Bright moon and clear wind

Chasing stars when you are young is not necessarily a bad thing.The idol shines brightly at a high place, motivating sensible children to work hard and move towards the position of the idol bit by bit.

Chasing stars after work reveals a deep sense of helplessness.Life has been set, and the pressure of work and daily chores all tell that this is the reality. In any case, you can't catch up with your idols.

However, Lu Fengqing's star chasing is a bit special. He chases stars only because of work needs.

"How much longer do you have to think about it?" Jiang Hui let go of the embers of the cigarette between her fingers, and the cigarette butt fell on the concrete floor painted with non-slip floor paint, splashing sparks, and was immediately stamped out by sharp red high-heeled shoes. Lu Fengqing's nervous heart sank a little.

Jiang Hui is the wife of the chairman of the entertainment media group and the actual operator of the entertainment. She is nearly forty years old, her skin and body are well maintained, and her chestnut wavy curly hair is more well-groomed than many female celebrities. exquisite.

At this very moment, in the underground parking lot of this five-star hotel, behind Jiang Hui was a fiery red Porsche Cayenne parked. The hot traffic is fresh meat, and all kinds of top resources are soft.

Many people said that Jiang Hui favored Ji Zun because Ji Zun was good at bedtime, but these were just rumors and no one could prove it.However, the scene where Jiang Hui and Ji Zun went in and out of the hotel together was bumped into by Lu Fengqing and secretly photographed by him.

"I've already deleted the photo." Lu Fengqing looked down at the reflective ground, and opened his mouth quietly.He held the camera hanging on his chest tightly with both hands, as if he was protecting something more important than life, and even his joints were slightly white.

"Delete the photo and it's over?" Jiang Hui grabbed the camera lens and pulled it forward. Lu Fengqing was caught off guard and moved forward a small step, but his hands were still firmly holding the camera in his hand.

"Sister Hui, please..." Lu Fengqing looked at the woman in front of him who was much shorter than him, almost begging, "Please don't smash my camera."

Jiang Hui's temperament is notoriously hot in the circle. She was once photographed by paparazzi when she went out because of her face, and smashed the paparazzi's camera on the spot.For Lu Fengqing, it's okay to beat him and scold him, but he must not hit the guy who eats with him.Not only because this guy is a property of the company, and he will have to pay two months' wages if he smashes it, but also because he really loves photography and cannot watch the camera being smashed.

"Please?" Jiang Hui chuckled lightly, her expression full of sarcasm, "What are you begging me for?"

Lu Fengqing pursed his lips and did not answer. He really had no position to make a request to Jiang Hui, even if it was just a humble request that couldn't be more humble.

But at this moment, Jiang Hui suddenly let go of the lens in her hand, and instead used her index finger to pick up Lu Fengqing's drooping chin.Lu Fengqing was forced to meet Jiang Hui's sharp eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ji Zun who had been watching the play raised his eyebrows, as if he had already guessed how the plot would develop next.

"You said just now that you work at Yueshang Magazine, you didn't fool me, did you?" For some reason, Jiang Hui's tone suddenly softened a lot, and her tone became brisk, as if when she was flirting with Ji Zun just now, she was also so tactful and enchanting to speak.

Lu Fengqing didn't know what Jiang Hui was thinking, so he could only tense his smooth jawline and nodded stiffly.

Moonshang Magazine is one of the largest magazines in China. It has fashion, beauty, life and other departments. Many editors and practitioners hope to work in Moonshang.However, Lu Fengqing's department is Yueshang's best-selling department, but it is also the most unpopular department - the entertainment department.To put it bluntly, he is an entertainment reporter for "Yue Shang·Entertainment", to put it bluntly, he is a paparazzi.

When he just graduated, Lu Fengqing could still convince himself that this is also a serious job, not as shameful as people think.But now, two years later, he has fully recognized the reality. Even in the top magazines in the industry, paparazzi are still paparazzi, and they all do annoying jobs.

"Let me take a look at the photo." Jiang Hui withdrew her finger that hooked Lu Fengqing's chin, wrapped her hands around her proud chest, and raised her chin towards Lu Fengqing's camera.

