In November, the sky in Ningcheng is clear.
Ningcheng is a city near the sea, and other cities have entered winter early, but the temperature here is still above 20 degrees every day. Every winter, the flow of people in this city will increase.
Under the sun, the blue sea surface is shimmering, and every wave is like a scale sandwiched between them, making a sound of waves, and then being sucked into the sea.
The woman by the beach straightened her skirt, lifted her hair and raised her eyes to say something, but suddenly fell silent when she saw her today's photographer.
The young man in front of him was tall and long-legged, wearing a loose gray sweater with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing a thin and fair arm.
He wore a cold hat perfunctorily on his head, his hair was all gathered in the hat, and a few locks of hair ran out in a mess from his forehead. He was hanging his head at the moment, checking the photos taken in the camera before there was no wave.
The hat fully exposed his face to the air, with clean eyebrows and smooth and sharp contours, it was a handsome appearance that anyone could find handsome.
She has asked many photographers who shoot exteriors, and this is the whitest one she has ever seen. He even turned white, and looked cold and lifeless when he had no expression on his face.
Every passerby subconsciously glanced at him, and she couldn't tell who was taking pictures.
While in a trance, the other party suddenly raised his eyes, and his black, bright and cold eyes looked straight at her.
The next moment, her ankle was hit lightly by the waves, the boy raised the camera, the girl's heart skipped a beat, she subconsciously lifted her skirt and smiled, and then heard a crisp shutter sound.
"How about it, did you get the picture? Let me see." The wave receded again, and the woman ran towards the boy with her skirt in her hands. Instead of looking at the camera for the first time, she looked up at the photographer's face.
The other party moved away without showing any trace, separated half a human distance from her, and stretched out the LCD screen in front of her.
The woman's eyes still stayed on the two moles on the photographer's cheek, until someone hugged her neck, and a lazy female voice sounded behind her: "How is it?"
She just looked down at the LCD screen, her eyes widened in an instant: "... nice."
"The main reason is that you are good-looking." Wang Yue raised her eyelids, winked at the boy next to her, and took the camera over, "It's almost here, Yu Fan, why don't you go buy us two glasses of lemonade?"
Yu Fan grunted lazily, turned around and was about to leave when someone grabbed his sleeve.
"Wait, lend me your hat." Wang Yue's expression was indescribable, "What's going on this year, it's going to burn like this in November, and my hair will burn."
Before he finished speaking, the other party had already pulled off his cold hat. The boy's thick and messy hair fell down, just reaching his neck, and the fluffy hair half covered his eyes, which made people couldn't help but look at him.
After the boy walked away, Wang Yue was immediately hooked by Fa Xiaofan.
"Wang Yue! You didn't tell me that there is such a handsome boy in your studio! If you had said earlier, I would have returned to China earlier!!!"
"I told you," Wang Yue put the hat on her head to cover the sun without wearing it, "you go through the chat records yourself, did I tell you that there was a handsome little girl in my studio six years ago?" boy."
"This is pretty handsome? This is the invincible explosive handsome!"
The woman paused and asked her, "But why are you a photographer? With this face and figure, shouldn't you be a model?"
Wang Yuedao: "When I first came to work part-time, I was a model, but later I changed my career. Besides, my business is booming now, do you know how many Internet celebrities want to make appointments with him every day? Your trip today It was my boss who opened the back door for you, otherwise you would have to queue for at least two months."
The woman snorted and took out her mobile phone: "Then you can go through the back door and give me his contact information."
"Don't think about it, there are more people who want to date him than those who want to take pictures with him." Wang Yue stretched out her finger and compared a number, "He has been working in my studio for so long, let alone dating, I have never seen him Who were you passionate about?"
"I'm the exception. I'm good at picking up little boys. Is he an adult?"
"Nonsense, I have graduated from college, it seems to be 24 in half a month."
"Okay, look, my sister took him for half a month... wait a minute," the woman suddenly thought of a very crucial question, and asked in a low voice, "With his hair like this, he must be gay, right?"
"Probably not. Half of the people who want to pick him up are men, and I haven't seen him talk to anyone. Moreover," Wang Yue paused, and said, "A few years ago, there was a male customer with dirty hands and feet. Watch the original film. touch his ass, the first time he warned the other party, the second time—"
"Call the police?"
"He knocked out the customer's front teeth." Wang Yue said calmly.
"..." The woman silently put down the phone, and after a long while said, "It's so cruel."
Fortunately, this is not the most ruthless.
Wang Yue crossed her arms and looked at Yu Fan's back standing in front of the bar waiting for the lemonade. She couldn't help but think of Yu Fan standing like this when she and him met for the first time. Only at that moment, in front of him was the reception desk of the police station.
It was sunset when the shooting was over. The setting sun was half submerged in the sea, dyeing this small city red.
Back in the studio, the woman went to the computer to watch the original film. She remembered what she said when she was a child, and she distanced herself from Yu Fan when watching the movie.
Wang Yue didn't lie to him. Although this little brother is young, his skills are really good. He has his own ideas on the grasp of light and composition. In the photo, even the strands of his hair seem to be shining.
She took a deep breath, immediately pulled out the cigarette case, and handed the other party a cigarette: "Brother, here is one."
Wang Yue passed by them, bit the cigarette directly, and said vaguely: "He quit. Let me enjoy this blessing."
"Damn." The woman ordered one for herself and asked, "Little brother, aren't you from the local area? Why don't you sound like I have an accent?"
