I'm your little girl

Jiang Xun and Wei Siqi walked to the playground together.

Wei Siqi walked to a corner and put down her schoolbag: "Let's take a slow walk today."

"Not running?"

"After running, I sweat all over and have to take a shower, and walking slowly is also exercise."

Probably because it was too hot, there was no one on the playground tonight, Jiang Xun and Wei Siqi walked slowly around the track, the street lights were dimly lit, and the shadows of the two on the ground overlapped into an infinitely elongated stretch.

The surroundings were too quiet, only the rustling sound of unknown insects in the grass, and a few shouts from the teaching building in the distance, and the rest was only the sound of breathing.

Jiang Xun took a few deep breaths: "Siqi, when are we going?"

The atmosphere is so good, Jiang Xun hopes to keep going like this.She quietly tightened the arms they held, and pulled the distance between them.

Wei Siqi probably didn't notice her little tricks, right?

Jiang Xun raised his eyes, not wanting to bump into his black pupils.

The eyes are like a crescent moon, containing water waves, and a figure——Jiang Xun is clearly reflected in it.

Wei Siqi looked at Jiang Xun quietly, but her hands kept moving—she let go of their hands and grabbed Jiang Xun's wrist with her backhand.

Just hold hands like this? !

Jiang Xun took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

No no no, it's normal for girls to hold hands, calm down, calm down.

Wei Siqi's voice came faintly: "Walking two more laps, what kind of exercise is just walking for a while?"

The two walked hand in hand for two more laps. Jiang Xun looked down at the shadows of the two on the ground, his heart pounding: "You will be graduating soon. Is there anything else you haven't done?"

Wei Siqi tilted her head to look over, a strand of hair fell from her forehead and blocked her eyes: "There is one thing, but I think I can wait."

"Really?" Jiang Xun swallowed, "They all said that it's not youthful if they don't fall in love in high school."

"You want to fall in love?"

"No...uh...how should I put it?" The night was so clear that Jiang Xun could clearly see Wei Siqi's black pupils like faint flames, and his blushing face was clearly reflected in them, "I want to talk...but that people……"

Jiang Xun slowly approached Wei Siqi as if bewitched, and stretched out his hand to twist her fallen hair and pin it behind her ear: "It seems difficult to achieve..."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Jiang Xun almost forgot to breathe.

Does Wei Siqi really know what she means?

She worked so hard to get close to her, cared about her every movement, and cherished every moment with her... Has Wei Siqi discovered her heart?

Wei Siqi looked at Jiang Xun fixedly: "Brother Xun, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Xun's teeth chattered: "Yes... yes..."

I'm confessing to you, why can't I say it.

I like you, why am I stuck and can't say it?

The bell rang to announce the closing of the dormitory area, and the air seemed to be sucked out of the quiet surroundings. The insects in the grass did not chirp, there were no late students fighting in the teaching building, and there was no sound of breathing.

There was no one, only Jiang Xun and Wei Siqi here.

Jiang Xun suddenly grabbed Wei Siqi, closed his eyes without hesitation, relied on his height advantage, and bumped his head towards Wei Siqi——

Jiang Xun's lips touched Wei Siqi's forehead.The hair between her foreheads touched the tip of Jiang Xun's nose, exuding the fragrance of orchids.

"Wei Siqi, I like you."

Jiang Xun squeezed out these words from his throat, the volume was so low that it could be ignored.

Wei Siqi stood on tiptoe and put her lips on Jiang Xun's ear: "What a coincidence, so do I."

***

Jiang Xun sat on a chair, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at the person who suddenly appeared at her door——

Wei Siqi.

Jiang Xun: "So, why are you here?"

"Rent a house." Wei Siqi raised the contract in his hand, "Didn't you want to see the landlord?"

Jiang Xun: "I don't want to rent it anymore."

Wei Siqi: "Why not?"

Jiang Xun replied without thinking, "Because the landlord is you."

Wei Siqi was taken aback, and said, "Don't you want to see my sincerity?"

Jiang Xun: "I regret it. I don't want to get involved with you anymore."

"..." Wei Siqi paused, obviously didn't expect Jiang Xun to backtrack, she thought for a while, and said, "My side is closer to Yinhua, you can sleep more in the morning, and it's not expensive." It's a good deal, very good In line with your living habits.

Jiang Xun said coldly: "As long as the landlord is you, you don't have to talk about it, understand?" She got up and chased away, "I have no water or tea here to entertain you, you can go."

Wei Siqi was pushed out of the door by her, a little helpless: "Brother Xun, I really don't understand, you obviously don't have feelings for me, do you?" She took Jiang Xun's hand, "Why didn't you accept me? We broke up, and I don't think I did anything wrong."

Jiang Xun threw her away: "Wrong, your biggest mistake was going abroad, there is no need to talk about it."

With a "bang", the door was closed.

Wei Siqi: "..."

After breaking up, what happened to Jiang Xun?

Thinking of this, Wei Siqi's eyes gradually darkened.

Chen Xiangyang didn't know everything, and Jiang Xun didn't want to say anything.