She was not as aggressive as before, and her gentle attitude relieved Lu Fengqing's tension.Thinking that the camera strap was still around his neck anyway, Lu Fengqing slowly handed out the camera, and reiterated: "I have really deleted it."

Originally, he only took one shot, because when he was about to take the second one, Ji Zun had already rushed over and caught him.

Jiang Hui took the camera and pressed the browse button, then looked at the LCD screen and let out a sneer: "What is this?"

In the photo is a little gray cat, shyly hiding in the grass, looking at the camera lens curiously and vigilantly.It was at the back door of the hotel that Lu Fengqing met this little milk cat, and then followed it to the underground parking lot, where by coincidence, he bumped into the scene after Jiang Hui and Ji Zun's affair ended.

A powerful paparazzi can be said to have great powers, not only can get the itinerary of the artist, but also lurk and follow, like a serious spy.But Lu Fengqing is by no means a great paparazzi, if it wasn't for this little milk cat, he wouldn't have hit such a big news.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is God's favor, but what is the use of this?His poor professionalism made him completely forget to hide himself, so he just raised his camera to take a picture of Jiang Hui and Ji Zun, and these two people are very sensitive to the camera due to their professional relationship, almost like a frozen picture. In an instant, the two of them discovered Lu Fengqing who was standing stupidly under the light at the same time.

Jiang Hui continued to flip through the photos, and Ji Zun beside him also came over curiously.After the photo of the little milk cat, the volunteer grandma directing pedestrians to cross the road, the sprinkler that splashed water all over the passers-by, and the sycamore tree branches blown by the wind followed.

A playful smile gradually appeared on the corner of Jiang Hui's mouth, as if she was watching a silent comedy.Lu Fengqing was a little nervous, he admitted that he was not a qualified paparazzi, but this was his job after all.He develops his interests and hobbies with private goods after work. To put it bluntly, this is not dedicated enough, and he is fishing.

Guan Yihui, his direct supervisor, scolded him more than once for these photos and told him not to take these useless things.However, if it wasn't because of this job that he could often sneak out to shoot what he wanted to shoot, Lu Fengqing really couldn't find a reason to keep going.

"Are you a paparazzi after all?" Ji Zun said amusedly, "Aren't you Yue Shang's paparazzi very powerful, dare you still keep idlers?"

These words sound harsh, no one wants to admit that he is a raised idler.But what Ji Zun said was the truth, Lu Fengqing couldn't refute it, he turned his head slightly and looked at the ground, his expression was hidden in the shadows and said: "Our minister is very powerful."

"Your minister is that Guan Yihui?" Ji Zun leaned lazily on the car door again, chatting with Lu Fengqing, "He is really amazing."

Guan Yihui has dug up a lot of black information about artists, and the "powerful" in Ji Zun's mouth may have more derogatory meanings.

Lu Fengqing hung his head and didn't answer any more. Just in time, Jiang Hui had seen enough photos and returned the camera to him.

"You don't like being a paparazzi, do you?" Jiang Hui asked suddenly.There was a trace of inexplicable inquiry in her expression, Lu Fengqing didn't know how Jiang Hui would deal with him, and didn't dare to speak rashly, but just nodded dully.

Jiang Hui opened the small designer handbag, took out a plain white business card and handed it to Lu Fengqing, as if the unhappiness just now had never happened, and said calmly: "Come and entertain, I will let you be the photographer."

The word "photographer" made Lu Fengqing stunned. The dream that he once thought was within reach had already become illusory. Now that the door of opportunity suddenly appeared in front of him, he felt unreal, as if he was dreaming.

"Think about it and come find me."

After Jiang Hui dropped these words, she and Ji Zun got into the car behind her.Before the car door closed, Lu Fengqing vaguely heard Ji Zun teasing Jiang Hui, saying that she felt soft-hearted when she saw a handsome guy.Jiang Hui's words were locked in the car door, Lu Fengqing couldn't hear clearly, but thinking about it carefully, it was indeed Jiang Hui who gave him a hand just now, after the two faced each other at close range, Jiang Hui suddenly changed her attitude.

