Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

After eating, Lao Zhao hooked Wen Xiaoyu mysteriously with his bag in his hand, secretly pointed in the direction of the bedroom and said, "Come in with me."

"I'm afraid to go in when you look like this." Wen Xiaoyu leaned back slightly, looking warily at Lao Zhao who seemed to be giving him some "baby".

"Do you dare to give me a slap in the face?" Old Zhao raised his hand threateningly.

"No!" He Xiran was afraid that he would inadvertently hurt Wen Xiaoyu, so he immediately stretched out his arms to stop him.

Seeing He Xiran being so righteous, the child star put on a layer of buff not to be outdone, and blocked Lao Zhao with a tall man: "No!"

Wen Muchen didn't understand it, but he couldn't hold back and thought it was fun, so he did the same thing and stacked it up, and said crisply: "No!"

"I'll go?" Old Zhao Dawei touched the top of his head in shock, "Okay, Wen Xiaoyu, what are you now... what kind of group favorite."

Not to mention that he was shocked, Wen Xiaoyu himself was a little surprised when he saw the layers of barriers in front of him.Hearing Lao Zhao say the word "group pet", he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I didn't expect it, it's not what it used to be."

Le Guile, seeing that Lao Zhao really had something to tell him, Wen Xiaoyu instructed the three of them: "Don't join in the fun here, go and help grandma clear the dining table."

Then, the three people in front of them lowered their arms one by one like double images, turned around and left in a line.

Wen Xiaoyu followed Lao Zhao into the bedroom, and found that he took out a camera bag from his backpack and handed it over sneakily: "This is for your use, put it away quickly."

"...Where did you steal it from?" Wen Xiaoyu didn't dare to answer, leaning against the table and looking at him intently.

"Dogs can't spit out ivory! Can you speak human words?" Old Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "This is the camera I used more than ten years ago. It has been refurbished and it still works."

Wen Xiaoyu didn't reach out for a long time, she stood up straight and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Aren't you going to transfer to the photography club? How can you do it without equipment." Old Zhao stuffed the camera bag into his hand.

Wen Xiaoyu stared at Lao Zhao for a long time, and Lao Zhao also let him stare at him for a while, with an extremely determined expression on his face, as if he could push him to the ground and beat him up if he dared not accept it.

The slightly worn camera bag was heavy, Wen Xiaoyu rubbed it with his fingers twice, and slowly opened the zipper.

The SLR inside is indeed an old model. Because it has been refurbished, the overall condition is not bad, but the functions are less, and the operation may not be as convenient as the new ones.

However, Wen Xiaoyu was originally an expert in photography, and later when he was a director, he also paid great attention to the aesthetics of the picture, and his photography skills have long been engraved in his bones.

Judging from his experience in playing with the camera, the level of photography is not reflected in the camera itself, but more in the photographer's thinking, perspective, and capture ability.

Therefore, the old-fashioned camera is not a problem. What makes him more concerned is that there are two expensive lenses in the camera bag, which look new at first glance.

He raised his head with a complicated expression, and asked Old Zhao: "Mr. Zhao, have I saved your life before?"

"What bullshit!" Old Zhao denied.

"That's..." Wen Xiaoyu took out his mobile phone and turned on the front camera, and moved closer to Old Zhao to look at the two of them, "Actually, you are the one I have lost for many years..."

"Get lost! Get away from me!" Old Zhao interrupted his voice ferociously, and was about to slap him on the back with a slap.

"I just said that the hair is not too thick." Wen Xiaoyu dodged his slap sideways, put the camera and lens back in the bag, and returned it to Lao Zhao with a smile, "It's too precious, I really can't receive."

"Why? Is there still a psychological burden?" Lao Zhao folded his arms and did not pick up the camera. He said with reason, "I just lent it to you. You have to pay me back after you graduate. There will be a little bit of trouble when the time comes." If you touch it, you have to give it back to me twice."

"Are you still using the overlord clause?" Wen Xiaoyu put the camera bag on the table and looked at it tangled up.

If it is impossible not to want it at all, Wen Xiaoyu was born in photography before becoming a director.When he went abroad to study in high school, he joined the school's photography department and picked up a camera ever since.

After going to college, even though his parents forced him to study business, he never gave up photography.With outstanding talent and hard work, he soon made his debut in the photography circle.

Because of this, he was appreciated by some niche directors, began to gradually enter the film industry, and eventually formed his own team to return to China for development.

Every time he stood on the brightly lit podium, he would think, all this is just because he picked up an ordinary SLR camera at first.

He has never forgotten this original intention. Although now he has traveled to a miserable cannon fodder, Wen Xiaoyu has never known what compromise is.When he learned that the school had a photography club, he immediately made up his mind to transfer to the club no matter what.

Now that the situation at home cannot afford any ordinary SLR, he is ready to go to the club to get a card camera and start his photography career again.But at this moment, Lao Zhao put a complete SLR and two new lenses in front of him, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

Old Zhao is always very difficult to listen to when he speaks, and he will swear from time to time. He doesn't look like a teacher at all.However, during this period of time, Wen Xiaoyu has already experienced his concern and love for his students.

