Fever

I let the smoke spread in the room by myself, and my brain was full of some delicate ideas.For example, the young female designer, for example, her exquisite embroidery combined with the grotesque Slavic models, what kind of stage effects and music to use, and even what kind of capture angles can make everything perfect.I thought about it seriously, and I didn't even realize that the soot fell on the ground.Until the dark room was forcibly cut open, the subtle but strong light came in directly through the open door, which immediately made me a little annoyed. Looking back, Isa leaned against the door with a half-smile expression, I looked up Take a look, Alfred.

What a faux pas.

So I narrowed my eyes and warned him, "I think Isa should tell you, don't bother me, don't you understand English?"

"Are you committing suicide?" He strode over, pulled open the curtain forcefully, and with a bang, all the dim light from outside flooded in.I frowned, and put out the cigarette.

"It's almost the same, Alfred, can you go out now? Then I can still forgive you."

I used please, but he ignored it. Instead, he looked down at the ashes and lighters on the floor, and then reached out to touch my pocket.I knocked off his hand with a cold face, and told him word by word that this was a violation of human rights. He took out one, and then nodded it calmly.

I just realized that he also smokes.

"It's time for you to get rid of your bad habits," said Alfred, and I squinted at him and asked, "What right do you have to interfere?"

"So you created it like this?" He again, yes, ignored my opinion again, "It's no different from being in prison."

I looked at him, and he also stared at me unreservedly. Isa stood behind, her shadow was dragged obliquely, like a dividing line separating me from Alfred.I really wanted to ask him why he interfered with this, it had nothing to do with him, so I snatched his cigarette back and said Fuxkout to him hard, he was confused by my sudden swearing A little dazed, I guessed his reaction afterwards-I guessed it, and it turned out that I was not wrong.

He'll fix everything with a rough kiss, but I'm not a woman.Actions against women are more effective than words, but they backfired on me, and I felt a sense of repulsion within me, which had a huge catalytic effect not on Alfred, but on my own state.I looked at him coldly all the time, and then he said to me that it really doesn't matter.

I thought it was a fight, maybe.Alfred left again, but before that he said, I will go to the shooting set with you tomorrow, and the photographer was temporarily replaced by him.I remembered that it was the Slavic woman who was involved in the filming, Alfred and her, and I shuddered for a moment.

After he left, I still closed the curtains, and then kicked the cigarette butts away on the ground with my feet.I was lying on the bed in a daze, and I could see the grotesque color blocks spinning in front of my eyes just by closing my eyes.In this world of splashing colors, I am always ready to capture, after all, this is my kingdom, let me rule and not let others dictate, and Alfred also has his world, everything is perfect except me , I am also the same, he is just the light that has just leaked in, and he is nothing after closing the door.

Isa told me when she was tying her hair that recently the Internet gave me a new nickname called BADBOY, bad boy.I think it might be because of the Vogue interview. I still remember Alexandra kindly asking me what is the design concept that I am most satisfied with.

"I have good news for you," she shook her hair, and her golden tassel-like earrings jingled, "That website has a high hit rate, maybe the next vogue spread will find you."

"Highland Rape doesn't really look like me, does it?" I asked her back, laughing, and she looked at me, then replied softly, "Hey, you look like a rebel from England."

I am noncommittal.Isa hums and says she doesn't understand me, when in fact I'm just restless and irritable.England's atrocities themselves are not what I want to expose, I'm using it to cover something deeper, wrapping it in a pretentious wrapper, which is a nice smokescreen.I suddenly remembered the poem, my loneliness is a garden.

"Al will be here." She reminded me intentionally. "I won't go this afternoon. I have to meet the young Swiss girl."

I suddenly feel bad.This situation seemed a bit difficult to deal with. I guess Isa did it on purpose. She winked at me and buckled her watch.

This is a November rose.Nostalgic for gloom and paleness, blooming in the dark.

