proud of love

proud of love

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Jinjiang 2018-1-20 End

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Jiang Huai, a promising photographer, once quit the photography circle for love, without hesitation, he walked away quickly and calmly

After all, from now on, there will be a benefactor to support him, so he will not worry about food and clothing

Three years of crush, three years of contract, nothing to do but have to write a self-criticism.Betting everything on this moody man in exchange for his peace of mind is probably considered a qualified deal

It's just that Jianghuai never thought that in the end, the money is not his, nor is the person.In the end, a medical certificate completely cut off his retreat

The last thing a photographer can't lose, he loses everything

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Chapter 1

Half an hour before the accident, Jiang Huai was still swearing to God, compared with that vixen surnamed Cheng, at most Xi Jinhe loved him less obviously.

He, Jiang Huai, was the one who had signed a contract with Xi Jinhe Zheng'er Bajing, in black and white, he couldn't be blamed even if he wanted to.

Zhuang Qian, who was on the sidelines, gave Tang Yu a wink, and the two of them took turns to talk and talk before letting him put down the cup: "Senior, don't think about it, we all saw it back then, President Xi's treatment of you It's absolute pampering! The kind that makes me afraid of melting if I hold it on the tip of my heart...Xiao Yu, don't you think so?"

JAC has recently been in a period of fabrication for a few days every month. It is purely to let go of oneself and not be afraid of death.The house is mixed, and the wine is also mixed.After drinking three bottles of red and white in a row, I was already so drunk that I lost my mind.Fortunately, he is proficient at memorizing certain core values, knowing that drinking and not driving, he called his apprentice to answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qian happened to be nearby that night, and when she heard Jiang Huai was drunk, she was so angry that she wanted to discipline her brother's behavior. Along the way, she kept talking about the dangers of alcoholism, which was even more exaggerated than drugs and drugs.As a result, as soon as the two of them arrived, they found that the bar was a rare and serious drinking place in the city. The Jiang Da photographer, who used to be in his prime, was leaning on the bar, with a thin and thin back, looking a bit like a bereaved dog from a distance.

Tang Yu, Jianghuai's closed disciple, is notoriously slow and slow-witted.Zhuang Qian winked at him for a long time before forcing him to withdraw his expression of disapproval and let out a "huh".A cheerful jazz music was playing in the bar, but Jiang Huai heard it alone amidst the reverberation of noisy vocals and drums.He frowned, leaned over to look at Tang Yu's childish face with a look of disbelief, as if he wanted to confirm the truth of what he said.

With the neon light of the bar, Jiang Huai still smelled of alcohol, and a thin film seemed to cover the eyes, turning everyone's figures into a purple-blue light.He was already very close to Tang Yu, and his breath seemed to be able to reach his face, but the baby's face was still seven points blurred, and three parts looked a bit like Xi Jinhe.

What a hell.

He had a splitting headache and felt a sense of despair in his heart.Raising his hand to support the bar seat with difficulty and straightening up, Jiang Huai staggered towards the door, muttering that he wanted to go back to the studio.Zhuang Qian was wearing high-heeled shoes and commuting clothes. Before she could hold her bag firmly with one hand, she rushed to pull him with the other hand, and she almost fell hard enough.Although Tang Yu had a baby face, he was still a boy after all. He stepped forward to support the two of them, holding each of them in his hand, and then squeezed through the crowded crowd and went out smoothly.

Jiang Huai kept silent tonight.He usually has a cold face to strangers, and he can talk and laugh with acquaintances.It's just that when talking about Xi Jinhe, he seems to be a different person, and he doesn't respond to any questions.

Zhuang Qian and Tang Yu could only stand on the street at a loss.

"How about we call President Xi?" Tang Yu looked worriedly at Jiang Huai and Zhuang Qian to discuss.He followed Jianghuai for many years, always respectfully called him "teacher", and always avoided Xi Jinhe.For the people of Downton, these three words are forbidden areas.

