Ye Ye Zhiqiu

Han Ye'an sent a group of pictures to the magazine's submission mailbox, got up and took his hat to go out.

She took half a day off from the cafe today to take pictures for an online store.

The photo location chosen by the store is relatively remote, and the taxi fare is not reimbursed. When I arrived, the other party asked me why I came so late.

Han Ye'an ignored him, with the same indifference on his face, "When will it start?"

The boss is a girl in her early twenties, her face with exquisite makeup is almost pulled to the center of the earth, "I will start now, what time is it, if I don't take pictures, it will be dark, I heard that there will be people who will use it later The venue. If you hadn't come late, it would have been finished long ago."

Han Ye'an still didn't speak, not because she was cowardly, but simply because she didn't want to waste energy on such a thing. She had heard so many uglier things than this before, and she didn't care at all.

Take money to work, and don't listen to anything else.

The model was still obedient, and followed Han Ye'an's short instructions, posing without being impatient.

The model and Han Ye'an were a little tired after taking a group of pictures, and another wave of people who took pictures also came.The boss was still looking at the picture on the computer beside him, frowning as if dissatisfied.

Han Ye'an packed up his things and walked over, "The filming is over, and the final payment will be settled."

Hearing this, the young boss threw the mouse and leaned on the back of the chair, the obvious meaning of relying on wages couldn't be more obvious. "I am not satisfied with this group of pictures, very dissatisfied, and I will not settle the final payment."

Han Ye'an stared at her, his eyes gradually became cold.

The young woman met her eyes suddenly, and felt a chill on her back. Her momentum weakened, but her determination to rely on money remained undiminished, so she increased her volume: "If you don't give it, you won't give it. This picture was taken like this. , do you have the nerve to let me finish the payment?"

Han Ye'an sneered, and just as he was about to speak, another female voice came from beside him: "Hey, it's been so many years, it's amazing that there are still such blatant renegades!"

The voice was far away, but because it was deliberately raised without reducing the irony in it, Han Ye'an turned his head and saw Fu Lin.

Seeing her looking over, the other party simply raised his legs and walked over, walked behind the young boss, glanced at the picture on the computer, and after a moment of daze, he got up and hugged the woman, looking down at the woman, "You really have a big face!" , This is called a bad shot, I really admire your eyes, did you cut your eyelids and cut your eyeballs? I’m afraid you are not pretending to be half-blind?"

Han Ye'an was a little confused by her sudden fighting power.

When the young boss saw someone tearing things up, she jumped up immediately. Facing Fu Lin, she was not weak at all, "Who are you? My store, my clothes, if I say it's wrong, it's wrong, if I say it's wrong, I won't do it, Can you control it!"

The quarrel here attracted the attention of many passers-by. Han Ye'an glanced at the two people, walked to the computer, neatly deleted the saved photos, took the deposit from the other party's previous payment, and got up.

"Walk……"

"Let me tell you, she is from the Photography Department of Lingda University. She is one of our professor's favorite students. If you have time, go get your eyes treated. Oh, I forgot. It takes so much money.”

Han Ye'an wanted Fu Lin to stop arguing, but when she heard her speak, she swallowed the last half of the sentence abruptly, and tightened her fingers.

Fu Lin didn't notice her emotions, and focused on arguing with the young woman until the other party was speechless, then took two steps across, raised her hand and put Han Ye'an on the shoulder, "I tell you, as a businessman, You must pay attention to integrity, conduct yourself, and pay attention to conscience. If you are like this, I advise you to go home and farm as soon as possible, or you will go bankrupt sooner or later!"

The young boss was scolded and cried, and now the photos were gone, and he was humiliated, and he didn't care about anything else. He was at a loss for a while, and didn't care about Han Ye'an anymore.

"Why don't you talk, she is so shameless, you have to go back..." Fu Lin took her to her work place, with a look of hatred on her face.

"You don't need to worry about it." Han Ye'an patted her hand away and walked away.

Fu Lin didn't stop her, but just said before she walked out of sight: "Do you want to visit our department? Our professor is very famous!"

Han Ye'an paused, and looked back at her, his eyes were obscured by the brim of his hat.

Fu Lin shrugged at her, "I'm serious, the teacher is very nice, I'll take you to class." What the colleague said that day gave Fu Lin some guesses, and now it seems that she guessed right.

Having a passion is not the same as being proficient in skills. A skilled photographer may be able to take a perfect photo, but there is no way to make a photo really come alive.

In the photos taken by Han Ye'an, Fu Lin saw the kind of light that the professor said, even if it was only in the photos of clothes taken for a small online store for 500 yuan.

No one can be disrespected, especially those with dreams.

The other party finally turned around and left. Fu Lin was a little disappointed, but she didn't say anything more. Han Ye'an separated herself from the people around her, and she couldn't touch even a single bit of the other party's inside.

But what she didn't know was that Han Ye'an's heart beat like a drum when he turned around.It was like a person walking in the desert saw an oasis, and she was about to run over it, but stopped abruptly.

