Jiang Cheng felt that it was a skill for him to pick up such an inexplicable set of clothes.
This suit is pretty good without looking at the coat. Slim-fitting trousers and a black loose T-shirt. Although it is also knitted, it is at least the kind that will not be surrounded by people when you go out.
But as soon as he put on the coat, he was stunned, and looked back at Gu Fei: "Hey, are you sure I didn't get the wrong clothes?"
"No," Gu Fei still looked at him from behind the camera, "what's the matter?"
"No, don't you think this dress looks like a knitted version of The Matrix? No, no, a straw rope around your waist is a missionary?" Jiang Cheng tugged at his clothes and whispered, "Is there a mirror? I feel like a missionary again?" a mage…”
Gu Fei didn't speak, he smiled and pointed to the wall behind.
This dress is quite long, reaching the calf. The material is relatively thin and soft, and it is a bit worn on the body. It is the legendary lazy and casual style, but it is necessary to change it to a thinner and shorter one. When you go out, you have to be arrested and go back to Qingshan.
"This dress needs face, body, height, and temperament," Ding Zhuxin leaned against the door, "You dress better than Da Fei, and he looks like a hooligan."
"Oh, if he doesn't wear this, he's almost a hooligan," Jiang Cheng stood in front of the mirror and looked at it, in fact... it's okay, although he definitely wouldn't buy such clothes, but now he's not picking clothes, "I don't know who the designer of this dress is, I have to give him a smile."
"It's me." Ding Zhuxin said.
"...Ah?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, then looking at Ding Zhuxin's "I know what you're thinking" expression, a familiar feeling of embarrassment suddenly emerged, and he rose from the ground, walking a little when he followed her into the house. Child turned off.
While Ding Zhuxin was smearing on his face, Gu Fei turned on the light source for taking pictures.
"Don't be nervous, just do whatever you want," Ding Zhuxin brushed Jiang Cheng's face a few times, "Okay."
Jiang Cheng followed her instructions and stood at the place where the photo was taken. The setting was quite cool, but he didn't know what to do after he stood there.
"Take a few steps back and forth," Gu Fei pointed the camera at him, "walk from left to right and then from right to left."
"En," Jiang Cheng nodded, turned and walked to the side. As soon as he moved, the camera in Gu Fei's hand clicked, and he couldn't help but turn his head, "This is the shot? I feel like I just walked smoothly? "
"Let's go, don't worry about whether I take a picture or not." Gu Fei pressed the shutter again.
Jiang Cheng took a breath and walked over from the left to the right.
The place where the set was set up was only a few square meters in total, and it didn't take a few steps to walk to the end. He turned around again and walked back from right to left.
"Walk with your head down," Gu Fei said while patting, "Go faster and take big strides."
Jiang Cheng lowered his head slightly and walked over again.
Gu Fei stared at him in the camera and pressed continuous shooting.
Jiang Cheng's figure was frozen in the picture, with his head lowered, his legs striding forward, the corners of his clothes raised slightly behind him... handsome and full of movement.
"Put on a hat," Ding Zhuxin said. "Hat is also a prominent design."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng put on the hood at the back of his clothes, and walked forward while tidying up, "Now I feel like death is coming..."
"Jiang Cheng." Gu Fei called him.
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng turned his head.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter.
He was still stepping forward, his raised hands and the brim of his hat covered half of his face, only the eyes hidden in the shadows and the straight bridge of his nose could be seen.
"This one is great." Gu Fei said.
"Front." Ding Zhuxin said after taking a sip of tea.
"You don't need to laugh, you don't need expressions," Gu Fei glanced at Jiang Cheng, "and don't need any action."
This kind of standing posture without any expression or movement, with drooping arms, it is very difficult for ordinary people to stand without being stupid. Gu Fei doesn’t know why he would ask Jiang Cheng to be this kind, let alone unprofessional, and it has nothing to do with models at all. of people use this pose.
"Aren't you stupid?" Jiang Cheng sighed and stood up as he said.
"No." Gu Fei answered simply and pressed the shutter.
Jiang Cheng must have been a person who had always been smug since he was a child. He was actually able to grasp such a big fool's stance.
There was no tenseness like standing at attention, and there was no deliberate relaxation uncomfortably.
The center of gravity is slightly on the right leg, and the shoulders are also naturally relaxed. This is very important. The shoulders of people who can't stand are either stretched back or shrunk forward...
This kid has definitely practiced standing in front of the mirror, this kind of straight and casual... With long arms and legs, he looks stretched and comfortable.
"Raise your chin a little bit," Ding Zhuxin said, "pull it a little bit."
"Why... tugging?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"When you first entered the classroom of Class 8," Gu Fei said, "it was like that."
