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Facts have proved that if people lower their psychological expectations, the originally bad things will not become as bad as imagined.

For example, I was ready to go to hell for a while, but the intensity of shooting on Sunday was unexpectedly relaxed.

Most of the photos to be taken can be passed within ten times, and occasionally there are one or two. I have a flash of inspiration, grasp the feeling once, and pass directly.

The obsessive-compulsive photographer opened his mouth for the first time, and praised me for the accurate capture of this shooting, which fits the theme very well.

By the way, the theme is "world-weary".

It's no wonder I've grown by leaps and bounds and become more comfortable modeling.

Anyone who once became rich and poor, met a pervert at work, and was beaten back by his stupid boss to redo hundreds of times in a day...

They will probably start to hate this fucking world from the bottom of their hearts.

Although the work process is relatively smooth, but because of the heavy workload of shooting and the requirement of background time, it was finally delayed until eight or nine in the evening before leaving get off work.

It is worth mentioning that, because the headquarters was in a hurry to use the car, after the little broken bread was sent to us, it drove back with exhaust fumes.

What kind of props, clothing, cosmetics, and employees were thrown away so irresponsibly by it.

They can only go back at their own expense.

I really don’t know other colleagues well. When they were discussing whether to carpool home, I struggled for a long time, and finally I didn’t have the nerve to go over and say, hey, take me one.

The photographer is quite a person outside of working hours. His wife came to pick him up. When he was leaving, the car window was pulled down and she asked me if I wanted to come with me.

Reason tells me that this is the best choice.

However, the fear of being dominated by photographers for several days made my language system skip rationality, and I politely refused.

So in the end, it became like this. My colleagues, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showed their magical powers, got in the car and left one after another, leaving me alone and confused in the same place.

When I finally made up my mind, I spent tens or even hundreds of dollars to call a car.

But a sad discovery.

No one wants to take orders.

This ghost place is too far from the city.

The masters who drive the windmill seem to prefer to wander around the road with nothing to do, and they are not willing to go around to save the boy who has lost his footing.

After receiving the news that the order was canceled because no one accepted the order again and again, I clicked out of the software and sent a message to Zhong Linyun.

"Is it ok to accept phone call?"

There are many times when I need to contact Zhong Linyun, but I rarely call him directly.

Because Zhong Linyun seems to be at work all the time.

For other positions, if you are found to answer idle calls during working hours, part of your salary may be deducted.

Zhong Linyun's work, if he accidentally called, it might not be that simple.

After all, who knows if he has taken on some weird and dangerous job and is on the way to carry out the "task".

I don't want his lurking to fail due to a phone call, and he will be surrounded because of this, with two hits on the head or two stabs in the waist.

I am an extremely double standard person, I just want the right to ask for help, and I don't want to take the responsibility for what happened.

Therefore, I basically rely on information to communicate with Zhong Linyun, although I usually talk to myself like a resentful woman for a long time before Zhong Linyun responds with a perfunctory "um".

If I need to talk on the phone occasionally, I will also use the message to first ask him if it is convenient.

Of course, nine times out of ten, the message box will give me a negative answer in dead silence.

But today is fine, today is lucky, Zhong Linyun returned.

"?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly dialed his number.

It's okay if you can go back, as for what to go back.

that's not important.

Zhong Linyun quickly answered the phone.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Is it convenient for you now?" I said.

"Not really." Zhong Linyun said, "At work."

"Can I leave work early?" I asked very bluntly.

He paused, "What's the matter?"

"That's it, I have a filming job today, because of various reasons, I went out to shoot on location, and went to the desert they said, which is actually a mound, the kind that is 8000 meters away from the urban area..." I gushed Talk endlessly.

"...Get to the point." Zhong Linyun interrupted my nonsense.

"I'm trapped in the suburbs now, come and pick me up."

"You can take a taxi." Zhong Linyun suggested.

"Do you think I haven't tried it?" I replied sadly, "I can't help it. The driver doesn't take the order. If you don't come, I might have to spend the night here."

Zhong Linyun stopped talking, and after a while, he asked, "Where are you?"

"I don't know." I replied simply, "If I'm not wrong, this place should not have an official scientific name."

"..." Zhong Linyun said, "Send me the location."

"Okay." I knew that I had agreed, so I quickly thanked him, "Thank you, thank you."

"I'll go there now." Zhong Linyun said, "It may take a long time to borrow a car."

"It's okay." I agreed wholeheartedly, "It's fine if you can come, I'm not short of time."

After I hung up the phone and turned the location, I suddenly remembered.

damn it.

Zhong Linyun only turned eighteen this year.

Where did he get the time and experience to test his driver's license.

It's not about driving without a license.

I felt bad and wanted to call back to confirm, but the phone flashed twice and turned off when it was out of power.

……

Garbage battery, garbage power bank.

I had no choice but to throw the black-screen mobile phone, which was not as effective as a brick, back into the bag, and secretly prayed that Zhong Linyun would not do such stupid things as illegal and criminal driving without a license.

He dared to drive, but I dare not sit still.

Although now my life is gloomy and my future is dark.

But I haven't reached it yet. It's an exaggerated step to be with a big brother in society, shoulder to shoulder, in this tiny place where no search and rescue team will touch it after being missing for [-] days.

After struggling for a while, I decided not to.

The conversation has already been released, and the battery of the mobile phone is dead, even if Zhong Linyun really wants to drive a broken car, I can't help it.