Natalia, a young Slavic female model, always looks cold. She hardly ever smiles. Out of courtesy, she nodded slightly at me and shook hands. Her hands are also cold, which is similar to the Eastern European women I imagined. Subtle fit.Her long snow-white hair reminded me of a gray rose in the haze. Her facial features are very three-dimensional. When I flipped through the previous photos, the close-up photos of her face will bring out her advantages to the extreme. It is more suitable for high-end fashion, such as Italian vogue and Gianfranco Ferre*, those capable but not lacking in graceful lines will set off her temperament perfectly.Alfred had arrived early, and he was surprisingly professional.The studio was very warm, so he was only wearing a T-shirt, tied at the waist, and a pair of very ordinary running shoes, and it was the first time I saw him work, and I was slightly surprised by all this.

He noticed me, but for a moment I remembered our quarrel yesterday evening, although it was very brief and inexplicable, it still made me feel a little embarrassed.Alfred came up to me and greeted me, very ordinary greetings. The design director of Essentials* was a little surprised that we knew each other, he patted me on the shoulder with a smile, and shook my cold hand with lightning speed as he left.

"How many cigarettes have you smoked again?" He said softly at the end, and then let go of his hand. Before I could answer, he waved to the director and the busy equipment staff, and turned back to adjust the lights.I automatically took the sentence just now as a warning, and then quietly emphasized the effect of the makeup with the makeup artist.Naturally, I put all my focus on Natalia, and the other young models looked a little terrified and respectful, and I signaled to my assistant to start trimming their hair.

I didn't say a word to Alfred during that time, I tried to avoid making eye contact with him.I unconsciously wanted to touch the lighter, but suddenly realized that this is a studio.So I endured it temporarily, standing in the corner and giving advice to the makeup artist.Natalia's makeup works better than I imagined. Smoky makeup is always suitable for deep eyes. At my request, her bangs were fixed behind, revealing her white forehead.She was very quiet, and her eyes just stared at me indifferently.

"...Wonderful." I murmured, and then motioned for her to change clothes.I think I seem to have figured out something, and when she comes out, I can't help but applaud my design.This black imitation court is really difficult to control, and Natalia's loose hair is tied in a high crown, and she looks dignified like a noble girl.But I can capture her underlying emotions, and I believe I am perceptive.

I heard Alfred also let out an exclamation.It made me feel inexplicably brighter. "Get in front of the camera," I said to her. "It looks beautiful."

When the lights came down, it was like a magic trick was ready to be performed, which also turned on my compulsion mechanism.She is beautiful, there is no doubt about it, but what is frustrating is that she still can't express the effect I want, and she is too reserved and indifferent from beginning to end.I kept yelling at her, "RAPE! YOUKNOW? RAPE! Express this feeling!" She kept silent to cater to this artistic effect, but the result was still unsatisfactory.My voice was hoarse, and Alfred was standing in front of the camera, gulping water, and my throat was on fire.

"Very good, you did a good job," I took the water glass and walked to Natalia and said, "You are very decent, you are a noble lady at this time, and you are taking a nap at home, but suddenly you saw the enemy soldier coming from Walking under the balcony, their flags are still stained with blood..." I looked at her, and asked seriously, "Do you understand?"

"It's... facing death, right?" She finally spoke, trying to explain her understanding to me. I was satisfied with the answer, so I gestured to the camera and turned to look at her. She watched I, I said, "Are you ready?"

She nodded.I turned and left, and she also stood up, but at this moment I suddenly stopped and made a sudden movement of splashing water, Natalia staggered unpreparedly, her eyes widened in shock, at that moment Expression - yes, it was the expression at this moment, I couldn't help clenching my fist.

I heard Alfred also cheering, "OHGOD! PREFECT!" I looked back at him, he had stood up, and the expression on his face told me that he had captured a successful work.I shook the glass to tell Natalia it was empty, and she relaxed, then gave me a nasty look.

I suddenly realized that she was still a very young girl.After that, the photo shoot became much smoother, although she still stares at me in her free time, which makes me feel dumbfounded.I still didn't drink any water, and my throat was on fire, but so far I kept my lips tightly shut and didn't say any more.Natalia had put on a tattered dress, spotted as if it had corroded the edges.Her gorgeous red lips seemed to be smeared with blood, and I could feel the sense of despair after the atrocities—this seemed very real at this moment.

I seem to be standing in front of a new monument, and she is a white rose in full bloom.She blooms quietly in the late dead park, and I smoke silently, everything is silent.