Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

In the bar, Jiang Xiannan and Xie Jiuan were dancing wildly. A man next door raised his glass to Jiang Xiannan, his eyes and tone were uncomfortable: "Sister, let's have a drink together?"

As he spoke, he made a frivolous and uncivilized gesture.

Xie Jiu'an glanced at it, sat down next to him, and hooked his shoulder: "Come, brother, drink with you!"

"Who are you..." The man was dissatisfied and his tone was aggressive. The person next to him grabbed him.

"Don't do it, do you know who this person is?"

After whispering a few words, the man looked away angrily and explained: "I don't mean anything else."

Xie Jiuan hooked his shoulder and touched his glass with his wine glass. His tone was half joking, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I know, what do you mean?"

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Jiang Xiannan looked funny. After a while, she stood up and patted Xie Jiuan on the shoulder: "Okay! Do you think I am a vegetarian?"

After speaking, he glanced condescendingly at the man just now, his usually silly eyes full of disdain.

Seeing her appearance, Xie Jiuan suddenly realized and wanted to slap himself on the head. Yes, the child raised by the Quan family is a vegetarian.

How could the daughter of Miss Quan, who was famous for her smiling face and thunderous tactics in the capital, be someone who could be bullied?

I really drank too much and didn’t think about it for a while.

Xie Jiuan put down his hand on the man's shoulder, and the others immediately apologized and left.

He leaned over and took out a paper towel to wipe his hands, then threw the paper towel into the trash can next to the table: "Dean, I have never seen anyone as arrogant as me in Beijing in my whole life."

Jiang Xiannan shook the light stick in his hand, looked at the DJ on the stage, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I haven't seen anyone better than me in Suzhou."

Xie Jiu'an picked up the wine glass: "Here's to the Little Overlord of Suzhou."

Jiang Xiannan said like an uncle: "You're welcome."

Both patients laughed.

Xie Jiu'an couldn't be happier, mainly because the other people were notoriously low-key and didn't like to go out, especially the third uncle, who came from the army and looked down upon them.

As for the fourth brother, he was also a prodigal when he was young, but he later suffered a lot. When the prodigal son turned around, he no longer liked it. He sat in the teahouse every day with his penis scratched.

Jiang Xiannanheng is what her parents are used to, like Cui Sanning and others, their family background is there, they come from a literary family, their character is there, so they are not people who play this trick.

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded from behind the booth: "Who am I talking about? This is the first time I heard that there is someone better than me in Suzhou?"

Turning around suddenly, Jiang Xiannan said in surprise: "Idol!"

Lin Langyin immediately covered her mouth: "Don't yell like that."

"Isn't it embarrassing?"

Letting go of his hand, Jiang Xiannan said excitedly: "Sister Langyin, why are you here?"

Lin Langyin flicked her dazzling red hair: "You're just kidding, this is my home court."

"Who is this?" Xie Jiu'an looked at Jiang Xiannan and motioned for her to introduce him.

Jiang Xiannan immediately said: "Lin Langyin, the famous wolf photographer, Sister Sang Ning's younger brother."

Across the street, Xie Jiuan had never heard of a wolf photographer, but Sang Sang's family name was Lin, and what she had just said, he knew about the Lin family in Suzhou.

He stretched out his hand: "Hello, Xie Jiu'an, nice to meet you."

Lin Langyin patted the back of his hand: "You're welcome, make a friend."

She had seen everything just now. She had seen Jiang Xiannan a long time ago. Just as she was about to come over, she saw him sitting down next to that person.

Jiang Xiannan raised his hand and said, "I have to change my words."

She held Lin Langyin's arm and said, "This man is the most arrogant man in Suzhou before me. I am considered a junior."

Jiang Xiannan was right. Lin Langyin was the most unusual being among the literary elites in Suzhou. It seemed that she had not grown up to be what outsiders expected her to be since she was a child.

Riding the most intense horse, riding the wildest motorcycle, skating on a longboard on a street with sunset at the end, and playing the most heart-pounding drum set by a roadside band.

There is freedom in enthusiasm.

Lin Langyin immediately became addicted to drama, raised his hand and waved: "Low-key, low-key, I have withdrawn from the world for many years."

Xie Jiuan took a look and said, "It turns out we are from the same group of people!"

The three of them immediately felt sorry for each other. Xie Jiuan raised his wine and greeted Lin Langyin: "Your hair color is awesome!"

Lin Langyin met him and said, "You have discernment."

The three danced for a while, and Lin Langyin and Jiang Xiannan collapsed on the sofa.

Looking at Xie Jiu'an who looked like crazy above.

Lin Langyin: "He is so energetic."

Jiang Xiannan: "We don't know him."

After resting for a while, Lin Langyin turned around and pulled the bag that was thrown on the sofa, rummaged through it for a while, took out a business card and handed it to Jiang Xiannan, saying loudly: "The address and contact information of my studio."

"You can come and see it whenever you have time."

"I have an external film coming out on Saturday, do you want to go with me?"

Jiang Xiannan couldn't believe it: "Can I really go?"

Is it understandable that she is willing to teach her.

"Of course." Lin Langyin leaned back on the sofa and held her head of red hair.

Quan Yu saved San San's life, and she, Lin Langyin, thanked him. She happened to be in love with Jiang Xiannan, and if she wanted, she could take her with him.

Seeing her looking at him eagerly, as if she was about to cry, Lin Langyin said: "I'll start with the ugly words. I can't teach you much, not even as good as your teachers. It's all up to you."

Lin Langyin didn't think she could teach her anything, and she wasn't qualified to be a teacher. She had rejected the school's previous invitations to teach.

She is extremely cold and has very little love. She loves freedom and hates restraint. She really has no interest in being entangled with someone she is not interested in for a long time.

Sometimes she even dislikes the photos that outsiders praise her for.

Jiang Xiannan nodded immediately: "I will study hard."

Thinking of something, she suddenly asked: "Sister Langyin, why did you suddenly want to learn photography in the first place?"

why?

Thinking of the past, Lin Langyin's eyes showed a soft smile.

In order to keep the best existence in her life.

She has two best friends, one is incredibly beautiful and the other is as considerate as a hair. To her, they are both the softest gods in the world.

They filled her youthful years, picked her up from the mud when she was broken, and pieced her together bit by bit, healing her wounds.

Lin Langyin felt that she was a painting in Sang Ning's hand and a scattered mathematical symbol in Chi Suizhou's hand.

They repaired the scars on her body in their own way.

He drank all the wine in the cup and looked sideways at Jiang Xiannan: "Have you ever encountered a moment like that? At that moment, you wanted to freeze it forever."

Jiang Xiannan nodded crazily: "Yes!"

That's why she wanted to learn photography.

Lin Langyin patted her shoulder: "Just pat it down."

"The camera has no emotions, but our eyes do."

"No one else can see the people or things we like when we see them, but we ourselves know how radiant and magnificent they are."

“Showing what’s in our eyes to others is the meaning of our photography.”