Mr. Butler on the catwalk

"Getit! Got it, Luo Lin, come down slowly!"

Zhao Nian raised his head and shouted at Luo Lin, walked to the computer under the shed, connected the camera to the screen and began to see the effect.Luo Lin let out an inaudible breath, turned around and walked slowly from top to bottom.When he was about to return to the ground, he stepped on the ground, but fortunately He Shiwei next to him moved quickly and supported him.

He Shiwei patted the dirt rubbed on Luo Lin's shoulder and elbow, then frowned and began to scold others: "You are brave enough, aren't you?! What if you fall down? Can you afford the responsibility?"

Luo Lin still smiled shyly: "... Isn't the effect of shooting like this better?"

He Shiwei glared at Luo Lin, still terrified - seeing Luo Lin standing like that on a high place, he almost thought that Luo Lin was going to jump off like that.He wanted to say a few more words to express his anxiety and concern, but was pushed aside by the little girl in charge of logistics: "Handsome guys, wait a minute!! The model is so hot that it's going to pass out!!"

So after three or two strokes, the coat on Luo Lin's body was pulled off by the girls.The sun was shining, and it was clear that the satin lining of the coat was wet a lot.Now Luo Lin is only wearing a suit vest on his upper body, and the back part is also wet with sweat.However, the suddenly exposed arms and neck made everyone present feel dazzled - such long arms!Such beautiful muscle lines!Well, what a sexy collarbone...

Luo Lin still unconsciously walked towards the changing room.The little girl at the side walked over tremblingly, bowed her head and handed him a hair tie to tie her hair: "If your hair is hot, it's better to tie it up..."

Luo Lin froze for a moment, then smiled: "Thank you."

He took the hair rope, bit it in his mouth, lowered his head, raised his hand and grabbed it casually on the back of his head and forehead.Then he flipped his wrist and tied a small ponytail out.

Luo Lin was a little regretful that the bangs could not be put into the ponytail.Looking at the people around, Luo Lin was surprised to find that they were all staring at him with blank expressions.He thought for a moment, and finally went to change his clothes.

The surrounding staff saw that Luo Lin had left, and finally came to their senses, and each muttered to pack their things.Boss He shook his head and leaned towards Zhao Nian in a numb manner.

At this time, Zhao Nian conjured a cattail fan out of nowhere, and was shaking it slowly, pointing at the computer screen with the other hand.

He Shiwei leaned down and approached the screen, looking at the enlarged photo.Zhao Nian poked him with the handle of his fan: "How about the composition? I really think my skills are good, tsk."

He Shiwei glanced at him: "...don't you boast that you will die?"

"No, but it's about the same... But your concubine is not bad. He wears a hat on tiptoe, and the details of his clothes are all stretched out. The people of Andreas must like it... and the sky in Shanghai is still a bit cloudy." , You don’t need to fix it later, it’s really easy.”

After Zhao Nian finished speaking, he yawned, stood up and called his assistant, ready to call it a day.

… There are many kinds of photographers, some pursue the ultimate balance and beauty of pictures, such as Wu Guang; there are also those who work with a strong commercial meaning and mainly aim to get money for business, and Zhao Nian is a typical example.However, although the two have different purposes, you can't judge the quality of their work just by the way they approach photography.

He Shiwei knew that Zhao Nian was a hopelessly lazy man whose only hobbies in life were eating, drinking, spanking and sleeping, but Zhao Nian's talent and intuition were rare in the industry.

Just looking at this photo, you can know how accurate Zhao Nian's capture is.The camera shot from bottom to top elevates the height even more, and the chosen angle makes the pile of ruins look balanced and not obtrusive.All the focus has been shifted to Luo Lin, and the other parts seem to be white and dead, in deep contrast.

And Luo Lin's performance in the photo is even more astonishing.He put on his hat, and his expression did not show any signs of hotness and anxiety in this summer, making one feel that the place where he was must be cold and desolate.He didn't show any excessive emotions, just looked at his feet quietly from a protruding angle.Looking at this picture, one can't help but think: Is this person going to jump from here?Or is he just watching?His body is tense, and his tiptoe conveys a subtle emotion, and when viewed together with his bare ankle, there is a strange sense of vulnerability.Yet his face conveyed only a calmness, a calmness laced with despair.He seemed to be still waiting, waiting for the moment when he needed to jump off.

These photos are undeniably excellent.Aside from the fact that it conveys the brand's identity, it is also full of a sense of solemnity intertwined with tension and tranquility.

He Shiwei looked at the computer screen and suddenly felt extremely uneasy.Could this photo be Luo Lin's "acting skills"?

—— Or, is this reaction the current state of Luo Lin?

