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Regarding the subletting of the store, Song Xin said that she would help Yan Jiwen ask the client, but it may take some time to find a suitable tenant.

After drinking afternoon tea with Song Xin, Yan Jiwen returned to the studio alone.

He first started to deal with the few e-commerce orders that had piled up recently. This kind of photo editing work is basically the same, and he will feel a little numb and mechanized after doing it for a long time.

Sitting in front of the computer for several hours, at around 08:30 in the evening, after Yan Jiwen finished his work, he left with a few part-time flyers that he had just printed.

Grab a quick lunch at one of the fast food restaurants down the road before heading back to the college town.

The e-commerce companies who ask him to shoot products are generally college students. Since they are just starting out and don’t have much capital, the prices they give are naturally not too high. However, such a group is quite large, and small profits but quick sales can always make a little money. .

The publicity wall in the university town is fixed to be updated every Friday, and Yan Jiwen came over to post part-time job advertisements as usual.

But today he came a bit late, and the good positions were taken up by others, leaving only some inconspicuous corners and corners.

It was past nine o'clock at night, and he was the only one who came to post the advertisement.

No, it wasn't until Yan Jiwen got a little closer that he realized there was another figure there.

The light on this road was dim, and the other party was wearing black clothes, which almost blended with the surrounding dark environment.

Taking a closer look, the black one turned out to be a suit.

The other party turned his back to Yan Jiwen's direction, and was looking up at the advertising wall in front of him, then lowered his head, looked at the poster in his hand, and seemed to be thinking about where it should be posted.

The more Yan Jiwen looked at him, the more familiar the figure from his back seemed.

The other party seemed to hear the footsteps of someone approaching him, and turned his head reflexively.

"Student Yan Jiwen, what a coincidence." Han Yi noticed the leaflet in his hand at a glance, "Are you here to post the advertisement?"

Unexpectedly, they bumped into each other face to face.

Yan Jiwen nodded and greeted the other party symbolically.

He didn't notice it when he stood in the distance just now, but now that he pulled into the distance, he realized that the poster in Han Yi's hand was much bigger than he imagined.

Yan Jiwen asked casually: "Why did you come here to post it so late?"

"Is it very late? I just got the poster from the Xiangshan Jockey Club. I came here as soon as I got it, but it seems that there is really no place."

"What poster?" Yan Jiwen stretched his neck and took a look.

Han Yi turned the poster in his hand and showed it to him.

The four characters "Starry Project" are printed on it in bright golden fonts.

In order to promote the development of the domestic horse industry and increase young people's interest in this work, Fanxing Ranch and the China Jockey Club have formulated a medium- and long-term cooperation project to recruit intern volunteers from major universities in Xiangshan.

This is the main purpose of Han Yi's trip to China this time.

Yan Jiwen glanced at the poster, and said to him: "The advertising wall is updated once a week. Your poster is too big and you come so late. Why don't you wait until next week and remember to come earlier Find a good spot."

A week does not sound like a long time, but it is enough to cause a lot of information to lag behind. Han Yi looked at the densely packed advertising wall in front of him with some trouble.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he pointed at the top position: "I saw that there is just an empty seat over there. Although it is a little higher, it still has exposure."

A few plastic chairs were placed on the edge of the promotional wall so that students could post advertising posters to high places.

Han Yi pulled a red high chair, raised his shiny leather shoes, and stood up with a kick.

He was not short, but he was still ten centimeters short of reaching the vacant advertisement position.

He tried his best to step on the feet, one hand against the wall, and the other hand kept stretching to a higher place.

It seems... It's still a little bit worse.

Yan Jiwen stood by and was in charge of watching, his eyes accidentally swept across the red high chair.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Han Yi's suit trousers were slightly raised due to the stretching of his body. Yan Jiwen glimpsed that the exposed ankle of his right leg was a piece of black metal.

For a while, he thought he had misread it, and after staring at it for a while with the light of his mobile phone, Yan Jiwen dared to confirm that it was indeed a mechanical prosthetic limb.

Because Han Yi couldn't reach the advertising space above, he was planning to call Yan Jiwen over to help him.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the young man below staring at his right ankle, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He probably knew what the other party was thinking, smiled and raised the trouser leg, showed it neatly and generously to Yan Jiwen, and took the initiative to explain: "It didn't happen five years ago, and there was a little accident at that time."

little surprise...

This statement is very calm, as if it was just walking on flat ground and accidentally fell.

Yan Jiwen seemed to realize that he was offended, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and said, "I'm sorry."

Han Yi smiled and jumped off the chair: "I really can't reach it, that place is too high, why don't you help me?"

Yan Jiwen took the poster from him and stepped on the chair. He was much taller than Han Yi, and he stretched his hand up, just enough to touch the empty space.