Moreover, I personally think that although Zhong Linyun has tattoos and gang fights to collect debts, his sober mind should not be able to instigate him to do such stupid things.

After giving up my entanglement, I found a relatively flat slope and sat down, propping my head in a daze.

It was very late, the lighting master had withdrawn, the battery of the mobile phone was dead, and the wilderness was pitch black.

It's probably because it's too dark and pure, without any distracting thoughts. I'm alone in such an environment, and I'm not too scared.

Darkness can always make human brain cells active.

When most people are thrown into the darkness, they probably think of ghosts, ghosts and the like. These fears come from the horror stories passed down orally, or the various childhood shadows of the fantasizers themselves.

I consider myself a master of the shadows of my childhood, the painful practice experience like a car crack, the cram school schedule, the parents who are like strangers, and the school life that is bullied...

The first ten years of my life were all kinds of tragic novels competing with each other.

But it's probably because I'm short-sighted and heartless, and the experience like piles of shit fell down, but it didn't leave any shadow on me.

It may be an exaggeration to say that there is no shadow left.

But at least it didn't bring me any mental illness like manic depression.

Therefore, in the face of such reminiscent occasions, it is easier for me to take out some interesting and warm memories than those unpleasant memories.

Of course, I refuse to admit it. This is probably because there are too few warm memories, so they are extremely precious, and I have to touch them out from time to time to relive them, so as not to forget them.

The child is miserable enough, just give the child two points of face

During the autumn outing in the sixth grade, there was such a scene similar to the present.

I was left alone, waiting helplessly for Zhong Linyun to rescue me.

When I was in elementary school, since I became familiar with Zhong Linyun, my life was not so sad.

But this does not mean that I successfully reached a settlement with other students and lived a peaceful campus life.

I was still isolated, but the way of isolation changed from noisy to silent.

Usually, I'm fine, with Zhong Linyun as my companion, I wouldn't be so miserable that I don't have anyone to talk to.

But when it comes to group activities, my position is very awkward.

After all, teamwork requires more than four people. Zhong Linyun and I are tied together, and other students are not willing to join in at all.

So the teacher can only divide us into several groups forcibly.

Because of this, I was not able to be assigned to a group with Zhong Linyun in Qiuyou.

This also paved the way for me to be thrown away in the end and lost in an unfamiliar place.

That autumn outing was to visit the ancient town by bicycle.

Since I don't know how to ride a bicycle, I had to choose a tandem bicycle with my team members.

Sitting in the back position, you don't need to maintain balance to grasp the direction, and you don't even need to step on the pedals.

It suits me so well.

The tandem bicycle is really a perfect sport designed for waste.

The one who shared the same bicycle as me, coincidentally, was Zhang San. Before he started riding, he had already rolled his eyes at me eighteen times in a row.

After starting the ride, he stepped on the pedals very fast, full of a fearless demeanor of wanting to die with me.

I sat in the back seat and said nothing.

In the past two years, I watched this grandson provoke every now and then, and be held down by Zhong Linyun and beat him every now and then.

I am no longer afraid of him.

The disdain for Zhang San occupied the high ground in my heart, so I never thought that he would leave me behind when he reached the turn-back rest point, and rode away on his bicycle swaggeringly.

My memory has formed a small fragment when I watched his back.

In the next episode, I didn't see it with my eyes, I could only hear it with my ears.

Everyone in the same group found out that I was not there, or said they found out, but they didn't bother to say it.

When he returned to the city for roll call, the teacher was shocked to find that there was one person missing.

Before she could confirm which unlucky guy was missing, Zhong Linyun had already knocked Zhang San down with lightning speed.

Before the teacher stopped him, Zhong Linyun knocked out Zhang San's last tooth to be replaced.

Then he left the team directly, rode on a bicycle that hadn't been returned in time, and walked away.

I waited for a long time at the transfer station, because I was sure someone would pick me up, so I was confident, pretending to be strong, with a firm expression on my face.

But none of this can hide the fact that I'm a wimp.

So when I saw Zhong Linyun riding a bicycle from a distance, I still had a sore nose and burst into tears.

The bicycle had big wheels, and Zhong Linyun walked in a hurry, so he didn't have time to adjust the height of the seat. When he stopped, his feet couldn't fully touch the ground. When he stopped, one foot was on the ground, and the other was dangling hanging in the air.

His cycling skills are not very good either, and he can get out of the bumpy feeling of a competitive track on a flat road.

But when I sat in the backseat crying and grabbing his clothes, I felt extremely relieved.

Zhong Linyun talked a lot that day for an unprecedented time.

"I've already beaten up Zhang San for you."

"If you are not relieved, I will give you another beating when you go back."

"...The teacher is quite angry and wants to call the parents."

"I told her that I don't care, you can call me if you have the ability."

"She stopped talking."

"..."

"..."

"...Are you happier?"

Zhong Linyun's speech organization ability is very poor, like a fledgling talk show actor who can't sell tickets, can't find theater performances, so he can only practice step by step standing on the side of the street clumsily.

I was his only audience.

They are obviously unqualified listeners, because I was so dizzy and blind-eyed from crying that I couldn't listen to anything.

But I clung to the hem of his clothes, like grabbing a life-saving straw, eagerly hoping that he would say a few more words.

Because at that moment, the poor comedian who worked hard to perform seemed to be the only warmth that the unqualified audience could touch in this world.