She looked up at the closed door in front of her eyes, and pursed her lips. She has never failed in what she decides, and the future will be long, Brother Xun.

What kind of experience is it like for an ex to cry and beg to get back together?

Jiang Xun typed the word "annoying", hesitated for a while, and then typed "sweet?" It was a very complicated experience.

It is a very refreshing experience to see her look like you must die or live, and then think about how she was like that back then.

However, if you still like the other party, but hesitate to agree, whether to reunite with each other or repeat the same mistakes, everything is unknown.

After clocking in at work, Jiang Xun arrived just in time.

Xu Yue stood beside the punch card machine, leaning at her: "It's ok, and I'm not late."

The official level crushes people to death.Although Xu Yue is not directly in charge of Jiang Xun, she is the editor-in-chief at the same level as Ye Ruiwen, and it is impossible for Jiang Xun to confront her directly.

Jiang Xun: "It's so early, you came here to arrest people yourself."

Xu Yue brushed her hair: "I can arrive early, why can't you? The previous lesson is not enough?"

Before Jiang Xun went abroad, he arrived at the studio just at the right time. It turned out that a famous model came to shoot that day. Seeing that the photographer was slower than him, he immediately lost his temper and wanted to put the burden on him.

Although it is said that this is the model, Jiang Xun is also partly responsible. After all, it is not the photographer who can start shooting immediately when he arrives at the studio, and has to check the equipment. This will waste a lot of time. The model Time was tight, and the brokerage company was also tough, so they released Jiang Xun's magazine's pigeons in a grand manner.

This incident made the entire magazine feel ashamed, and then the upper management began to issue orders to strictly investigate lateness.

Jiang Xun said in a low voice, "You are so free" and left quickly.

After sitting at the desk and doing some work, Jiang Xun was called by Ye Ruiwen.

Ye Ruiwen folded his hands behind his back: "I've agreed, Wei Siqi's cover is up to you."

Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows, no wonder Xu Yue had eyes and noses for her in the morning.

Ye Ruiwen glared at Jiang Xun, a little annoyed at her casual attitude: "I don't want to say more when you get stuck on this question, but you can change it if you get used to it. The translation work was not heavy before, and you are high-level and quick to learn. , I won’t say much.” He changed his tone and became more stern, “However, I hope you will pay attention to photography.”

Before Jiang Xun was a translator, he was stuck at work. This habit has not changed since high school and work.

Jiang Xun lowered his eyebrows, looking pleasing to the eye.

Ye Ruiwen turned on the computer and turned the monitor to face Jiang Xun. On it were photos taken by Jiang Xun. He set the photos to play automatically and went through them one by one. He asked, "Do you see any problems?"

Jiang Xun thought for a while, and chose a popular answer: "Skills need to be improved?"

"Wrong, it's not a question of your skills now." Ye Ruiwen clicked on several photos one after another, "Compare these few photos."

"..." Jiang Xun was silent for a long time, unable to explain why, some problems could not be seen by himself unless others pointed them out.

Ye Ruiwen took the glass of water, sat on the office chair and waited patiently. Jiang Xun looked at him for a long time and couldn't see anything, so he looked up at him expectantly.

Ye Ruiwen: "Art, no matter how you say it, requires talent. Everyone's understanding of beauty is different. I don't deny that when I first fell in love with you, I thought your aesthetics overlapped with mine very much."

Jiang Xun sat up straight.The circle of fashion photographers is not easy to enter, and Jiang Xun also entered by accident. Before that, her closest contact with art was Wei Siqi——

She has learned dance for many years and can also draw. Jiang Xun also learned a lot when she was with her.Jiang Xun's understanding of photography is just pressing the shutter button on her mobile phone. She doesn't like taking selfies, and she doesn't like to share photos of her life in social circles. She doesn't even talk about photography as a hobby.

Ye Ruiwen nodded and continued: "Subordinates with similar aesthetics to me will not have too many differences in discussions, and work will be much more comfortable. I like your style very much. Even if it is a life photo, the shooting angle is different from others. "

He opened another folder and clicked on the photos inside: "Look at these."

Jiang Xun's photo style is almost the same as these photos.

"Personal characteristics," Ye Ruiwen said, "skills are very important, but a good photographer must have his own style, and it's not interesting to simply show off his skills. Learning starts with imitation, but when it's over—you Personality has been lost."

Jiang Xun's eyelids twitched. When she went to France to study, she paid great attention to imitating the works of masters. She would find similar models and look for the same lighting angle. That was because her skills were still very young at that time.

What now?Every time she shoots, she will subconsciously pay attention to lighting, color, and strive to be similar to others-she can no longer jump out of this frame.

Ye Ruiwen: "I still say the same thing - take more shots. I don't think you haven't made any progress this time, I even think you have made a lot of progress, but this circle is not easy to mix. If you really want to make a name for yourself, you must have your own style of."

Without Ye Ruiwen's guidance, Jiang Xun wouldn't even be able to grasp the side of the door, she nodded: "I see, I'll go back and do more thinking."

When she returned from her studies, she thought she had made great progress and was triumphant, but she didn't expect that she had already fallen into a huge mud pit.