"I was irritable." Jiang Cheng felt a little unhappy when he thought that he was standing there like an idiot to be reviewed by the whole class.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter, and after a few clicks, he put down the camera: "One day you won't be able to hang out, you can consider this career."
"What you said, do you have to be unable to get along to do it?" Ding Zhuxin said with a smile.
"A man of learning," Gu Fei said, "it's different from your bunch of former school dropouts."
"Let's go," Ding Zhuxin clapped his hands and thumped his arm, "Jiang Cheng changed his clothes and took the order."
"Which one?" Jiang Cheng took off the coat and asked as he walked outside.
"Just one piece, a long pullover." Ding Zhuxin said.
Jiang Cheng went out, and Gu Fei stood there, bowing his head and flipping through the photos he had just taken.
If there is something about Jiang Cheng that particularly attracts him... Except for those who learn to play the flute and play the bow, it is this kind of temperament that has a fanatical temperament. You can call it a bad boy, you can call it irritable, or you can call it disdain. , the kind of self-confidence in his bones is the most convincing, Lao Tzu is the best, that fan.
Compared with other things, this intuitive and direct attraction is the most powerful. It doesn't need you to discover or perceive it, you just need to look at it.
Just look at it.
Visual animals are so superficial.
Gu Fei sighed softly and could only watch.
He couldn't remember how long it was, and he was not in the mood to take a second look at the people around him, who came and went and left behind.
Absolutely put an end to puppy love.
Not in the mood, nor dare, everything he protects cannot withstand any fluctuations.
"I'm sorry," Jiang Cheng came in with a linen-colored dress, "Is it this one?"
"Yes." Ding Zhuxin nodded.
"I want to ask, how do you wear this?" Jiang Cheng stretched out his clothes and shook his shoulders, "What do you wear inside?"
"Underpants." Ding Zhuxin said.
Jiang Cheng shook the clothes in his hands again, and the expression on his face was filled with question marks of all sizes.
Gu Fei turned his head, covered his face with the camera, and suppressed a smile, feeling that he could almost hear the roar in Jiang Cheng's heart.
This is a sparsely knitted pullover, it is quite long, it is estimated that it can reach Jiang Cheng’s knees, and the neckline is quite large. Gu Fei had seen this design before, and once thought that Ding Zhuxin designed it for her, but he did not expect it to be a men’s clothing .
"Change it," Ding Zhuxin said, "you should look good in it."
"Is it hollow?" Jiang Cheng asked again without giving up.
"Yes," Ding Zhuxin said, "you have abdominal muscles, if not, I will help you draw them."
Jiang Cheng still had an indescribable expression on his face.
"Does he have it?" Ding Zhuxin turned to ask Gu Fei again.
"Ah?" Gu Fei turned his face, but he didn't have time to put away the smile on his face, "It seems there is."
"Change, I thought you were embarrassed for not having abs." Ding Zhuxin said to Jiang Cheng again.
"En," Jiang Cheng nodded his head determinedly, and after he went out, he stuck his head back, "Sister Xin, I just wanted to ask, will anyone buy this dress?"
"Yes," Ding Zhuxin took a sip of tea, "My designs sell well every time."
"It's amazing, who would buy it?" Jiang Cheng whispered.
"It's probably a neuropathy," Ding Zhuxin said.
He took off only a pair of underwear, and put that piece of clothing that looked like a torn fishing net over his body. Jiang Cheng felt that he was no different from being shirtless, so he quickly walked over to the mirror and glanced at it.
my mom.
Jiang Cheng firmly believes that if this dress can be sold, it can only be attributed to the fact that his body is so fucking good...
He gritted his teeth and walked in.
Gu Fei was looking down at the camera, when he looked up and saw him, he immediately whistled.
"Shut up." Jiang Cheng pointed at him.
"The black underwear is just right," Ding Zhuxin looked at him and said with satisfaction, "I also thought that if it wasn't black, I would find one for you to replace... Let's get started."
"En." Jiang Cheng walked over to the set, and the set was partially replaced, and it looked much cleaner than before.
"Take off your shoes, bare feet." Ding Zhuxin said again.
Jiang Cheng was no longer able to resist in such clothes, he took off his shoes and socks without saying a word, and stood barefoot in the middle.
"This set doesn't require much movement," Ding Zhuxin said. "The name of this dress is 'Dumb', you can feel it."
dumb.
This was the only content Jiang Cheng could come up with at this moment based on this word.
As for feeling.
It felt a little cold, after all, the clothes on his body were all eyes, let alone black underwear, Ding Zhuxin could see it.
But this feeling still had to be found. Ding Zhuxin paid him to take pictures, and it was his employer. He had to find out this so-called feeling. Besides, Gu Fei was still waiting for him with his camera.
dumb.
