Been a child star for many years

Chapter 9: Chang Ming, I seem to be in love with him.

They made an appointment to take Jing Chun out to play together on the weekend, but because Chang Ming received a phone call to rush to finish an urgent draft, after receiving Jing Chun, he just had a quick meal and had to rush back to the company.

He was very sorry and told Jing Chun several times that he was sorry.Jing Chun's sadness was written all over his face, and Chang Ming couldn't bear it, but the editor-in-chief kept urging him on the phone, and he really couldn't shirk it.

Later, Jing Feng whispered a few words in Jing Chun's ear, and Jing Chun finally let go of Chang Ming reluctantly.

After Chang Ming left, Jing Chun said to Jing Feng while digging ice cream: "Brother, hello Xiao Ming."

Jing Feng scooped the same cup of ice cream with him, pinching the flesh on Jing Chun's face.His condition is slowly improving, his body is not as thin as when he just came back, and his face finally has some flesh.

"Yes, Xiao Ming." Jing Feng said.

Before the week was over, the cold snap came, ending this year's fall in a hurry.The city is neither south nor north, but it is wet and cold in winter.When Chang Ming woke up in the morning, he was shivering from the cold. He rummaged through the boxes to find a sweater and a thick coat, and wrapped them tightly.Such a sudden drop in temperature is the easiest way to catch a cold, and Chang Ming doesn't want to get sick.

Thinking of catching a cold, Chang Ming took out his phone and sent Jingfeng a message: "The temperature is cooling down."

After I was stunned for a while, I threw the phone on the bed and went to wash up.

When he came back, his phone was on, and Jingfeng replied, "Yes."

...What kind of reply is this Nima.

Chang Ming thought about it, and simply sent another message in a bad tone: "Don't catch a cold again."

This time, Chang Ming didn't reply until he went out to work.

When I came back from lunch, Jingfeng sent me a message: "Uncle really cares about me."

Chang Ming had the urge to smash the phone.

But mobile phones are very expensive, and Chang Ming is very poor, so he endured it and decided to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

The last time the young lady said that she wanted Jingfeng to take a promotional photo, Chang Ming thought it hadn't started yet, but he didn't expect to receive an email from Fang Yun that night, and a set had already been released.

He didn't even know when the young lady contacted Jingfeng.

The young lady's phone call came in immediately: "Help me see, which one is better? Oh, I think both are good!"

Chang Ming was holding the phone in one hand and scrolling the mouse in the other.This is the first time he has seen Jingfeng's photographic works.It's not a hard photo taken in the studio, the background is familiar to Chang Ming, it's the school that Jingfeng took him to visit.

He doesn't know much about it, so he can only give the most intuitive feeling - the photos are very comfortable to look at.Half of them are young ladies with various backs, hidden in the shadows, retrograde in the crowd, or slightly showing their faces.Jing Feng doesn't seem to like to take pictures of people's faces very much, only a few of which are Fang Yun smiling at the camera.

The young lady said: "Are you saying it's strange? This kid hasn't read my book, but these faceless photos really fit my novel."

Chang Ming agreed, and the young lady added another sentence: "Little handsome guy has a bright future."

"That's a compliment," Chang Ming sighed, "You've never praised me so much."

"What's there to brag about?" Chang Ming could imagine the young lady's eyes through the phone, "You just broke the jar, you don't look like our handsome Jingfeng."

Chang Ming also wanted to roll his eyes, but the young lady continued: "Honestly speaking, this picture of him really suits my taste. His appearance also suits my taste."

"What should I do, Chang Ming, sister, I seem to fall in love with him."

After a while, Chang Ming swallowed, and asked with a smile, "Why, do you want me to chase him for you?"

The young lady also laughed twice.

But Chang Ming still heard her reply seriously: "Okay, help me chase him."

Jing Fengsheng was afraid that Jing Chun would be cold, so he put on a sweater, a thick coat, and a thin fleece cap for him.At first glance, Chang Ming is still not used to it.