But in comparison, he is also heavier. The chair has been trampled countless times by countless people, and the four stool legs are no longer stable.

He wobbled a little when he moved a little bit, Han Yi seemed to be afraid that Yan Jiwen would fall off the stool at any time, out of kindness, he stretched out his hands and hugged Yan Jiwen's knee.

Yan Jiwen was taken aback by the sudden man's touch, his center of gravity tilted, and he really fell to the ground.

Thanks to his strong body, he seemed to have fallen quite hard, but in fact he only scratched his skin a little bit.

"are you OK?"

Seeing this, Han Yi quickly reached out to help him, Yan Jiwen subconsciously leaned back, and quickly stood up from the ground before Han Yi touched him.

"...It's okay." Yan Jiwen picked up the poster that fell on the floor, pulled another chair, and said to Han Yi before standing on it, "You don't need to help, I can do it myself."

Han Yi was naturally unaware of some scruples in Yan Jiwen's heart, thinking that he fell because of the rickety chair just now.

Since people don't want his help, Han Yi didn't make any trouble, nodded and said, "Okay."

Thinking that people were injured because of helping him, in order to express his gratitude, Han Yi said to Yan Jiwen: "There is a supper stall nearby that tastes really good, why don't we go over to have something to eat later? I treat you .”

"No, I've had dinner and I'm not hungry."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jiwen immediately slapped his face, his stomach growled uncontrollably in protest, the fast food at night was indeed not very full.

"Really not hungry?"

Yan Jiwen: "..."

Ten minutes later, Yan Jiwen followed Han Yi to the late-night snack stall.

It was a mobile booth, and the tables and chairs were placed on the side of the road very casually.

Han Yi didn't mind the sloppy environment, so he pulled out a plastic chair and sat down.

While skillfully rinsing the tableware with hot tea, he introduced to Yan Jiwen the various special stir-fries at this supper stall, as if he was the local snake here, and Yan Jiwen was a guest from afar.

Han Yi told him: "The wet beef river and grilled oysters here are very delicious. Do you usually eat oysters? If you eat them, I will ask for two dozen more."

"You can make up your mind."

While looking at the menu, Han Yi asked Yan Jiwen, "By the way, I saw the part-time job advertisement you posted just now. What kind of jobs do you usually take?"

Yan Jiwen shrugged his shoulders lightly: "Don't choose, just take the job if you have one, anyway, it's related to taking pictures."

Han Yi thought for a while, and said to him: "I have an outdoor experience course tomorrow, and I want someone to help me take some photos and put them on the official account for publicity. Do you think you are free to take orders?"

Yan Jiwen pondered for a while and asked, "What time is tomorrow?"

Han Yi said: "Around ten o'clock in the morning, the venue is the equestrian club next to Xiangshan University."

"also."

So it was settled.

"Do you like photography very much?" Han Yi asked him again.

"I have thought about developing in this direction in the future."

"I have a good friend who is a freelance photographer. She is very good. If there is a chance in the future, I will introduce her to you."

Yan Jiwen was not too impressed with this, probably because he felt that the other party was just talking casually, so he nodded perfunctorily.

The boss brought over some fried dishes and said to them in authentic Cantonese: "Eat slowly, don't rush, there are still a lot of things left to serve."

Han Yi smiled, and replied to the boss in Cantonese: "Oh, you should be fine."

"You can speak Cantonese?" Yan Jiwen seemed a little surprised.

"I only know a little bit, and I just started to learn it in the past few days. Most of the locals here speak Cantonese, so I also want to do as the Romans do." Han Yi laughed.

Stir-fried and grilled oysters were served one after another, and the two of them didn't have much to say, they looked at their phones while eating.

Seeing that Yan Jiwen was watching the game live broadcast, Han Yi thought for a while and asked, "Is your mobile phone's data enough? I want to connect to a hotspot to watch videos."

Yan Jiwen turned on the hotspot and reported a string of passwords to him.

Han Yi tried it and it didn't seem to work: "Why does it show that the password is incorrect?"

Yan Jiwen took his mobile phone, typed it again, and returned it to Han Yi after connecting, and asked casually: "Watching videos in Cantonese?"

"You guessed it right." Han Yi opened an app, which was the video website that Han Qianjing gave him before, and said that there were many things to watch in it, so that he could learn more about modern Chinese culture.

Under Yan Jiwen's gaze, Han Yi unhurriedly opened his watch history list.

"Teaching Cantonese Dirty Speaking", 04:12 this afternoon

"Five Heavenly Kings in Cantonese Swearing", today at 12:35 noon

"Various Cantonese that makes you feel uncomfortable if you don't listen to it for a day", this morning at 09:03

"Huang Zhan Bu Wen Sao", yesterday at 11:29

Yan Jiwen: ...