Zhuang Qian immediately shook her head: "Xi Jinhe definitely doesn't know that senior comes out to drink, and he already hates senior with us..." Zhuang Qian remembered the sentence he said he was going back to the studio and muttered to herself, her little A cry, full of timidity and grievance: "Senior doesn't know what he's doing when he's drunk. If Xi Jinhe sees it, the two of them will definitely quarrel again, and then it will be an endless loop!"

Tang Yu came to the studio three years ago, and today it is less than half of the time Zhuang Qian and Jiang Huai have known each other in this lifetime.

At that time, Jianghuai's studio Downton was still the top photography studio in China, and it was a place where countless young people who were fascinated by art were desperate to get an interview pass.Tang Yu caught up with the policy reform during the college entrance examination, and every school's photography department expanded its enrollment, but the quality of students was unprecedentedly high.

By the time of the final round of selection after such careful selection, there were only about a hundred people left in the entire Downton Hall.After the five-person group was assigned a number at random, the interview hadn't started yet. The judges pushed the door open from the side and entered the office, holding documents and drinking glasses, all with serious faces.The test-takers obviously paid attention, the hall was unusually silent for two or three seconds, and suddenly there was a commotion and restlessness.

Tang Yu rubbed the center of his brows, feeling like some kind of bird had found some food and was chirping non-stop—[The person walking in front is Jiang Huai].

Just because it is [JAC].

In modern workplace competition, HRs mostly favor compound talents.Because there are specializations in the technology industry, everyone hopes that only one wage will bring doubleN cubic benefits.

After a rough look around, the interviewers have already started preparing in various ways.Looking around, Tang Yu was the only one sitting there foolishly, staring at a clump of luxuriant star celery on the opposite side, dazed and dazed, out of place and dazzling.

Zhuang Qian had just sent away a group of interviewees, and when she drank her saliva, she saw Tang Yu staring blankly at her boss's favorite green plant, looking as if she was about to drool.Seeing these good-looking young people, Zhuang Qian was overwhelmed with love, and kindly stepped forward to remind him.

"That tree is the favorite of our Jianghuai seniors. We personally water it every day and take care of it. We even set up a window so that we can bask in the sun. Whoever pulls out a leaf from it can wring the other's head off."

Tang Yu was really startled, and he stammered in reply: "Jiang, Mr. Jiang Huai is so..."

Zhuang Qian narrowed her eyes and looked at him for a while, then glanced at his number plate, smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Boy, don't come to Downton if you're afraid."

"But..." Tang Yu scratched his head, "Mr. Jiang Huai is the best photographer."

Zhuang Qian blinked her eyes, turned around obediently with a cup in her hand, and prepared to go back to the office: "Seeing that you are a bit intelligent, sister, I would like to remind you with good intentions—whether you are admitted during the interview or after the interview, you will definitely, absolutely, absolutely Don't say that in front of him."

"Which sentence?"

"'Jiang Huai is the best photographer', this sentence." Zhuang Qian poker-faced, paused every word, and finally showed a mischievous smile: "Don't forget!"

Only when there are no heroes in the world can Shuzi become famous.

For a long time after winning the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, Jiang Huai said this sentence very frequently to mourn Hugh Momo for 30 years—because in his opinion, the biggest joke is himself .

He thought he was just a second-rate photographer, but now, he is just Xi Jinhe's contract lover.

By the time Tang Yu put the phone back into his pocket, Jiang Huai had already frowned and curled up on the ground and fell asleep. Ren Zhuangqian shouted for a long time, without even humming.

"It's cool on the ground, teacher..." Tang Yu was worried for a while and suggested: "Just send the teacher back to the apartment he used to live in." Jianghuai has a large apartment of about [-] square meters by the river in the downtown area. I've been there, and I'm familiar with it.

Zhuang Qian frowned and was still hesitating, and finally she decided: "That's how it is, take a taxi and take him back, and tell Xi Jinhe that Senior is going on a trip to relax?"

Tang Yu smiled bitterly: "Is there any more reliable one? Even the teacher won't believe it."

"...That can't be helped, we can't blame us." Zhuang Qian stretched out her hand to stop the car, and together with Tang Yu stuffed Jiang Huai into the back seat, and finally told him: "Call me when you get home."