Lu Fengqing never thought that his face could be used as a gold medal for avoiding death, and he felt lucky while feeling a little scared at the same time.If he forgot to pack himself when he went out this morning, would the camera in his hand be doomed?

In fact, compared to most male celebrities in the circle, Lu Fengqing's looks are not outstanding, and his 1.8 meters is only quite satisfactory.But he has good skin, even the tip of his nose can't see any pores, it's as smooth as milk, this alone is much better than many male stars who need to rely on foundation to cover their blemishes.In addition, his eyelashes are thick and his eyes are well-shaped. From a close look, his eyes are like obsidian, shining with a low-key but not negligible light.

Regardless of whether Jiang Hui let him go because of his looks, in short, today's encounter can be regarded as a turning point, and the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Meow." The cat's cry came from the corner of the parking lot, Lu Fengqing followed the sound, and saw the cat barked at him twice, then disappeared behind the fire door without a trace.

The means of transportation back to the company is still the bus.An entertainment reporter like Lu Fengqing who only follows other people's old news does not deserve to be assigned a car by the company.

Perhaps because of the torrential rain last night, the wet road surface was covered with a layer of water vapor, which softened the midsummer sunshine.The air conditioner is not turned on in the bus, and the warm breeze blowing on the face outside the window, coupled with the unique shaking of the bus, is really suitable for a daze.

The bus shook slowly and stopped in front of a red light at an intersection.The rhythm of the sudden stop made the dazed Lu Fengqing gradually gather his gaze, and finally focused on the bus stop by the road.

The advertising space on the platform is a huge poster, a domineering SUV is parked in the vast desert, and a tall and long-legged man sits on the front of the hood, with his hands behind his back, looking handsomely at the camera.

If it were an ordinary person sitting on the hood of such a large vehicle, I am afraid that his feet would not be able to touch the ground at all.But the man on the poster is wearing khaki leather boots, his feet are actually stepping on the sand, and because of the well-chosen camera angle, the two long straight legs look even more slender.

This man Lu Fengqing knew, his name was Mo Yuelang, he was a model.Or to be more precise, there should be few young people who don't know him.

Mo Yuelang is 27 years old this year. He is the first truly international supermodel in China. He was spotted by scouts when he was studying finance in a top 10 university in the world. Later, he dropped out of school and became a model.

He has a good family background, has received higher education, and his speech and behavior are different from most impetuous models. He has a temperament that is not stained with mud, so he is sought after by designers from all walks of life, and he is very popular in the European and American fashion circles.

Leaving aside the unique temperament of his body, Mo Yuelang's grandfather is German, his facial features are Chinese, but very three-dimensional, his eyes are extremely rare gray-green, and the end of his eyes naturally hang down, he looks lazy and sexy .

This kind of beauty can be played anywhere, and it's no problem for men and women to take it all in. However, Lu Fengqing himself is not too cold.

Recently, I often see Mo Yuelang's advertisement endorsement in various places. It is not difficult to see that this international supermodel plans to return to China for development.

Although Lu Fengqing is not interested in Mo Yuelang's face, it does not mean that he is not interested in the advertisement poster either.Lu Fengqing likes to analyze all kinds of photos and learn how photographers use light and shadow.

Obviously, this poster was shot in the evening, avoiding the scorching sun that makes all photographers headaches, and highlighting the loneliness of the desert through the contrast of light and dark, reflecting the sense of unity between people and cars.

Lu Fengqing's analysis of the photos didn't end with a glance. He habitually raised his camera and took a picture of this poster that he thought was good.

When he returned to the company, there was exactly one minute left before get off work. Lu Fengqing didn't deliberately calculate it, but in the eyes of others, it didn't look like this.

Guan Yihui called Lu Fengqing to an independent office, frowned without concealing his inner displeasure: "Where did you go today?"

I don't know when Lu Fengqing became afraid of Guan Yihui, afraid of this once kind senior.He lowered his head, and said as if on a business trip: "I took a photo of Yueyu's sister Hui and Ji Zun going in and out of the hotel together."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Fengqing felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him, he raised his eyes, and saw that Guan Yihui had walked around from behind the desk to in front of him.