Well not dumb, dumb.
No sound.
Very quiet.
Inexplicably, he remembered a Russian song that he used to love.
Тихо, тихо, тихо, тихотактаетвночи…
The whole song is so quiet.
After quarreling with family members, he often put on headphones to listen.
Close your eyes, listen to the lyrics that you don't know the meaning of, you can hear the voice in your heart.
It's so fucking far to think, this feeling has all gone to Siberia...
In the camera, Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and gently placed his right hand on the left side of his chest.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng felt very far away, and what was wrapped around him was a deep sense of distance.
Confusion and stubbornness are written in calmness.
After he pressed the shutter, he held the camera for a long time without moving, just staring at Jiang Cheng's face in the camera.
Until Ding Zhuxin gently cleared his throat.
Jiang Cheng opened his eyes as if he had been awakened by a startle. When he put his hand down, his fingers hooked on the collar, and he gently pulled it around. The collar was pulled open and then snapped back.
The camera in Gu Fei's hand made a series of shutter sounds.
Jiang Cheng's eyes had some directionless eyes, his lips were slightly open, his collar was hooked by his fingers, and his fingertips slid across his body...
"I think it's good," Ding Zhuxin said, "very sexy and emotional."
Gu Fei didn't speak, he held the camera and looked down for a long time, finally took a breath, and let it out slowly like a sigh.
"I'm going..." Gu Fei put down the camera, "Go to the toilet."
Sitting on the toilet seat, Gu Fei lit a cigarette.
Look at the smoke drifting past the window.
Life is always full of surprises.
For example, Gu Miao was accidentally picked up by Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng unexpectedly kissed the earth at the door of his store, and unexpectedly became his tablemate...
These accidents were not too unexpected. What surprised Gu Fei was that he always felt that he was in control of everything, but he would react when taking pictures.
It's such a surprise.
So unexpected.
Even someone like him, who has always been indifferent, had to hide in the toilet to calm down.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think about it again, Jiang Cheng would have to change this matter... Maybe he might end up in the toilet.
When Gu Fei came out of the toilet with a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Cheng was standing in front of that row of shelves, fighting to the death with a piece of clothing.
The battle was still stalemate, and he was tearing at his clothes, which locked his throat.
When he heard the door slam behind him, he raised his arm and looked through the gap in his clothes. When he saw that it was Gu Fei, he couldn't care less about the embarrassment, and suppressed his voice: "Fuck, come and help me."
"...What's the matter?" Gu Fei quickly pinched the cigarette, walked over, stretched out his hand several times, but didn't know where to pull to free him.
"No," Jiang Cheng still raised his arms, revealing half of his face from between the arm and the collar, with a look of anger and helplessness, "This clothes is not meant to be worn by the mother, only babies can get in with this neckline, right? !"
"Wait," Gu Fei circled around him, "I'll take a look first."
"If you come out later, I'm going to tear this dress up, and I'll recognize the loss." Jiang Cheng said.
"I think..." Gu Fei picked up the clothes on his left and looked at it, "Did you dig into the cuff?"
"...You said that," Jiang Cheng froze in place, "I suddenly feel that it makes sense."
Gu Fei didn't speak, and he didn't make a sound.
After two seconds, he knew that his and Gu Fei's giggling reincarnation was about to begin again.
When Ding Zhuxin came out from the inside, the two of them were laughing so hard, Gu Fei laughed so many times that he tried to help him pull off his clothes but failed because his hands were weak.
And Jiang Cheng himself laughed so much that he felt like he was strangled to death by his cuff and couldn't stop.
"I'm sorry," Ding Zhuxin took out his phone and took a picture of them, "I want to send a circle of friends."
"What?" Gu Fei asked while leaning on the shelf while smiling.
"My part-time photographer and my part-time model," Ding Zhuxin said, "crazy."
"Alright soon, he's tucked into his sleeve." Gu Fei finally slowed down, pulling his clothes and tugging, Jiang Cheng stepped back, trying hard to make his arms and head become one, and finally took off his clothes.
"Hey!" He squatted on the ground, "I'm exhausted."
"Hurry up, dinner sister invites you to eat takeaway." Ding Zhuxin turned around and went in again.
In the beginning, Jiang Cheng didn't think that 30 sets of clothes were many. After all, sometimes he would have to toss around two or three sets to look at when he went out.
Only today did I realize how annoying it is to get dressed and undressed.
He kept wearing it and taking it off constantly. He stood in front of the lights to find his feelings. After playing, the feeling of a little soreness in his legs was unbearable.
The key is that Ding Zhuxin's clothes are all a complete set, not 30 pieces of clothes, just change two or three trousers to match a little bit, and once you change it, you will be dressed from top to bottom.