The mouse paused imperceptibly, and the other party finally answered her lightly: "Nancheng."
"No wonder, the people in Nancheng just want to be more white. Then little brother, shall I treat you to dinner tonight? I mean, I invite you to stay with Wang Yue, and then...you can help me fix this film to make it look better."
"No need." Yu Fan said, "Pick a few that you like."
Two hours later, after making an appointment with the other party, Yu Fan casually picked up his satchel, rejected Wang Yue's dinner invitation, and turned to leave the studio.
Wang Yue's studio is located in a rather lively side street, the cold moon hangs high, and the smell of gourmet snacks fills the whole street. Ningcheng is a small city, without those high-rise buildings in Nancheng, and every street is like the old community where he used to live.
Yu Fan went out and turned right, disappearing into the bustling crowd.
This small city is not very receptive to some things. With Yu Fan's thick mid-length hair and his face, every time he walks on the street, he will be greeted with attention.
He took it for granted that he casually bought a piece of roast pork rice in sight of passers-by, then went into the supermarket to buy two glasses of milk, and finally turned into a certain loft neighborhood.
Although Yu Fan never lived in Ningcheng when he was a child, his grandfather was from here, and he often talked to him about Ningcheng's cultural customs, which is barely half of his hometown. So when he decided to leave, he thought of this first.
When he first came back, he lived in the tile-roofed house that his grandfather left here for two years. He didn't find this loft until he paid back the 30,000 yuan. The landlord, Wang Yue, knew each other and gave him a discount on the rent, so he has lived there until now.
The loft of more than 20 square meters is a bit crowded for a boy of 1.8 meters, but because it is a duplex, it is barely enough. Yu Fan unlocked and entered the house, and turned on the light. The cold and simple layout inside instantly became clear, and it was white, gray and black at a glance.
He put the food on the table, turned on the computer and directly edited the film.
Yu Fan recently wanted to change a camera and was saving money. During this period of time, he took on more jobs, and worked overtime until midnight for several consecutive nights. By the time he finished his goal for the day, the roasted pork rice was completely cold.
He casually took two mouthfuls of food, drank a glass of milk to cope with his stomach problems, picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, there were a few more messages on his phone.
[Sister Wang Yue: Fanbao, are you free tomorrow?]
[-: If you have something to say, don’t call me that.]
[Sister Wang Yue: Tsk. What else can I ask you for, I want to ask you to work overtime tomorrow.]
[Sister Wang Yue: I have a little sister I met online coming to Ningcheng tomorrow, so we discussed going to the seaside for a barbecue dinner together. She is the same as my faxiao, they are all Internet celebrities, they want to do business on Weibo or something, I was thinking about asking you to help take pictures. Of course, my sister will definitely settle the money for you, so you should treat it as a private job outside.]
Wang Yue just got her nails done, and typed hard with her fingers crossed: But you haven't been working overtime during this time, you haven't taken a break in the past half a month, if you want to be tired, forget it—
[-: No money, time and place.]
After making an appointment, Yu Fan dug out the photos developed in the studio from his satchel and went upstairs.
He installed a black felt board on the wall opposite the bed, and hung a few ropes with pins on it, and the ropes were full of photos, most of them were landscape photos he had taken casually in the past few years, and it was almost full at the moment .
Yu Fan casually clipped the sunset that he had just taken today, then wiped his hair and patrolled silently, intending to take a few photos. His gaze flicked somewhere, and his movement of wiping his hair stopped abruptly.
There are only two photos on this wall with people.
One is the back view of six people, they are chic and at ease under the warm golden light of the amusement park, as if carefree.
The other face is not a person, just a close, blurred white figure, and the night market in the amusement park in the background is also a phantom, which was obviously taken by accidentally pressing the shutter.
You can't even see the face in this photo, but Yu Fan instantly filled in the outline of the picture in his mind.
Obviously it was a photo taken six years ago.
Yu Fan looked down at the white line, until his eyes were sore that he finally moved again.
He raised his hand, scratched lightly with his index finger on this photo, and then moved his fingers to tear apart the two street view photos next to him.
The next day, when Yu Fan arrived at the beach according to the appointed time, Wang Yue and her Fa Xiao had already set up the grill.
He conveniently helped them carry the ingredients down, then picked an angle where the sunlight could not reach, and lowered his head to confirm the camera parameters.
Not long after, there was a commotion behind him. It should be Wang Yue's other little sister who arrived.
Sure enough, the next moment he heard Wang Yue's voice: "Baby! I thought you would be here for a while."
"How can it be, I'm late for a while. I didn't expect that even the airport is stuck in traffic here. I'm so anxious." The visitor said, "Where is that handsome photographer you mentioned?"
Yu Fan raised his head abruptly, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and was stunned by the sound, and reflexively raised his legs to leave.
"Then." Wang Yue called out from behind, "Yu Fan... hey? Yu Fan, where are you going—"
"Grass!!!" The people around burst into a scream.
Wang Yue was startled, turned her head and said, "What are you doing..."
Before she finished speaking, the little sister beside her rushed out like a rocket. The pure and gentle little floral dress on her was flying in the wind, and the skirt shook like she could give someone a big mouth at any time.
Yu Fan came back from the daze, and it was too late to escape. The opponent rushed over and hooked his neck and pressed down hard, as if he wanted to strangle him to death with his elbow.
"Yu Fan!!!" Zhang Wenjing screamed in his ear, "Why don't you fucking stay away from death!!!!"