After half an hour, Zhuang Qian did receive a call from the hospital, the content was horrifying.Then she slipped and almost hit the green belt on the side of the road. After recalling the phone call, she was scared out of her wits.

She slammed on the brakes and gasped for breath, wondering what happened recently, worshiping the stars was useless, and she had to go to the temple to burn incense.

Of course... If something happened to Jianghuai, the person who burned incense would probably be himself.

Xi Jinhe was already there when she ran the red light and stepped on the gas pedal all the way to the hospital.Still wearing a suit and tie, not even a strand of hair messed up, so handsome.He was talking to his subordinates, and when he saw her running over in a panic, he paused for a moment, then continued talking to himself, without explaining the situation to her at all.

Although Zhuang Qian was so angry that she wanted to rush up and grab his collar, she still expressed that she wanted to live a few more years and did not dare to argue with President Xi.She had no choice but to rush over and grab a passing nurse and ask for a long time before she could breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not a serious car accident.It is said that the cause was that the electric car on the opposite side ran a red light. The taxi driver did not stop the car for a moment and could only slam the steering wheel, and finally rushed into a shop selling steamed buns on the street.The steamed stuffed bun shop was closed early, and the driver and Tang Yu both suffered some skin trauma, but they were still awake and had no concussion.Only Jianghuai is still in a coma, but it remains to be seen whether the specific reason is a car accident or too much alcohol.

Zhuang Qian inquired about the ward number again, and when she looked up to leave, she saw that the people on Xi Jinhe's side had dispersed at some point, and only President Xi stood alone, staring at the ground in thought, looking a little lonely.

Jianghuai and his wards are at the other end of the corridor.Zhuang Qian looked at President Xi and then looked back at the room number, feeling that something was extremely wrong.Xi Jinhe wouldn't just take a walk back and forth, would he?

She sighed, scolding herself for being nosy and moved towards Xi Jinhe's direction: "Hey, President Xi, what a coincidence... Ah, why are you here too..."

Xi Jinhe turned his head and glanced at her, and said concisely: "People from Downton?" His tone was seven points contemptuous, and three points probably gave Jiang Huai some face.

Regarding the contract matter, Zhuang Qian heard some details from Jiang Huai, and the main plot was all based on imagination.Leaving aside the relationship issues between the two, just the benefits that Downton Studios has brought to the president in a year, you can't give a smile too much, pretending to be great for who to see?Jiang Huai is not here!

hehe.Rich people always do what they want.

Zhuang Qian tried her best not to rush up and beat him up: "Yes, I am senior's assistant Zhuang Qian. That... you are here, have you visited our senior Jianghuai?" She waited quietly for a while, Xi Jin He reacted surprisingly calmly and silently.

The face that usually has no extra expressions is still deadly calm, without a trace of waves, without any flaws.

"What did you say?" He stood there, looked into Zhuang Qian's eyes from a distance, and asked again.

Zhuang Qian didn't expect this person to be so cold-blooded and ruthless: "It's nothing, I want to come to President Xi for a lot of things, so we won't bother you." She was about to turn around to leave, but behind her she stepped forward, and Xi Jinhe stopped her. In front of her, the voice was low and terrifying.

"Even if I'm not directly under the leader in charge of Downton, I still have a way to make you unable to find a job in City G." Xi Jinhe lost all patience: "Who is here?"

Zhuang Qian trembled twice: "Senior Jianghuai, he had a car accident just now...I thought you were..."

Xi Jinhe turned around and left without waiting for her to finish speaking, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying.The driver Hongli who was standing at the stairs saw something was wrong and ran up to ask about the situation.Xi Jinhe didn't turn his head back, and just dropped a sentence to find someone.

"JAC is also here."

Hongli's face changed three times.

When the new mayor of City G takes office, Xi Jinhe's Changfeng Club holds half of China's news and entertainment sector, and it is inevitable to bring people to do some greetings.Unexpectedly, an official at the next table was drunk and playing hooligans, clutching Xi Jinhe's wrist and talking nonsense, his hand almost touched his face.

