Ye Ye Zhiqiu

Tong Qiu got off the stage in a daze, and returned to his seat in a daze.

"You sang very well." Han Ye'an came over with a glass of juice and put the glass in front of her.

"It's okay..." Tong Qiu looked up at Han Ye'an, dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" Han Ye'an asked.

"You look so pretty when you smile." Tong Qiu said with a smile, staring at her even more unscrupulously.

Han Ye'an pursed her lips slightly, and rubbed her head, "Didn't you sing it all just now?"

"I just wanted to tease you, because I haven't seen you laugh very much." Tong Qiu explained.Maybe there is also a reason why rare things are more expensive. If Han Ye'an smiled at her every day, it probably wouldn't be so... No, she must still think it looks good!

"En." Han Ye'an responded with his eyes bent, and someone shouted behind him, so he turned around and left.

Fu Lin leaned over while holding the cup, and asked her in a low voice, "Xiaoqiu is you..."

Han Ye'an turned to look at her with vigilant eyes, which made Fu Lin shut up unconsciously.This is too tight, right?

Han Ye'an turned around holding the glass and paused before leaving, "Sister."

younger sister!Sister with a different surname!Fu Lin suddenly regained her spirits. Sure enough, my piercing eyes were right. Thinking back to those doting eyes, that smile only for one person, what kind of variety show cp is cute? The real people around me are so sweet!

Autumn is always desolate and quiet, especially in Ling'an, a city whose city tree is the plane tree.

The weather was getting shorter, and it was only after five o'clock when the two walked back. The sky was already dark, and the bare branches of the sycamore tree were staggered above their heads, and the light was separated into pieces on the fallen leaves on the ground.

Tong Qiu was carrying the guitar and stepped on the leaves with his head bowed. Han Ye'an followed her slowly. When she didn't speak, Han Ye'an didn't speak. On the path with few pedestrians, there was only the sound of dry fallen leaves being crushed.

Obviously there was no topic or interesting thing, Tong Qiu just felt very happy, the corners of his mouth never fell.

"Han Yean." She called.

"Ah."

"Why do you like photography?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"Probably... because the beauty seen from the camera is much purer than itself, that is..." Han Ye'an described it with some effort, "Only that moment, the moment I recorded, is related to their past and future. It doesn't matter, just leave that moment, the moment that belongs to me."

Tong Qiu didn't quite understand.When he looked up, he was targeted by the camera, and there was a click, and the sound of leaves breaking under his feet sounded at the same time.

"What about me?" She stepped closer to the camera, "Do you think I look good at this moment, or at the last moment?"

Han Ye'an pressed the shutter with a smile, and looked at the bright eyes of the person in front of him from the viewfinder: "It's every moment you are in my eyes."

Across the lens, Tong Qiu couldn't see Han Ye'an's expression, but he could imagine the warmth in those eyes.

Han Ye'an, Han Ye'an, whoever said she was cold, should slap her!

On Sunday night, Fu Lin asked for leave with her boss, she and Han Ye'an.

"See you here tomorrow, at 08:30 in the morning, don't be late!" Before leaving, Fu Linqian urged.

"Yes." Han Ye'an changed his clothes and nodded in agreement.

Although she still had no expression on her face, Fu Lin seemed to see a little nervousness in the silence, so she couldn't help but curved her lips and smiled.

Tong Qiu's performance was also today, but she wasn't worried at all, and sent a message to Han Ye'an as soon as she woke up in the morning.

Tong Qiu: Are you up? Are you up?Are you leaving?

Han Ye'an replied in seconds: Get up.still early.

Tong Qiu has gotten used to her way of speaking and understands instantly.

Tong Qiu: Don't be late!

Seeing that she was more nervous than himself, Han Ye'an sat in the yard and smiled, and the old lady came out and saw this scene, amazed.

"Xiao An is very happy recently, what's going on today?"

Han Ye'an got up and gave her the reclining chair, "Go out at noon."

The old lady nodded, "Don't you go out every day?"

"Go to Lingda, a... friend, take me to the class."

The old lady raised her head in surprise, her face full of joy, "Didn't you not want to before? Hey, when are you leaving? Don't be late, don't make people wait..."

"Okay." Han Ye'an squatted in front of her, "I won't be late."

Knowing that her granddaughter had plans of her own, the old lady calmed down and couldn't say anything more, so she just took her hand and patted it lovingly.

This is not the first time Han Ye'an came to Lingda. Her father brought her here when she was in junior high school. In order to let her daughter feel the university atmosphere, she worked hard for the entrance exam.But the effect was not obvious, and Han Ye'an barely responded.

But in fact, it’s not that I don’t feel nothing at all. As a student, how can I not imagine my college life?Even when I was young.

Feeling the tenseness of the people around her, Fu Lin suddenly felt a little sad.She comes from a wealthy family and has a smooth journey. She has a somewhat pampered personality, but when facing Han Ye'an, it is difficult to make trouble unreasonably, not only because of her coldness, but also because of her calm temperament that makes her admire her.

Her major has made her used to think about the things, scenery, objects, or people she sees with a deeper perspective. If you want to shoot a story, you have to see the story.In her eyes, Han Ye'an is a person with a lot of stories, what has he experienced.Will a 19-year-old girl be covered with traces of society?Stubborn and cold, firm and silent.

Maybe it's because of this that she is attracted to her. In addition to one-sided appreciation, she is also curious about her past experience.

