli put the equipment into the trunk of the car, stretched his sore shoulders, and took a deep breath.

He drove to Baixiang Street and looked at the gate of Cangshi No. [-] Middle School across the road.It was the time when school was over, and students in school uniforms were in groups, some trotted to chase the bus, some hung their heads sullenly, and more people stayed at the food stalls in front of the school, buying a bunch of roasted gluten or Spicy chicken wings, eat while walking in your hand, and complain about the head teacher's new hairstyle today.

Not too different from when he was in school.

Jian Qingli walked around the main entrance to the alley behind the No. [-] Middle School, where there was a pastry shop called Yunxing, which he loved since high school.

After buying rock-flavored cheese, matcha puffs, and shredded coconut milk cake, Jian Qingli went to Starbucks on Baixiang Street to order two cups of coffee, and finally drove the car into the community where Fang Mingzhan lived based on memory.

He came to Building 1702 [-] and rang the doorbell twice, but no one answered, so he simply sat down on the carpet at the door.

When it was almost seven o'clock, the sky was getting darker and darker. Jian Qingli was full of food and drink, lazily leaning against the wall and playing King of Glory.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.He looked away from the phone, looked up at the man who was getting closer, and showed a bright smile.

Fang Mingzhan obviously didn't expect Jian Qingli to come, he was taken aback for a moment, and his smooth pace stopped.After staring at each other for a second, two seconds, and three seconds, he calmly walked to the door and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Come to find you." Jian Qingli stood up while leaning on the wall, his body swayed a little because his legs were a little numb.

"Brother Jian, be careful!" Someone supported him.

It was only then that Jian Qingli noticed Le Yang who was following Fang Mingzhan, and greeted him unexpectedly, "It's you, we meet again."

He had a good impression of Le Yang, and thought he was a simple and shy big boy, but when he got closer today, Jian Qingli realized that Le Yang was about the same size as himself, and his figure was not as weak as he imagined.

Fang Mingzhan bent down to pick up the garbage made by Jian Qingli, and then opened the door to invite the two of them in.

"There's the Mocha I brought you there, but it's cold." Jian Qingli said in a complaining tone, "You came back so late."

When Fang Mingzhan put the car keys, he saw the fruit candy he had left behind, picked it up very naturally, tore open the package and stuffed it into his mouth.

Le Yang was the last to enter the room, and kept secretly observing Jian Qingli. Seeing him flicking the candy back and forth in his mouth, from left to right, he couldn't help but think that his tongue must be very soft and flexible.

"Your things," Fang Mingzhan pointed to a gray suitcase in the living room, and said to Le Yang, "It was delivered this morning."

"Thank you brother." Le Yang was a little embarrassed, because he felt that Fang Mingzhan didn't want to keep him sitting for a long time, and he didn't even politely ask "what to drink".But he didn't want to leave yet, so he glanced at Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the scenery outside the window without saying a word. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between him and Fang Mingzhan that others could not understand or integrate into.

Le Yang felt uncomfortable. He was highly sought after in the Chinese community in London. He had lived for 20 years and had yet to meet someone he couldn't handle.He intentionally wanted to create a gap between the two of them. He stroked his bangs with his hand and smiled sweetly: "Brother Jian, can you add a WeChat account? I just returned to China, and I don't have any friends except my brother."

He looks tender, and he usually wears clothes like a high school student. He looks ignorant of the world, which is very deceptive.

Jian Qingli turned her head, raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, "Okay."

They added WeChat to each other, and Le Yang pulled the suitcase and left. Before leaving, he tentatively asked Jian Qingli if he wanted to share a car.

"I'm not going back, I'll stay here tonight." Jian Qingli asked Fang Mingzhan loudly, "Is it?"

Fang Mingzhan took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, and went into the kitchen without looking back.Jian Qingli smiled and waved to Le Yang, and closed the door.