Xi Jinhe's expression remained unchanged, he dragged him down to Hongli, and kindly left a message saying to send him back to the hotel.Sure enough, as soon as he turned around and walked out of the hall, he kicked him down the steps, knocked his head on the handrail with a three-centimeter cut, and blood flowed all over the floor.The bald-headed official in the Mediterranean got up by himself, and looked at Xi Jinhe with horror in his eyes, but the murderer lit a cigarette and pretended to be innocent, and asked him with a smile how he walked and fell down. minor injury.

In Xi Jinhe's dictionary, those who can afford to offend are given enough face.

The unlucky official saw the situation clearly and wanted to make an apology to President Xi after finishing the stitches on one side, but Xi Jinhe refused with a smile.

"President Xi is indeed as generous as the rumors say."

——And now, President Xi's mood finally fell to the bottom.

Chapter 2

Jianghuai's nightmare has lasted for half a month.

This dream is also very strange, it is always the same intermittently, it is the scene when Jiang Shang led him to climb the night mountain together on the stone steps when he was a child.

Jiang Shang was just a nominal father in Jiang Huai's life. I don't know how many times he has taken his children to climb the night mountain to shoot the sunrise, but Jiang Shang is really proficient.Knowing that he had to prepare everything, he also bought a small bag of yogurt and put it in his pocket. After inserting the straw, he handed it to him.That day, the fog in Jingshan Mountain was heavy, and the lights on the road at night could not be clearly seen. Jianghuai couldn't see the road clearly, so he could only cling closer to his father.Jiang Shang held his son's hand tightly, and watched the road ahead vigilantly. Jiang Huai turned his head to the side, and could only vaguely see the sharp light in his eyes, like a sea eagle preparing to catch prey.

"When will my father come back and take me to climb Jingshan? My mother said that climbing Yeshan is dangerous, and she always won't let the teacher take me."

Jiang Shang led him up, breathing steadily, and his voice was hoarse and deep: "Mr. Ye Li?"

"Yes."

Jiang Shang stopped suddenly, and carefully stretched out his hand to rub Jiang Huai's fine hair: "Following Teacher Ye Li is better than following father. Xiao Huai will definitely become a very good photographer in the future."

"Following...Father...is also very good." Jiang Huai was a little anxious, not understanding what Jiang Shang meant by saying this, "Isn't Father willing to teach me?"

Jiang Shang looked at him for a long time, opened and closed his lips tightly, and said something that he understood but didn't seem to understand - "Xiao Huai, I'm not your father."

His voice was ethereal and ethereal, trying desperately to drill into his ears, as if he wanted to penetrate deep into his brain.Jiang Huai was entangled with these words and couldn't breathe, like a joke with half his life weight mercilessly smashed on his body, one by one, he smashed his flesh and blood, and crushed his soul.

This dream only repeated for half a month, but Jiang Huai felt that he was already bloody.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thing he saw was Xi Jinhe leaning against the wall staring at him, he was almost startled.

It was already bright outside the window, Jiang Huai only vaguely remembered that he and Tang Yu had a car accident, Zhuang Qian broke into the ward with disheveled hair, shouting uncontrollably how could this happen.

After a hangover, I don't really have a headache.Jiang Huai moved his body, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, feeling uncomfortable all over, sore and sore.There was a fault in his memory, and he knew nothing about Xi Jinhe's joining midway.

Seeing that he was awake, Xi Jinhe sat on the bed, and mercifully reached out to help him, and handed him a glass of water.The glass of water was placed by the bed, as if it had been prepared long ago.

"Thank you." With gratitude in his heart, Jiang Huai took it respectfully, and when he lowered his head, he saw the dark gray carpet beside the bed.

...This is actually the master bedroom.

Xi Jinhe's most frequent residence is this big villa one kilometer away from the suburbs of the city.Jiang Huai also lived here, but even if he hadn't been fighting with Xi Jinhe for so many days, he had never entered this master bedroom.The fact that Xi Jinhe was sitting with him on the big bed in the master bedroom was so shocking that his little heart beat a 360-degree backflip.