However, actually sitting in the back row of the classroom, Han Ye'an was not so nervous or excited.Listening to the middle-aged man on the podium in front of him talking about something he already knew, he was even a little relieved.

Going to college or not, living in Qiushui Street or not, having money or not, it doesn’t seem to matter, it’s just a difference in lifestyle and life circumstances.Some people feel sorry for her, feel sorry for her, and think that she can live a better life, but in fact she doesn't have too much trouble.

Everyone has their own way to go and their own responsibilities to take on. She will feel tired, but she never thought of quitting. She will feel far away, but she will never stop here and not move forward because of this. , her heart is always ahead, and she has never flinched from those things that are pressing her down.

She knew that all she needed was time.

When the bell rang, Professor Zhang didn't walk out of the classroom immediately, but slowly packed up his things, and only looked back when people were almost gone.

Fu Lin patted Han Ye'an on the shoulder, motioning her to follow her.

Zhang Geng is a kind-faced middle-aged man, not tall, with a slightly fat body, he seems more friendly.

"This is the friend you mentioned?" He smiled and looked at Han Ye'an a little bit, and pushed his glasses, "You don't judge your ability by your appearance, do you?"

Hearing that he was joking, Han Ye'an didn't feel offended.

"Oh, professor," Fu Lin was obviously prepared for him, "how can you not believe me? I'll show you the photos she took..."

Han Ye'an turned to look at her, she never sent a photo to Fu Lin, how could she have?

Feeling her gaze, Fu Lin handed the phone to Zhang Geng, "Xiaoqiu sent it to me, and I just said a few words to her, really, I swear!"

Han Ye'an was neither surprised nor angry, and was even more puzzled by Fu Lin's strange desire to survive, so he turned his eyes flatly.

After reading the photos, Zhang Geng asked, "Have you ever participated in a photography competition? What name did you use?"

Fu Lin also turned to look at her.

"R." Han Ye'an spat out a sound.This name was chosen randomly at the beginning.

But it was this sound that made Fu Lin almost vomit blood, "You are R!"

Zhang Geng exhaled slowly, and nodded with a smile. "I just said, this feels very similar. But you," he pointed at Fu Lin and nodded her head, "you have studied her for so long, but you didn't recognize him."

Han Ye'an was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Geng signaled Fu Lin to speak.Fu Lin took a deep breath and looked at her: "The figure photography competition in the Y.C China division last year, do you remember who was second?"

Y·C is a well-known fashion magazine in Country Z. The photography competition held was very large. Han Ye'an didn't know about it at the time, but happened to see the promotion in a magazine in the library, so he went to try it.

There was a reason why Fu Lin asked her who was second, because she was the second, and the first was R., the master who won the championship of the Chinese competition in one fell swoop but retired halfway.

In fact, the reason for Han Ye'an's withdrawal is very simple, he doesn't understand the game, and he wants to get the bonus faster.She was only 17 years old at the time, but she had already started to work several jobs every day. There was a grandmother to take care of her at home, and people came to collect debts every day, and the competition stipulated that the prize money would be called to the players after the competition. Han Ye'an couldn't wait, and even doubted However, the advertisement I saw by accident was simply deceiving, so I withdrew from the competition.That money solved her urgent need, but she also had to give up the competition after that.

Later, when I got to know Y·C, I also felt sorry, but the regret didn't last long and was covered by all kinds of troubles in life.

At this time, she cleared her throat, feeling a little embarrassed, "I don't remember."

Fu Lin's expectant eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Aren't you curious about your opponent at all?" R., who suddenly withdrew from the competition at the time, caused a lot of trouble, just saying that Fu Lin kept putting the opponent Worship as a god.Because the Y·C photography competition held every three years was once the most embarrassing in the industry, many people speculated that R. withdrew from the competition because of his contempt for money.Therefore, Fu Lin has been in various international photography forums all year round, and has followed many film festivals, but she has never seen each other again.

"I didn't know that the game was so formal at the time. I just tried it out. Later, they contacted me and said that they would go abroad later. I thought it was a liar, so I withdrew." Not only did I withdraw, but also blocked the organizer. It was only after receiving the remittance that she realized that she had misunderstood someone, but at that time she had already changed her number and lost her contact information, so there was no follow-up.

It was the first time I heard Han Ye'an say so much, but Fu Lin was not happy at all, "Are you explaining so much to make up for the respect you have neglected for your opponent?"

Zhang Geng smiled even more happily.

"No, it's out of respect for the teacher." Han Ye'an explained.

Fu Lin: "..."

Students from the next class came in one after another in the classroom, so the three of them went out, walking and chatting on the campus path.

"I never thought about working in photography-related work in the past? With your strength, you will definitely break through the world." Zhang Geng said.

"My family cannot be separated from people." A full-time photographer will inevitably have to run around. Grandma is not in good health and the family situation is complicated. She can't let go of her heart and leave.

That's why they rejected Fu Lin's proposal so much before.The pressure of both life and dreams sometimes makes her breathless. No matter how she looks at the current situation, she can't understand it. Before she comes up with a plan, she just wants to be an ostrich.

Very cowardly.

Her calm tone made the two people on the side a little disappointed. Fu Lin couldn't hold her breath, and clenched her fists bitterly.

"There will always be a day when the clouds will open and the moon will shine." Zhang Geng put his hands behind his back, still smiling.

"En." Han Ye'an replied solemnly and sincerely.

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coming!Sister An will change her hair color tomorrow.