When it was getting dark, Ding Zhu said in his heart to eat first, but Jiang Cheng refused. He felt that if he stopped to rest and finished eating, he wouldn’t want to continue if he was beaten to death, and he wouldn’t be able to get motivated if he added money.
So none of the three of them had eaten, and they tossed until after nine o'clock, and finally completed today's task.
"Are you hungry?" Ding Zhuxin transferred today's money to Jiang Cheng, "Go downstairs to eat something, what would you like to eat?"
"I... don't eat," Jiang Cheng felt extremely cordial after changing back into his clothes, his whole body relaxed, and then he was sleepy, "I went back to sleep, I was dead sleepy."
"Aren't you hungry?" Ding Zhuxin said, "Just take two bites, or what if you're hungry at night."
"Thank you, Sister Xin," Jiang Cheng yawned, "I'm so sleepy that I don't even feel hungry anymore, I guess I don't know if I'm hungry at night."
Ding Zhuxin smiled: "Well, do you still have the strength to come tomorrow?"
"Just get some sleep," Jiang Cheng said.
"Then take a taxi back," Ding Zhuxin said, "I will reimburse the travel expenses."
"No need," Jiang Cheng said quickly, "I really don't need it, I don't have much money, I can do it myself."
Ding Zhuxin wanted to say something, but was stopped by Gu Fei: "Give me the money, I'll take a taxi back with him."
"You don't eat either?" Ding Zhuxin looked at him in surprise.
"Well," Gu Fei took out a cigarette and lit it, "My mother cooked dinner at home today and kept it for me. I have to go back and eat it, or she will cry again."
"That's fine." Ding Zhuxin nodded.
Jiang Cheng went to stop the car on the side of the road, Gu Fei and Ding Zhuxin stood together in silence.
"Da Fei." Ding Zhuxin opened his mouth when he saw a taxi approaching.
"En." Gu Fei responded.
"It's the first time I saw you laugh like that," Ding Zhuxin looked at Jiang Cheng's back, "I watched you grow up, and today is the first time I saw it."
"What do you mean by watching me grow up?" Gu Fei smiled, avoiding Ding Zhuxin's words, "Just a few years older than me, with a tone like my mother, I also watched you grow up."
"Get in the car," Ding Zhuxin said, "I have something to do tomorrow, I will prepare the clothes for the photo shoot, and the assistant will come over to make up, and you can help me with the rest."
"Okay." Gu Fei threw away the cigarette butt and got into the car.
Jiang Cheng fell asleep as soon as he got in the car. He felt like a pig. Gu Fei pushed him several times before he finally realized that it was not the shaking of the car, and opened his eyes.
"Are you here?" Jiang Cheng rubbed his face, opened the car door and prepared to get out of the car, "I was so sleepy that I almost dreamed."
"That..." Gu Fei pulled his arm.
Jiang Cheng was about to ask him what was wrong, when he heard noisy voices coming from the front, a man calling a woman, and a woman crying.
When he followed the voice to look over, he fell into endless irritability, and the exhaustion of an afternoon and a half night almost knocked off his celestial cover at this moment.
Li Baoguo, Li Hui, and Li Qian, his father, brother, and sister, he recognized at a glance, and there was a woman with a lame leg that he had never seen before, and he did not know who it was.
This woman was crippling with Li Baoguo, crying and scolding, but she seemed to be speaking in dialect, her accent was too heavy, and she couldn't make out what she was saying.
Li Baoguo changed the way he was lying on the ground that day, holding his head and letting others kick and beat him. He was very domineering and fought against this woman. Li Hui and Li Qian on the side couldn't hold him.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Li Baoguo's words were clear and full of anger, "You haven't been cleaned up enough by Lao Tzu! Let's see if I will give you a way to survive!"
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt out of breath, he slammed back into the car, pushed Gu Fei, who was about to get out of the car with him, and closed the door.
"What? No?" the driver asked.
"Send you back first." Jiang Cheng whispered to Gu Fei, his throat a little tight.
"Okay," Gu Fei didn't ask more, "Master, please turn around Beixiaojie."
"Okay." The driver turned his head and drove the car to the next street.
After passing Gu Fei's store, and driving further in, Gu Fei told the driver to stop the car in front of several residential buildings.
"Where else?" the driver asked.
"That's it," Gu Fei took out the money and gave it to the driver, then pushed Jiang Cheng, "Get out of the car."
Jiang Cheng got out of the car, his whole mind went numb, he looked at the building in front of him: "Your house?"
"Well," Gu Fei said, walking towards the entrance of the corridor, "Go and see my drawing."
"What picture?" Jiang Cheng hesitated and followed behind him.
"Your photo, don't you want to see it, it's so suai." Gu Fei said.
"Okay." Jiang Cheng smiled.