Jiang Huai began to feel apologetic.Xi Jinhe's body is not neat, and the person who is always obsessed with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder looks extremely tired, as if he has not slept all night.Jiang Huai smelled the faint smell of smoke in the air, worried about the extremely shallow circle of bruises under his eyes, drank water obediently, and remained silent without saying a word.

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"why did not you tell me?"

Xi Jinhe's voice is his favorite type, like a Gu, deep, powerful and attractive.

Jiang Huai carefully avoided his sight: "Uh...I'm sorry I shouldn't drink so much, and you don't blame them, I was still drunk when the car accident happened..."

"I'm not talking about that." Xi Jinhe leaned back against the dark gray wall, looking extremely tired: "If you hadn't met Shen Feijian, how long would you have kept it a secret? One month? One year?"

"What did you say……"

"Intracranial nervous system brain tumor."

Jiang Huai's smile froze on his face, and he finally gave up his nonchalant pretense.He turned his head to avoid Xi Jinhe, and closed his eyes hard: "Are you going to terminate the contract? It's not been three years yet, and according to the contract, you have to pay me a large amount of liquidated damages..."

Xi Jinhe looked at him furiously, the veins in his hands bulged, and he grabbed Jiang Huai's collar forcefully: "Say it again?!"

"I won't die..." Jiang Huai gritted his teeth: "Tumor, as long as the operation is..."

"Surgery?" Xi Jinhe let go of his hand and sneered: "Are you going to lose your eyes? I'm not interested in blind photographers at all, I just find it ridiculous."

"Besides, you don't like photographers at all..." Jiang Huai muttered unwillingly: "You just want to break the contract! You have gotten very close to that surnamed Cheng recently... What, look at what I do, I will sign the contract anyway. It's..."

Before he finished speaking, Xi Jinhe sealed his mouth.But it didn't take long for him to react, he stretched out his hand to hook Xi Jinhe's neck regardless, and kissed him back desperately.Tongue nimbly slipped into the opponent's mouth, Xi Jinhe lifted him into his arms, Jiang Huai screamed, and could only respond with his legs tightly wrapped around his waist.Xi Jinhe's breath hit Jianghuai's cheeks, a little itchy, both sides wanted to peel each other's skin and bones, eat them into their stomachs, their tongues and saliva mixed together, their advances and retreats were all about passion and desire.

Jiang Huai was really tired in the end, he was so weak that he felt dizzy, so he could only grab Xi Jinhe's shirt to signal him to stop, buried his head in his shoulder and panted for a while, then raised his face and smiled at him: "Oh, I will Say you must like me!"

Xi Jinhe didn't even look at him, he threw him back on the bed vigorously, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Jiang Huai thought that he was too old to bear the toss.He beat his lumbar vertebrae with his hands and grinned for a while, then obediently sat on the bed with his knees hugged, watching the man come out refreshed in a bath towel, then changed into a dark blue suit and went out.

Jiang Huai whistled at his back, he was really happy that the man didn't drive him away.

He stretched out his hands to fold the quilt, climbed off the bed barefoot and ran out of the corridor to ask his aunt at home to serve him a bowl of noodles.When he was about to walk back, he thought for a while and felt that people still need to be aware of current affairs. He sighed and added a sentence and sent him to his room. Then he reluctantly walked back to the master bedroom with black and white industrial metal style, and closed the door with a "bang". up.

Still had to go back to his own place.

The aunt hired by Xi's family can cook noodles.Jiang Huai Hula Hula didn't even have soup left, so he went out to the library with his belly in his arms.

He has always had three points on one line: home, library, and another home.Even if Xi Jinhe finds someone to follow him, he can't get any useful information. His life is as monotonous as a man in his seventies and eighties, and he can't make waves.

After signing the contract, he was supposed to stay in Xi Jinhe's big villa near the lake, but he didn't know why he couldn't cope recently, so he stayed in the original apartment for several days.

He has lived in the basement and shared the apartment with others.With the money he earned after becoming famous, this was his first real "home".