He turned his head to look at Luo Lin who had changed his clothes.Luo Lin was sitting on a simple folding chair, drinking water in small sips.After drinking the water, he silently lowered his head and stared at his hands. There was no expression on his face, only tiredness remained in the corners of his brows and eyes.

He Shiwei felt distressed.He thought that Luo Lin was a person who liked to laugh very much, he was polite and happy to everyone, and had a simple and warm personality.

But how could Luo Lin really be "carefree".

His smile just said:

"I'm fine" "Don't worry about me" "Everything is fine so it's okay if I'm alone".

This kind of person is used to putting himself in an unimportant position, and only cares for others wholeheartedly. Even if he is injured, he may even deceive himself and say "It's okay, I don't feel pain".

He Shiwei finally couldn't bear it and walked towards Luo Lin.Then he saw Luo Lin raised his head, smiled at him gently, and asked him, what's wrong?

The exhaustion from the previous moment could not be seen in the expression, it was impeccable, Luo Lin "should look like".

——Look, He Shiwei, you really still can't get into his heart.

He Shiwei silently took the mineral water and poured it on the towel and handed it to Luo Lin. Luo Lin thanked him and wiped the sweat from his forehead little by little.

……

Luo Lin returned home alone after finishing work.He knew that He Shiwei would kindly offer to take him back, so before He Shiwei noticed, he slipped away quietly.

He didn't want to hide from any decline.It's just that he knew that his head was starting to feel dizzy and his cheeks were starting to feel hot, probably due to heat stroke.

With such a weakened personality, he will definitely be sent to the hospital, and then he will go to the doctor and take medicine in a hurry.However, he has never been used to causing trouble for others, so he just endured it slowly by himself, and it was good to get through it.

The area around the filming location is still deserted.Luo Lin stepped on the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete floor, and moved step by step towards the bus stop.After finally seeing an alley full of people, Luo Lin wanted to pass through the alley, but was nauseated by a burst of sour smell, squatted down and began to retch.This made him break out in a cold sweat again, and his whole body was about to faint.Luo Lin gritted his teeth and stood up while supporting his knees. After walking to the platform and waiting for almost half an hour, he finally got on the train.

He found a seat, put his head against the window, and managed to take a rest.But after sitting for less than two stops, someone pushed him awake.

The conductor pushed him with a ticket clip: "Know how to give up your seat to the elderly? Stand up and stand up, children now..."

Luo Lin froze for a moment, then slowly stood up, apologized, and helped the old man beside him to sit down in his seat.More and more people started to get in the car. The air-conditioning system of the old-fashioned car seemed to be broken. Luo Lin smelled sweat and engine oil in this stuffy space, and his nausea became more and more serious. He could only use his willpower press.

A long drive of one and a half hours, from the starting point to the final point.At one o'clock in the afternoon when the sun was at its peak, Luo Lin finally returned to Duan Zhai.

Luo Lin walked towards his room with his head down, but was stopped halfway.

"...Master."

Duan Fei raised his head and asked him coldly, "Where did you go so early in the morning?"

"……Photograph."

Duan Fei scoffed: "What kind of photo can you take? Could it be a nude photo?"

Luo Lin blinked slowly, really not having the energy to answer this question.

"Tsk, have you learned how to make faces for me?...Forget it, I've thought about something these past few days, now you go to the study with me and make it clear...Let's go, what are you doing there?!"

Luo Lin's ears were buzzing now, and Duan Fei's voice was amplified and distorted several times.It took him a lot of effort to follow Duan Fei up to the second floor step by step.

Duan Fei sat down in an armchair in the study, while Luo Lin naturally stood still.Duan Fei knocked on the armrest of the chair irritably, and asked Luo Lin, "What do you think?"

"..."

"You still like me very much, don't you?"

Luo Lin was dizzy and could only close his eyes.

"What's your face? I'm asking you something!"

"...I'm sorry..." He could hardly hear clearly.

Duan Feicai didn't know that Luo Lin was suffering now, he only saw Luo Lin apologizing with pain on his face.what is this?reject me?

He was furious, and strode towards Luo Lin: "Don't be impatient like a woman! Since you said you like me, you should be quick, you really fucking treat yourself as a thing? You have to be coaxed by me. OK?"

Luo Lin could only keep apologizing.

Duan Fei pulled Luo Lin by the collar and bent him down: "Look at your appearance..."

what does it look like

Luo Lin's face was flushed now, his eyes were steamed and moist, and his face and lips were abnormally bright.

...Luo Lin has a fever.But in Duan Fei's eyes, this is nothing more than a pretty face that seduces him, Duan Fei's heartbeat suddenly became faster, and he stuttered: "You...look at you, I like you so much I'm almost crying...it's really...tsk..."