I am afraid that it is a mirage, and I am afraid that I will linger there and forget to come back. It is better not to go there. If you don’t touch it, you won’t be addicted.

She knows how expensive the hobby of photography is. Now she buys this camera with the idea of ​​making money for money. If she learns it seriously, she can't afford it at all.

Forget it.

Seeing her granddaughter coming home, the old lady greeted happily: "Come here, Xiao An, I made braised pork today, hurry up and serve the meal."

"Okay." Han Ye'an agreed, and entered the kitchen behind her.

The old lady knew that her granddaughter was in a bad mood, so she kept picking up food for her during meals, "Xiao An, eat more."

"You can eat too." Han Ye'an gave her a chopstick of vegetables.

The old lady smiled, finished her meal slowly, and looked at her lovingly.

"Unhappy today?"

Han Ye'an lowered her eyes, thinking whether to tell her, but grandma's eyes were too firm, she still told the matter.

In life, strength, luck and optimism always have to account for one to survive, but only those who have all three can live happily.

She has only a little bit of strength.Maybe there was still a little bit of luck, at least she found Xiaoqiu.But these are far from enough to make her live well.She is actually very tired, very tired every day, but there is no way.

The old lady touched her granddaughter's head, her voice was gentle and soft: "Others have what others have, we, Xiaoan, will have them one by one in the future, some things can't just be watched, just thought about, grandma hopes so much, you treat your dreams as those debts ,Do you know what I mean?"

Han Yean looked up at her.

"The debt will be paid off one day. Don't take this as a goal in life. It's okay to divide your mind and energy into the things you like."

Han Ye'an has been silent and self-disciplined since she was a child, unlike her parents at all. This characteristic became more obvious after she was found.Ever since her son and daughter-in-law had an accident, the old lady saw that she had put all the burdens on herself, and felt distressed but could not persuade her, so she could only sigh.

Han Ye'an was silent for a while, then nodded sullenly, and said in a hoarse voice that he hadn't expected: "Okay." The feeling of someone behind her made me feel at ease.

"I knew that Xiao An was the most obedient." The old lady smiled, "Are you going to see Xiao Qiu today?"

"Yeah." Han Ye'an raised his head with a faint smile in the corner of his eyes.

"I made some red bean cakes in the morning, and I'll take some with me when I leave." She thought for a while and then instructed: "As a sister, you should be more caring and gentle, and don't always have a cold face, you know?"

"I know." Han Ye'an agreed, while packing up the bowls and chopsticks.

Recently, Tong Qiu is very excited every day when school is about to leave, and he will deliberately go through the events of the day in his mind, pick out the most interesting ones, and save them for Han Ye'an to listen to.

"Tong Qiu!" A piece of chalk made a swish, piercing through the air and struck right between the eyebrows.

"Teacher!" Tong Qiu reacted very quickly and pushed away the chair to stand up, very obedient.

"Let's silently write about the functional groups."

"What... what group?" Tong Qiu lowered his head, eager to poke the shoulder of his deskmate.

Wang Qi wanted to bury his head in the ground, "I don't know how, don't ask me..."

There was no other way, Tong Qiu bit the bullet and went to bed, and then was detained alone.

Han Ye'an waited under the stop sign until the flow of people cleared up, but there was still no one.

Campus Road and the school have the same schedule, and the busiest time is when students leave school. After the peak period, the lights will be turned off in every house, and only the street lights will be left on in a short while.

The weather was getting colder, but fortunately Han Ye'an was put on a coat by his grandma when he went out, so it wasn't too cold at this time.

The fallen leaves gradually piled up at her feet. She sat down and stared at the school gate directly opposite in a daze.

At ten o'clock, the blue figure finally appeared.

The camera was raised almost reflexively, frame by frame, gradually approaching, gradually clear.

"I was left behind by the teacher, I'm sorry..." Tong Qiu ran all the way down, panting to explain to her.

"It's okay." Han Ye'an pulled her wrist and asked her to sit down, "Take a break."

"Yeah." Tong Qiu smiled, "I thought you were gone, but I didn't expect you to still be here."

Han Ye'an froze for a moment.She was waiting here just now, but she had never thought that Tong Qiu might leave first, and even subconsciously felt that she should wait for her, and felt that Tong Qiu would know this too.

But it's not, Yu Tongqiu is just a slightly familiar stranger now.

A little down.

"I said I'll wait for you." She said.

Tong Qiu turned around, "But what if I leave first? Didn't you wait for nothing?"

"I don't think you will be like this, so I won't be like this either. I will pick you up every day in the future, and you will remember when you get used to it."

This was the first time Han Ye'an said so many words, Tong Qiu felt that it was very novel, but he really didn't understand, so he humbly asked for advice: "Remember what?"

"Remember, I will wait here all the time, so don't worry, don't run, I will be there anytime late."

The night lights are pale, the streets are quiet, the yellow sycamore leaves are stained with water, sticking to the feet, and on the bench with a layer of color worn away, the girl wearing a peaked cap looks sideways at the people around her, and every word she speaks It all makes sense.

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