There was a paradox between his childhood and this word, and he felt a lot more at ease after getting here. Although he moved more than half to the Linhu villa, there is still a way out in Jianghuai's heart.

Back to the old house, people are lonely and low in the dust.

Jiang Huai spent a whole day in the library, rummaging through photography collections and discourses, writing tens of thousands of words of notes and sending them to Tang Yu, telling him to study hard by the way.

Tang Yu is a graduate of the Photography Department of the Film University, and he is very obedient and good at handling affairs.Jianghuai is always peaceful outside, kind-hearted and has no temper. The note is that you don’t take the initiative to provoke him when he is not working, and the rabbit bites when it is anxious, and it hurts.

But it is undeniable that Jianghuai is well-known outside the world, and its ability is obvious to all, and it is impossible to envy it.What's more, he followed Mao's subordinates, and everyone bowed their heads and listened to his ministers. It looked like a centralization of power.The people in the studio called him "Boss"; Zhuang Qian, who studied with him, called him "Senior"; Tang Yu only called him "Teacher".

Zhuang Qian once secretly asked him why Tang Yu fell in love with him, "Why did the senior choose him among so many people? He is inexperienced and not bold and perverted, and he looks stupid."

"The pictures drawn on white paper can surpass everyone's imagination. And there is nothing wrong with him, he is young and energetic, reminds me of myself back then..."

"what?"

"I'm not the same as him at all!"

Zhuang Qian was amused by him and laughed: "Then why?"

Jiang Huai pointed to the precious star celery plant at the door: "The amount of water he waters is just right."

Thinking of the moment of the car accident, Jiang Huai was so dazed that he didn't have time to open his eyes. He could only feel someone rushing towards him, protecting him tightly and blocking the falling glass shards.

It's not the first time he has encountered such a thing, and he is always favored by the heavens, and there is no danger.It's just that last time, he rushed over and hugged Xi Jinhe tightly, and then his precious Hasselblad died heroically under the wreckage of the Maserati's seat.

Afterwards, the two sat side by side on the bench in the hospital. Xi Jinhe took a look at his aggrieved appearance holding the camera, and said in a calm tone that he would pay him another one, but Jiang Huai accepted it with a wry smile.

This is the only thing Jiang Shang gave him, and that person will never come back.

The past is the past, but after all, people don't learn lessons and are greedy.Thinking of the lonely courage three years ago, Jiang Huai felt uncomfortable and wanted to jump from the roof of the library.

But overnight.

Signed a three-year fake love contract with Xi Jinhe; was found to have a brain tumor; began to feel that the world in front of him was gradually blurred; held a press conference, disbanded Downton, who had worked hard for half his life, locked the camera in the attic, and never again photographer.

Ah, yes.And the affair crisis.

In the past, the windows of his apartment were covered with itineraries, but now there are only two or three memos left, which serve as reminders: the prosperity and glamor are fleeting, and in the past 50 years, it has always been a dream.

Avoid, rely on love and pride.

Chapter 3

If he had known that there would be Cheng Xizhi jumping around in a sacred place like the library, Jiang Huai felt that he might as well just stay in the lakeside villa and be his golden beauty obediently.

Cheng Yizhi wears a lighter men's fragrance from Artisan, Jiang Huai is very familiar with it, Xi Jinhe's coat is sometimes stained with this fragrance, it is very subtle.

Before people arrive, the fragrance is clear.

From time to time there were some rustling voices around him, Cheng Xizhi sat beside him calmly, without any concealment, a gentle face seemed to be shining.

Jiang Huai sneezed extremely disrespectfully, and he was so disgusted that he couldn't read a single word.He took off his glasses and threw them on the table casually, but he was still unwilling to put down the book in his hand: "What's the matter?"

Recently Cheng Xizhi is in the limelight.He is only 23 years old and has a good appearance. He was originally the head of the marketing department under Xi Jinhe.Cheng Xizhi is a design major. It is said that Xi Jinhe recently sponsored him a large sum of money to set up a studio, personally nominated [Canglan] to make a plaque, and arranged to introduce several big orders, leveraging modern Internet media to make a hit And red.Cheng Xizhi's photo was picked up, surrounded by celebrities, he smiled with temperament and good looks.