The weather was cold, and the plan to take Jing Chun out to play had to be postponed again, and they resumed their regular program of having fun and eating at home.The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, and Jing Chun soon complained that it was hot, so Jing Feng had no choice but to let him take off his coat.Only then did Chang Ming realize that the two brothers were wearing the same black sweater.Jing Feng was already tall, and he looked extraordinarily tall in a turtleneck sweater that was not too tight or loose; but because Jing Chun was too thin, he always stuck to his brother or Chang Ming, looking like an elf.The same clothes, but the two brothers wore two very different feelings. Chang Ming thought it was funny, so he proposed to take a photo of them.

Jing Chun clapped his hands and said yes, and Jing Feng stood up and said to get Chang Ming's camera.Chang Ming hurriedly refused. He didn't dare to touch professional equipment.

But Jingfeng still took out his camera and put it aside.

Chang Ming took a few photos casually. For a person with Jing Chun's temperament, the photos are the best, and the smile is simple.It's a pity that Jingfeng is a little awkward.

While flipping through the photos to choose, he complained a few words: "Oh, you are a student of photography, why are you so cautious when taking photos? Look at Xiaochun, every one of them is..."

"Crack!"

Chang Ming raised his head and looked at Jing Feng in surprise, his camera clicked again.

While he was in a daze, Jing Chun suddenly shouted: "It's beautiful!"

I don't know which one I'm talking about.

"Reciprocity is a courtesy." Jing Feng smiled.

Chang Ming remembered something, forced a smile, and sat on the other side to show Jing Chun the photos.

Jing Feng didn't take it seriously, and took several random photos of Chang Ming and Jing Chun one after another.Chang Ming consciously or unintentionally avoided his camera, and every time he heard a click, his heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

When Jing Feng pressed the shutter button again, Chang Ming was extremely irritable, and shouted in a bad tone: "Stop taking pictures!"

Both Jing Chun and Jing Feng were taken aback.

Jing Chun was stunned for a while, and then carefully pulled Chang Ming's sleeve: "Xiao Ming is not angry."

As he spoke, he tried to pat Chang Ming's head again, muttering: "Touch your head, don't be angry."

Chang Ming wanted to laugh and was irritable at the same time, the expression on his face was brilliant for a while.After all, he sighed and patted Jing Chun on the shoulder, saying that he was not angry anymore.

Jingfeng remained silent for a while, put down the camera for a while, and said lightly: "I'm going to cook."

"Grass!" Chang Ming cursed secretly, "Smart ostrich."

When he was about to leave, Chang Ming didn't want Jing Feng to see him off, so he went to the hallway to change his shoes, but Jing Feng walked over naturally and followed him out.

Chang Ming thought and thought, but he still didn't refuse, but remained silent all the way, suddenly as if he had returned to the strangeness when we first met.

Walking to the side of the car, Chang Ming opened the door, stepped in with one foot, but closed it again.

Jingfeng looked straight at him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Chang Ming took a deep breath: "Which day are you free next week?"

Jing Feng replied, "Tuesday afternoon."

"She likes the photos you took of Fang Yun very much. She wants to treat you to a meal and let me ask about your time."

"Oh." Jing Feng responded without saying anything.

Chang Ming quickly got into the car, closed the door and said, "Then it's Tuesday."

Before Jingfeng could say "goodbye" stuck in his throat, Chang Ming's car had already driven away in a hurry.

That night, they were all a little angry.I was used to sending a text message when I got home, and the relationship that was gradually heating up suddenly cooled down tonight.

Chang Ming was not used to it.On the way home, I bought a dozen beers and went online to find a movie to drink with.But Dumtou drank almost all the wine, but still didn't know what the movie was talking about, so he closed the notebook with a snap.

The curtains were drawn, the lights were not turned on, and the old house was completely dark.Chang Ming took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it quietly.

He still sent a text message to Fang Yun: "Sister, I told Jingfeng that he is free on Tuesday afternoon."

He didn't want to read the reply, and he didn't want to receive a call from Fang Yun. He turned off the phone, didn't take a shower, and fell asleep on the bed smelling of alcohol.