He had never seen a teacher like Lao Zhao, so he was very lucky to meet him once he traveled through time.

Wen Xiaoyu: "You..."

"You're so confused! Do you think I gave it because of you? Don't put money on your dog's face." Old Zhao said disdainfully.

"... Oh." Wen Xiaoyu deeply felt that he had been overturning his car frequently recently, and was numb.

Lao Zhao went on to say: "I see that it is not easy for your grandma to take care of you. It took eight lifetimes of blood mold to pick up such a piece of shit like you. It took a lot of hard work to feed you shit and piss into a tall man of 1.9 meters. If you don't live up to your filial piety to her old man, what face will you have to live in the world in the future!"

"Mr. Zhao, I'm afraid that your sincere lyricism has overdrawn all the literary accumulation in this life?" Wen Xiaoyu asked respectfully with sincerity on his face.

"You are just out of tune. During this period of time, your hypocritical appearance has blinded my eyes. I shouldn't have unrealistic expectations of you." Lao Zhao pointed at him and said, "Put the camera away, don't let Your grandma saw it, otherwise she would have nothing to worry about."

Wen Xiaoyu looked at him and smiled for a long time, and finally sighed: "All right, thank you Mr. Zhao, I will shoot a fashion blockbuster for you later."

"Is my style okay?" Lao Zhao touched his own Mediterranean, muttered and took two steps outside, and kicked the trash can in the house accidentally.

He lowered his head to take a look, stopped immediately, pointed to the blood-stained bandage in the trash can and said, "What's going on? Are you fighting again?"

"No!" Wen Xiaoyu immediately denied.

He didn't expect Old Zhao to come to the bedroom before, so he didn't clean up these things to cover up.At this time, Old Zhao saw it at a glance, and he said in a panic, "This is a picture drawn by my brother, and it was painted on the bandage."

"Look at me." Old Zhao pointed at his face, "Do you think I'm blind or stupid?"

Wen Xiaoyu opened his mouth, and Lao Zhao didn't give him another chance to make up nonsense, so he started to pick his clothes off.

"Hey! Teacher Zhao, do you still remember how to write the words 'being a teacher'? It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate." Wen Xiaoyu gathered her skirt and stepped back to block Old Zhao's hand.

"I know how to write the words 'dogs can't change their shit'!" Lao Zhao roared.

Just when Wen Xiaoyu couldn't resist Lao Zhao's claws and was about to fall, He Xiran, who sensed that the situation here was different, ran in quickly.

The battle situation in the room was stalemate and chaotic, and in desperation, he squeezed in between the two, hugged Wen Xiaoyu face to face, separated Old Zhao's clutches, and said righteously: "Mr. Zhao! You can't do this! "

The child star who has always been obsessed with fighting for favor followed closely behind, spreading his arms around He Xiran and Wen Xiaoyu like a blanket: "Mr. Zhao! You can't do this!"

"Mr. Zhao! You can't do this!" Wen Muchen shouted the loudest and most vaguely, and only hugged the fat belly of the child star on the outermost circle.

Okay, let's start nesting dolls again.

Wen Xiaoyu couldn't bear this "great love", she staggered back and sat on the edge of the bed, her elbows were barely supported on the bed, so as not to press on the wound on her back.

He could feel that He Xiran, who was cheek to cheek with him, was struggling against the weight behind him, and Lao Zhao over there was also afraid of crushing him, so he tried his best to persuade Wen Muchen, who was on top, to let go.

But Wen Muchen became very playful and thought he was joking, but he just didn't let go.Tong Xing's waist was about to be strangled by him, and he begged for mercy with a sideways face.

In the chaos, Wen Xiaoyu's waist suddenly felt a little cold. He lowered his eyes and glanced at it. He Xiran's fingers were stuck there, and there was a trace of coolness through the clothes.

"What are you doing? Your hands are so cold." He asked in a low voice in this small square of silence.

In the next second, He Xiran's ears on his lips were instantly dyed bright red.Wen Xiaoyu's breath stagnated, seeing He Xiran silently biting her lower lip, and tilting her head outward.

Neither of the two spoke again, and Lao Zhao hurriedly took apart the dolls. Wen Xiaoyu was afraid that he would continue to explore his injuries, so he interrupted: "Brother, Mr. Zhao said that the braids you made for the orangutan are beautiful. I want you to braid him too."

"Okay!" Wen Muchen clapped his hands and jumped up, took Lao Zhao and Tong Xing by the hands and dragged them out of the room.

Wen Xiaoyu stood up and straightened the torn clothes on her body, and saw that the bright red on He Xiran's ears had turned pink, just as wet and tender as his fingertips soaked in cold water.

"Did you really go to wash the dishes?" Wen Xiaoyu asked from a distance, worried that the redness on his face would spread further.

With his back turned to him, He Xiran uttered a simple but vague syllable: "En."

Wen Xiaoyu put on his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and asked him, "Do you want to warm your hands?"

"?" He Xiran was about to step out of the door suddenly, and turned around curiously and expectantly.

Wen Xiaoyu took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it with a "snap".

"I promise to keep you warm."

"……roll."

The author has something to say:

Happy New Years Eve to my little ones!Thank you for your company this year, I will work harder next year!