No wonder a picky person like Xi Jinhe can fall in love with him.

Logically speaking, being good-looking is not a vase, and Jiang Huai can just turn a blind eye and close one eye. Who knows that this person doesn't talk about five virtues and four beauties at all, and announced in front of the media that he will transform into a photographer.

"Photography has always been my dream. To record my beloved under the camera can make time stay forever at the moment when I love him the most."

Cheng Xizhi's smile was ashamed and welcoming, his eyes were flying all over the room, 90.00% of them fell on Xi Jinhe who was sitting in the guest seat.The reporters exchanged glances with each other on the spot, and didn't dare to offend the boss by name when they turned around, so they brought him in, comparing and gossiping.What [the most talented photographer after Jianghuai]; [the leading successor in the photography industry]... It's like sitting at home, and the pot comes from the sky.These are nothing, what made him most angry was that Xi Jinhe also accepted the interview and came out to speak for him——

"It takes courage to follow the trajectory of one's dreams. As a senior, it's okay for me to help him with these small favors."

A little busy?I can go to yours.

Jiang Huai was so angry that he wanted to crush the remote control.His heir?Have you asked his opinion?His authentic apprentice is still living in a low-key manner!

It's just that there have been a lot of news about Xi Jinhe since the Chinese New Year this year. Some people say that his title of "President" won't last long, and he will be promoted to general manager soon.The Xi family has been in business for generations and has a great reputation. Xi Jinhe has dabbled in completely different fields, but he has become a leader in the art world.Because of his bold revision, in the era of flooded electronic information, everyone will still hold a copy, which is the flagship magazine "Time" under Xi Jinhe Changfeng Club.What's more, he has far more than this one thing.

Xi Jinhe is four or four in his thirties, and he maintains his figure like an eighteen-year-old man in his prime, and he is not ambiguous at all where he should be strong.Jianghuai has never been able to get a little advantage in sex and affairs, and he has to be controlled and exploited by others in his work, and he is extremely aggrieved.

Downton's studio is affiliated to Changfeng Club. In addition to the work of the magazine, he also accepts large and small domestic and foreign films on weekdays.JAC's style has always been unexpected, each one has a blockbuster effect, the price is expensive, but it is also worth the money.His fashion works seldom have something warm and sentimental, and the evaluations from the outside world are always mixed, but for his documentary photography and news photos, he said that no one dares to call the second in the whole country—the difference is too far up.

It seems that news and photography have been separated for a long time, and they have begun to become two unrelated things.The photo right serves as a supplement to the news, and the text is only a superficial description of the photo.The Chinese people have been ignoring the Pulitzer for decades. The moment JAC got on the podium, everyone thought that the times had changed.Unexpectedly, Jiang Huai announced his retirement before his thirties and said that he would never take a camera again, which seemed to mean what he said.

Cheng Xizhi, a boy who became a monk on the way, seemed to want to keep his word.

"Senior brother Xi said that his help with the studio is limited. You know a lot of people, can you help me?"

Jiang Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, and refused unequivocally: "No."

"Why not?"

"There's no reason, I'm not happy, okay?"

Cheng Xizhi looked at him for a while, pointed at the book in his hand and laughed: "You really regard Griffith as an idol? Most journalists who take Pulitzer don't like these half-adulterated things. They use war as a gimmick , too ridiculous."

That was Involved in Vietnam, author Philip Jones Griffiths designed the most influential and shocking book on the Vietnam War, for which he was even banned from Vietnam for a long time.Every time Jiang Huai looked at it, it was like enlightenment, and his whole body seemed to be dismantled and rebuilt.Maybe people always think that photography is the absolute truth, but on the contrary, photography is sometimes the most false information, it appears in front of you, maybe just to let you see what they want you to see.

"Are you okay? Get out of here."

"I have something to tell you."