"Where's the photo?" Guan Yihui grabbed Lu Fengqing's shoulders with both hands, and there was excitement in his tone and eyes.

At this moment, Lu Fengqing thought vaguely that perhaps this was the most essential difference between him and Guan Yihui.

He likes to take pictures, but he doesn't want to be a paparazzi who candidly take pictures of others.However, Guan Yihui really loves the job of paparazzi. He can gain pleasure by spying on other people's privacy. According to Guan Yihui's own words, it is very interesting to grasp other people's handles, because it means that you can dominate others.

Lu Fengqing couldn't feel this kind of happiness, he just felt that Guan Yihui was no longer the person he knew, and sometimes he even felt that the person he was with day and night was a complete stranger, and a stranger with violent tendencies.

"What about your photo?" Guan Yihui frowned slightly, grabbed Lu Fengqing's shoulder and shook it, interrupting his thoughts.

Lu Fengqing moved his lips and said in a low voice, "They found out and deleted it."

The hands on the shoulders tightened, then loosened, followed by a loud slap.

"I knew it." Guan Yihui rubbed his numb wrist, and the excitement in his eyes turned into viciousness in an instant, "What do you think you're good for? You're even worse than trash!"

Lu Fengqing's face turned to one side, and a clear five-fingerprint soon appeared on his fair skin.He didn't move as he was being beaten.

"You haven't even taken a single valuable photo in the two years since you joined the company. How dare you say that you love photography with your dead fish appearance? If it weren't for me covering you, you would have lost your fucking job long ago! "

Lu Fengqing clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and emphasized in a trembling voice: "I just love photography."

"The rubbish you photographed is also called photography?" Guan Yihui grabbed Lu Fengqing by the collar, as if trying to correct a wrong-minded traitor, "How many times do I have to say, don't take pictures of useless things for me! "

In the past one or two years, Lu Fengqing often thought about why he and Guan Yihui became what they are today.In his sophomore year, he joined the photography club, and the first person to receive him was the gentle and funny Guan Yihui.

Guan Yihui was two years older than him, and was already an intern at Yueshang at that time.The brilliance of the senior has always shrouded this kind senior, so that Lu Fengqing quickly fell in love with Shang Guan Yihui, and the two people with the same sexual orientation came together almost logically.

However, everything changed after Lu Fengqing followed Guan Yihui's footsteps and joined Yueshang.

I don't know if it's because Lu Fengqing has also become a social person, Guan Yihui can no longer tolerate his innocence, and eagerly wants to turn him into the same kind, so he becomes more and more irritable.

Lu Fengqing has already proposed to break up countless times, but Guan Yihui always apologizes in time and persuades him to come down.

But this time, Lu Fengqing was completely tired.Whether it's this job or Guan Yihui, he no longer wants to continue.

"Let's break up." Lu Fengqing said calmly, without looking at Guan Yihui.

"Again?" Guan Yihui didn't take it too seriously, "I'm doing it for your own good, do you still want this job?"

Lu Fengqing twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a self-deprecating smile: "I don't want to trouble you anymore, Minister."

Guan Yihui let go of Lu Fengqing's collar, as if trying to suppress his anger, he said with a dark face: "I still have to work overtime, let's talk about it when I go home."

Lu Fengqing didn't say anything, turned and left the office with an indifferent expression.

Speaking of which, Lu Fengqing is purely gay, why isn't he interested in Mo Yuelang's top-notch looks?Because Guan Yihui also has a bit of beauty, and it was this handsome face that confused Lu Fengqing at the beginning.

It's like being tempted to take a bite of a tempting cake, but getting poisoned, and never daring to touch any cake again.

Having been with Guan Yihui for a long time, Lu Fengqing was almost on the verge of forming a stress reaction, always feeling that the more glamorous the person on the outside, the darker the secret might be.

No matter what kind of person Mo Yuelang is in reality, in Lu Fengqing's view, men of this level can be summed up in three words: untouchable.