Duan Fei felt that the air was about to heat up, his Adam's apple rolled, and suddenly he couldn't stop wanting to raise his head to kiss Luo Lin's face.However, Luo Lin pushed Duan Fei away, and squatted down holding his upper abdomen - he couldn't stop vomiting now, and he really didn't want Duan Fei to see him in such a mess.

"I'm sorry, young master... I'm not feeling well..."

Duan Fei didn't wait for him to finish, he pulled up his front and slapped him across the face.

When Luo Lin raised his head in a daze after being beaten by him, he felt inexplicably distressed again—but it was too late, and his hand stretched out as if he couldn't control it, leaving another red mark on Luo Lin's face.

"You, have you started pretending to be sick after losing your temper? What's the matter? Seeing that I'm sick? Go and throw up when I'm sick! I won't fucking stop you!!"

Looking at Duan Fei, Luo Lin suddenly got up and fled to the corridor in a panic.Duan Fei was surprised to see the tall man holding on to the handrail of the stairs, and retched loudly.His whole back was trembling, and then he knelt down slowly.

——Go help him, Duan Fei.to help him.You know how hard it is for him.

I do not want.

——Go to him, Duan Fei.You don't have much chance.

……I do not want.

—He couldn't bear it for so long.You are about to lose him.

……

Suddenly, such a calm voice appeared in Duan Fei's mind.He started to panic, but he yelled to suppress the feeling: "Spit up? Let me see what you can spit out!! You, you have learned it, right? Just pretend!"

Luo Lin turned his back to Duan Fei's vague voice.His breakfast today was only a glass of water, even if his stomach turned over, he really couldn't vomit anything.

He rested his head on the railing of the stairs to take a few breaths, raised his hand and slowly wiped it on his face.Then, trembling, he took his handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned up the small pool of liquid that had been scattered on the floor—whether it was filth or tears.

……

Duan Fei finally let him go back to the room.

Luo Lin didn't even have the energy to drink the water, so he fell on his bed.He tore off the quilt to sweat himself, just wanting to fall asleep deeply.

Probably only in the dream can he see the past that he wants to see.

——Five years ago, Luo Lin was 25 years old and Duan Fei was 17 years old.

It was also summer then.

"Luo Lin, why are you sick too... How unlucky I am, the old lady got sick first, and then you..."

Luo Lin lay on the bed, threw off the quilt and was about to sit up dizzily: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to the young master, I'll go right away..."

Duan Fei was wearing a school uniform, and decisively pushed Luo Lin back to the bed: "Fuck you, what can a patient do? Asleep, I'll take care of you, sir!"

"But Master..."

"Hey, just don't say a few words. You wait for me to cook porridge for you... Ha, you used to do it for me, this time I will try it too..."

After speaking, he ran to the kitchen.

Luo Lin smiled helplessly at the back, and fell asleep.

Not long after, there was a "bang bang".

What is broken?Luo Lin wanted to sit up again, but there was a shout from the kitchen: "...everything is OK, don't worry!"

"Snapped"

"very smooth!"

"crash"

"no problem!!"

"Clatter, bang, bang, bang..."

There is no sound.

Duan Fei ran back dripping wet for no reason, with an angry and embarrassed expression on his face: "I know you don't believe me, but I can really do it well... What kind of expression do I rely on?"

Luo Lin smiled at him: "Go, young master. I'll wait for you."

...In the end Duan Fei actually served a bowl of porridge.For the fish fillet, there is also a plate of meat floss.

Luo Lin looked at Duan Fei: "Master...it seems that there has never been any floss at home..."

Duan Fei blushed: "Eat yours!!"

Luo Lin went to get the spoon, and heard Duan Fei muttering in a low voice: "Actually, I asked the servants to buy it from Ah Fu...and I smashed all the porridge bowls at home..."

Luo Lin choked, and looked at Duan Fei dumbfounded: "Master, this..."

Duan Fei had already taken off his wet school uniform and put it aside. The 17-year-old boy still has strange tastes, and a bright yellow stick figure smiley face is printed on the black T-shirt.His face was a little red now, but he finally sat down and grabbed Luo Lin's spoon: "I'll feed you."

"This won't work, I'm going to..."

"Eat! You!'s!"

17-year-old Duan Fei clumsily held a spoon, and fed Luo Lin porridge while sprinkling it out.After going back and forth like this, he smiled slightly facing Luo Lin: "I'll get you the medicine later... It turns out that taking care of you is quite fulfilling, ha..."

He reached out to touch Luo Lin's head pretending to be mature.

……

Now 30-year-old Luo Lin was lying on the bed, clutching his quilt tightly.

——Where did the child I like go?