Cheng Xizhi stood upright.He is wearing a white shirt and beige cropped pants today. It is true that he is talented in design, and his long legs are against the sky.He propped up the table with one hand, leaned down and smiled and frowned: "Since you're going to be blind, don't just stand in the latrine. I'll have the money if you want it. Is it inappropriate to pester others like this? Senior, you Say?"

Looking at him, Jiang Huai felt the blood flow in his whole body, and it was as cold as falling into a glacier on the winter solstice. The book "Involved in Vietnam" was randomly opened and spread on the table, black and white film photos, stillborn babies without limbs and eyes, twisted and twisted, shrinking and screaming.He waved Cheng Xizhi's face away and stood up, his eyes were sharp and scary: "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"

Cheng Xizhi froze for a moment and was about to speak, but was interrupted by him, "Don't worry too much, it's impossible for someone from Downton to tell you about this matter. Of course, it's even more impossible for Xi Jinhe."

"I……"

"Go back and hire a lawyer now, let the person who leaked my news clean his neck and count the money in the account for me to wait. Don't talk about Changfeng and the Xi family behind Xi Jinhe, my grandfather is still standing behind me Shao Qingming, my mother Shao Juan, and my teacher Ye Li, Tangton under me is not your little troublemaker Cang Lan. If I disagree, you will never even think about opening a photography studio in China in your life. Do you understand?"

Jiang Huai leaned close to Cheng Xizhi, watching his panicked expression being torn apart little by little, and finally he was surprised to find that there were inappropriate wrinkles faintly on that young and smooth face, like □□□□□□, which turned off his appetite.He froze for a couple of times and blinked his eyes, and those traces of wind and frost disappeared instantly, and he was still white and clean, his face was slightly pale, and he was about to cry.

Jiang Huai calmed down and retreated to the safe zone, deliberately ignoring the disdainful eyes around him and sniffling.

...Ah, I want to eat Auntie's braised pork ribs.

Jiang Huai stood up and went to put the book back on the original shelf, but Cheng Xizhi was nowhere to be seen when he came back.I don't know if he has already run to Xi Jinhe to complain... He carried his bag and borrowed a few more books, thinking wildly. As soon as he stepped out of the arched door of the library, Xi Jinhe's phone call arrived.

He rummaged through his bag for a long time, and when he saw Xi Jinhe's name, he cut it off without hesitation.A nameless anger rose slowly, this, this, this! 100% forced the palace to rebel!Although his main palace is the main palace of the agreement!But as long as he doesn't risk his life, the emperor will not easily replace him!If you want to change, you have to give money!

Jiang Huai's self-control is not very high, he will go crazy when he hears Xi Jinhe's voice, and he will die [-]% of the time.Thinking of not answering at all, it's done.

But Xi Jinhe didn't accept that at all, and the second phone call followed.Jiang Huai hesitated for a while, but still took it.

People have to bow their heads under the roof.

"Hey?"

"Where are you?" Xi Jinhe's deep and indifferent voice came, but he was actually very calm: "Contract No. 12: You can't go out without informing the other party; Article: You are not allowed to work if you are sick, and you need to report if you are on a business trip." Prepare."

Jiang Huai held up the phone, not understanding what President Xi was going to do by reciting this boring contract.

Xi Jinhe's voice sounded slowly, like an obsessive poison: "There are two consecutive violations of the law, write a [-]-word self-criticism and hand it over to me tonight."

"what?"

"A thousand words."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Jiang Huai was furious, and the words jumped out without going through his brain: "Didn't I just say a few words to him, without a word of swearing! Xi Jinhe, are you going too far? Just know how to give yourself The old fox with a little love..."

In a place where Jiang Huai could not see, Xi Jinhe narrowed his eyes slightly, ready to go: "You say it again?"

"One thousand characters, handwritten. You stand still, and I will ask Hongli to pick you up." As soon as the words finished, Xi Jinhe hung up the phone.

Jianghuai held up his mobile phone and remained silent, okay, a 27-year-old has to write a review letter, and Party A is really not easy to mess with these days.He was waiting at the door of the library with a book in his arms and a beige cross-body bag on his back. A gust of wind hit him, almost knocking him over.