Mr. Chinese

Jin Xunfeng earned a lot of money for this filming, which was almost equivalent to his part-time job in the past year. Jin Xunfeng did not go to Yixun Finance and Economics for an internship, so he began to think about more possibilities in his life.

Of course, the happiest person was Jiang Huanian, not because of the money, but because of the radiance on his face.Jiang Huanian thought, if she can eat with this face, there is no reason her son can't.She saved a picture of Jin Xunfeng in her mobile phone, and told everyone that it was her son.Walking in front of the neighborhood neighbors, they were all proud.

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-November, and half of the semester had passed.Because of this period of rest, his attendance rate has also increased.Jin Xunfeng was very happy in his heart, because this way he could see He Xilang again.

In this class, He Xilang analyzed Chen Ran's "Private Life". Jin Xunfeng had never read the novel, so he didn't understand it very well.Only from the teacher's analysis, I vaguely know that this is a bildungsroman, which is an exploration of the process of personality formation. During this process, the heroine also develops a same-sex love with another woman.

Influenced by Freud's psychoanalysis theory, most female writers in modern times have written homosexual themes. Jin Xunfeng has read a few of them before. He was a little surprised and surprised. With a touch of melancholy and loneliness.Yu Dafu also wrote about lesbians, but "She Was a Weak Woman" was very ugly.

This time Jin Xunfeng remembered these few words:

"The rational self is like a prosecutor, suppressing people's inner desires. But people will make breakthroughs subconsciously."

"The femininity and motherhood of women are imposed on women by patriarchy in traditional society, and are related to patriarchal society."

"Pale rights exist only because they are defended."

"Chen Ran's novel is a subversion of patriarchy, but what Ni Ao in "Private Life" needs is a man who can subvert her in terms of body, mind, and ability, which is not in line with feminist views. So her The novel is the entanglement of Electra and patricide, the conflict of the Electra plot and the Oedipus complex."

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As usual, He Xilang was still handsome today, and Jin Xunfeng couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and it was only the bell after class that pulled him back from his meditation.

Watching He Xilang pack up his things, he cheekily chased after him, followed him to the office, hesitated at the door, and finally mustered up his courage, shouting: "Teacher..."

"Huh? What's the matter?" He Xilang looked up, looking a little cold.

Jin Xunfeng was speechless for a moment. He had many things to tell the teacher. He didn't go to Yixun Finance and Economics for an internship. He wanted to show the teacher the photos taken by Qiu Keke.But with Shanghe Xilang's cold and scrutinizing eyes, the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat.

He thought to himself: There is nothing wrong, I just miss you.

Jin Xunfeng was thinking madly, but he didn't dare to show any abnormality.Because suddenly a few classmates came in behind them, all of them came to He Xilang to discuss their graduation thesis, and Xu Qiandeng was among them.

Some classmates saw him: "Are you also here to discuss the paper with the teacher?"

Jin Xunfeng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head. He was too busy a while ago, so he forgot about it.

"Why didn't you choose a teacher? It feels like you got close to him a while ago, and he should like you very much." The classmate whispered, "And I think he is very soft-hearted, and he is very good at research. You see , Many people in our class chose him."

Whether it was the academic year thesis or the graduation thesis, He Xilang was a big hit every year, but it was precisely because too many people chose him that Jin Xunfeng didn't want to join, he didn't want to be one of them.Jin Xunfeng didn't even choose a literature-related field, but wrote a paper on understanding the field of linguistics. Maybe even he didn't know what he was writing.

All of a sudden, the relationship between Jin Xunfeng and He Xilang reversed rapidly.

Jin Xunfeng didn't want to see this kind of situation very much, he couldn't say a lot, but he hoped that the teacher could notice his mood.Jin Xunfeng thought very cryptically, and finally agreed to Qiu Keke's demand.

The shooting time was in mid-November, and the location was a reservoir in Yanjiao. There are mountains and lakes, and there are large areas of withered and yellow reeds beside the lake.The location is remote, and Qiu Keke said he would drive here to take Jinxun Peak for a ride.

This morning, just after dawn, Qiu Keke appeared at the gate of the Jinxunfeng community. They wanted to arrive before the morning fog dissipated to take the first group of photos.

Jin Xunfeng came out early, still holding a bottle of soy milk that Jiang Huanian gave him.Qiu Keke's car came, but he said he couldn't fit in the car and told him to go with the photographer's car.

Jin Xunfeng nodded, walked around to the back, and saw the familiar Mercedes-Benz G500. When he saw the car, he was still thinking, there are quite a lot of people driving this car.Jin Xunfeng turned on the co-pilot and said politely, "Thank you for your hard work this time."

"En." The man replied, with a trace of familiarity in his cold voice.

Jin Xunfeng raised his head when he heard the sound, and was taken aback when he saw the person opposite. The face he was so familiar with, the khaki windbreaker, and the usual gold-rimmed glasses were replaced by black frames. He looked much younger ——He didn't expect to see He Xilang here.

This meeting was a complete accident, and He Xilang was also a little surprised.A few days ago, he received a call, and Qiu Keke asked him to help out with a set of locations. Although the relationship between the two was not close, they still had contact from time to time, so he agreed.

The encounter between He Xilang and Qiu Keke was quite dramatic. A few years ago, He Xilang went to Indonesia to shoot leopard cats, and met Qiu Keke who was lost in the forest.At that time, Qiu Keke and her team were in Indonesia to shoot a promotional image of the tropical rainforest, but unexpectedly she got lost in the forest.

This time, Qiu Keke just said that she couldn't find anyone in the country for a while, and asked for help.He Xilang didn't think too much, he never expected to meet Jin Xunfeng.But how did Jin Xunfeng and Qiu Keke get to know each other?He Xilang was a little curious, but didn't ask.

Jin Xunfeng was not much calmer than him, both of them were a little embarrassed, and nodded as a greeting.No one dared to touch that sensitive point, they just talked about some irrelevant issues.

An hour and a half later, the group arrived at the shooting location.

Jin Xunfeng finally understood why Qiu Keke said that the car would not fit, because they dragged out a pile of photographic equipment, various light boxes, and a dilapidated sofa and chair from the back of the seven-seater commercial vehicle.

Qiu Keke ordered a few temporary assistants to set up the venue. On the other side, He Xilang chatted with Jin Xunfeng while measuring the light.After Jin Xunfeng told He Xilang how he met Qiu Keke, the latter laughed and said, "I didn't expect that you are so good-looking. I knew I would introduce you to the performing arts company."

The layout of the venue was simple and crude. The broken chairs were thrown on the grass, and the model was asked to lie on it, with a reflector on the side, and the job was done. What was needed was this kind of carelessness.

In the desolate wasteland in late autumn, the naked Jin Xunfeng was lying on the dilapidated leather sofa, leaning his back on the armrest of the sofa, with his hands wrapped around his knees, so that his well-proportioned body stretched out nice lines.He looked up at the camera with sad and lonely eyes.Obviously naked, but there is no hint of sex.The red high-heeled shoes are the finishing touch, eye-catching in the yellow reed field.