give you a soft spot

The location of this event is distributed in the north, central and south, and the expansion of important cities is selected, plus the rush and half-way turnover is tentatively scheduled to be half a month.

Jiming and Peng Jing are in charge of the northern part. They have studied and worked there and are familiar with everything.

Bi Gong and Li Xi are in charge of the middle part. Bi Gong has a noodle shop there, and he often walks back and forth.

Xie Xia and I are in charge of the southern part, apart from Xie Xia's hometown, there is also Xi Zhuo filming there.

Model statistics require 24 people, and each of the three parties will bring eight people.

Most of them are local college students who study dance and performance. Their wages are settled daily, and travel expenses, board and lodging are reimbursed when they go out.

That's what Jiming and I spent a whole week selecting from the resumes submitted to graphic models and conducting interviews one by one.

These young people thought they were just coming to the studio to take static photos, but they didn’t expect to travel far. Most of them were afraid that we were liars and finally chose to give up.

In the end, there were only 16 people who were completely willing to take part in this novelty trip while holding money.

In contrast, the photographer Xie Xia was in charge of was particularly smooth. He went to university in this city and kept in touch with his friends in the photography club. After explaining the matter, he basically called all the former members of the club.

As for the clothes that were taken out, there were a few pieces with complicated styles that needed to be specially made, which were repeatedly processed by the garment factory, and they were finally formed after many times of communication and returned to the factory twice.

Seeing that the departure was imminent, there was still no progress on the model side.

Everyone decided to divide the number of people equally. I did not agree. All the collocations are fixed. If one person is missing, there will be one less display. If it does not match the expected effect, it will follow the old path of being irresponsible for the plan.

Three days before departure, I sent everyone involved back to rest and rack their brains for ideas to solve the modeling problem.

I never thought that one day I would take the initiative to contact Ji Yikuan, whom I defined as a dewy friend.

He was also very surprised, when he heard it was me, he smiled lightly and said, "What are you busy with, come out and have a drink together when you have time."

I smiled: "I didn't ask you to drink."

The other side of the phone said boldly: "Then tell me what's going on."

"I'm here to ask if you're rich or not?"

Ji Yikuan laughed loudly: "Of course I earn, there is no reason not to earn."

I want Ji Yikuan to find seven more models who usually go out with him to participate in our project with him, and the price is up to him.

The reason why he has to set the price himself is because the chances of winning the negotiation are high. They are my last hope. If the appointment fails, the plan must be changed.

This kid was very happy, and he didn't delve into the price. After asking about the time and arrangement, he agreed immediately.

"At that time, the person in charge on my side will be a young couple. Please communicate the specific situation in detail, and I will give you their contact information in advance."

He smiled and said, "Remember to buy us a drink afterwards."

"must."

On the afternoon of April 4, we set off separately.

The other two teams are going north, and my team is going south.

I was traveling with two makeup artists, three photographers, and eight models, and I brought six large trolley suitcases just for shooting clothes.

I kept in touch with Bi Gong and Jiming along the way. I didn't seem worried, but I was seriously anxious in my heart, and I couldn't be sure if this move would be useless.

But there is no arrow to turn back when you open the bow, so you can only bite the bullet and look forward.

Those college students all call me Brother Cheng. I'm not two years younger than them. I have a lot to say and won't feel bored.

Two of the girls are Yi Wan Si Nian's sister fans, and their words always reveal their praise and support for the four handsome boys.

Hearing that they called Yan Yiyun 3Y's younger brother, I asked why.

One replied to me, "His initials in pinyin are three Ys, so everyone gave him such a pet name."

Another curious person turned his head and asked me if I was chasing stars.

I laughed and said nothing, I couldn't tell her that I was pretty good in the star chasing world, after all my idol was in a relationship with me.

When I think of Xi Zhuo, my thoughts are out of control, but fortunately, I am getting closer and closer to him.

He texted me the name of his hotel and room number with the time slot he might be in and told me to call him when I got there.

On the night of arriving at the destination, I was not in a hurry to find him who had a night scene, but settled down with the entourage and roughly set out the places where the scene will be filmed in the next few days.

Thanks to the previous exposure to these trivial matters when I was a clothing assistant, I handled them in an orderly manner.

It was after ten o'clock in the evening that I ran from my hotel to the other side of the city.

After taking the subway to the end, I took a taxi to the downstairs of the hotel where Xi Zhuo lived.

I called him, but he didn't answer at first, so I wandered around downstairs in the hotel.The city is nearly ten degrees hotter than ours, so I took off my hat and held it in my hand as a fan.

About 10 minutes later, Xi Zhuo's phone call came in after he was bitten by mosquitoes on his arms and legs a few times.

"I was taking a shower just now, I didn't see your phone, are you here?"

I hummed and walked towards the hotel: "Wait for me, go up soon."

In order to avoid bumping into acquaintances in the elevator, I chose to climb the stairs. Fortunately, there are only six floors.

When the fifth floor was transitioning to the sixth floor, I looked up and saw two familiar figures. I almost went forward to call for someone, but I immediately stopped and backed away.

I actually saw Xiaoyou kiss He Xiu on the side of the cheek, turned around and trotted into the corridor.

He Xiu leaned out half of his body and looked at it for a while, then put his hands in his trouser pockets and continued to climb the stairs.

I stood there against the wall and waited until the sound of He Xiu's footsteps disappeared completely before quickly entering the corridor on the sixth floor.

Regardless of their relationship, I am very happy for their development. My old friends are all well in the days when I am away, but I am only sorry that I can't show up to say hello and give a long-lost hug.

I turned around like a thief and walked to the door of Xi Zhuo's room. Before my fingers touched the door, the door opened, and the hand inside pulled me in vigorously.

In the still dark room, the person holding me, his hair was still dripping water, two drops fell on my shoulder, cool.

I joked, "I thought you were crying when you saw me."

Xi Zhuo put one arm around my waist and locked the door quickly with the other, and then whispered in my ear, "I haven't finished washing, do you want to come together?"

I walked in with him and asked, "You don't even turn on the light when you take a shower?"

Xi Zhuo carefully pulled me away: "I don't like turning on the lights at night."

I held his hand tightly: "Then what do you like to think about in the dark?"

He pulled me into the bathroom, and suddenly I almost slipped when I touched the wet and slippery floor. He protected me and leaned over to kiss my forehead with a chuckle: "I used to think a lot, but then I only thought about you."

After his eyes adapted to the darkness, he could see the person in front of him clearly. This handsome man must have been more than a death sentence.

I put my arms around his neck, and the sound I made was like talking in sleep.

"Brother Zhuo, I miss you."