Seventy two hundred

"Guard, guide? Wake up, we'll be there soon..."

The 12-seat minibus carried Xu Tang and his party, and drove in the dusty Mu Us sandy area in the southern border of Inner Mongolia.

Xu Tang opened his eyes, woke up from his drowsiness, said "hmm" to his assistant Xiaohe, and glanced outside through the car window.

From near to far, a layered green blanket covers the land.Rows of green trees are verdant, crazily growing weeds shake their bodies to welcome guests, salix and poplar stand against the wind.

The green spread from their feet all the way to the horizon, and there was no shadow of "sand".

Xu Tang didn't know what kind of "good luck" he had this year, and urgent tasks came to him one after another.

His master Tian Yuan had just accepted a national-level project, but because he was in a hurry to go to Los Angeles to be a film festival judge, he was directly thrown to lead the team.

And brother Qiang, the photographer who was originally scheduled to be in the filming crew, who was from the same family as Master Xu Tang, also left immediately because his wife was about to give birth.

Therefore, before the official start of the project, the two masters and apprentices ruthlessly pushed a bunch of things such as digging story points, prospecting, scouting, personnel planning, publishing books, etc., to the small town. On the younger brother Xu Tang.

When Xu Tang received a call from his master, the "Small Town" series of documentaries had already been approved as a project, and spare funds had also been distributed. It was less than two weeks before the start of the project.

In a blink of an eye, Xu Tang had already rushed to Inner Mongolia with a large team of others, and completed the assembly with the photography team from Shanghai.

Xu Tang thought of something, cleared his throat, turned his head and said to the producer Fang Fei in the group: "I will see the receptionist in the town and the family members of the subject in a while, first give them the Daoxiang Village we brought, and you can come back later." Find a small shop, buy some snacks and fruits, let Xiao Jin, Lin Zi and the others help carry a few boxes of drinks, and then send them home."

"Come on, director." Fang Fei's big eyes were bent into two crescents, and she moved her face to Xu Tang's seat, glanced at his thin jawline, and said with a smile: "I'm used to giving gifts for you. Done!"

Xu Tang glanced back at Fang Fei, and said with a warm smile, "Well, sensible."

The warm sunlight penetrated the car window and was warmly covering the person's body, softening the aggressive face that was originally pretty.

Xu Tang's eyes unconsciously looked at the last row of the car, to be precise, at the face of the new photographer - Guan Ming.

The young man is really good-looking, and good-looking people always attract attention.

It's just that there seems to be some kind of danger hidden in the beauty that belongs to Guan Ming.

It seems to have been in a scene in the past, but I still can't find the landing point.

Xu Tang has seen, photographed, and socialized many handsome men and women, and this is the first time he feels this way.

He felt that Guan Ming's whole body was full of ferocity, especially those eyes, when looking directly at him, there was an indescribable aggressiveness.

For example, now, before Xu Tang could look back, he directly met Guan Ming's eyes that suddenly opened.

The sunlight covering Guan Ming's body seemed to have suddenly lost its warmth, and suddenly became intense and dazzling, dazzled Xu Tang's eyes.

Xu Tang collected himself, raised the corners of his mouth as if nothing had happened, and smiled at Guan Ming.

And Guan Ming leaned his head back against his back, his face was expressionless all the time, his eyelids were half down, he looked straight at Xu Tang, his eyes were sharp, and he didn't even blink.

In two seconds, the air stopped flowing, and time seemed to stand still.

The short-lived strange atmosphere was interrupted by Da Fei, the photography assistant sitting next to Guan Ming, who said, "It's so special".

After several rows of seats, they met each other's eyes and quickly retracted.

Xu Tang endured a moment of embarrassment to someone he didn't know well, and with the absurd reason of "this child may not have woken up", he found a way for Guan Ming in his heart, turned his head first, and continued to explain the matter to Xiao He who was sitting next door .

The minibus turned a corner and drove into a luxuriously decorated Mongolian restaurant in the town. There were six or seven people standing at the entrance of the restaurant, each with enthusiasm on their faces, waiting to welcome distinguished guests from afar.

As soon as Xu Tang got out of the car, the tall and middle-aged man who led him immediately stepped forward to shake hands. His hands were full of strength, which must be directly proportional to the warm welcome: "Hello, hello, you have worked hard all the way!"

Xu Tang also hurriedly greeted with a smile, and told Fang Fei and Xiaohe to bring out several large boxes from Daoxiangcun and give them away.

After shaking hands, Mayor A Rishan immediately let go of Xu Tang, and refused simply: "Oh, oh! You are too polite! When you come to our Inner Mongolia, there is no rule for guests to give gifts!"

In the end, under Xu Tang's unremitting persistence, everyone finally stopped tearing and accepted the gift with smiles on their faces, but they still couldn't help but thank them again and again, and couldn't hide their regret in their eyes.

Na Risong, who was standing on the side, and the village party secretary of the village where the subject was photographed also echoed: "Director Xu, you all have a bumpy road, go to the restaurant to eat and drink water! Hurry up, everything is ready inside!"

Xu Tang and Mayor A Rishan took the lead, followed by a large army, entering the restaurant one after another.

There are many film crews, and they have to sit at two tables when entering the largest private room in the hotel.

The driver sat at a table with assistants from photography, lighting, and art, and some reception executives from the town also sat over.

Xu Tang took the only two girls in the group, took the new photographer Guan Ming to take care of them, and sat at the table with the mayor and the village party secretary.

Not long after sitting down, Party Secretary Songcun stood up again that day and poured milk tea for everyone around the table: "Everyone drink it while it's hot, and you must add some milk fruit and fried rice, as well as cheese and butter. It's very fragrant!"

"Thank you, thank you, come by yourself", Xu Tang also stood up quickly, bent over to take the milk tea, with a polite smile in the corner of his eyes, turned around and handed it to Guan Ming who was sitting beside him: "Here, Xiao Guan, try the authentic milk tea Mongolian milk tea."

Before Xu Tang put down the cup, Guan Ming stretched out his hand to take it, his fingertips lightly brushed Xu Tang's warm knuckles, and the touch on his skin was fleeting.

He restrained and looked into the other person's eyes politely, and responded in a low voice, "Thank you."

After everyone's cups were filled with hot milk tea, Xu Tang stood up holding the cups: "Let me raise a cup on behalf of the film crew first, thank you for your warm hospitality, and I will cause trouble for everyone in the next few days!"

After finishing speaking, Xu Tang poured a large mouthful of milk tea into his mouth, and the strong salty aroma quickly filled his mouth: "It's delicious, it's so authentic!"

Others stood up one after another to greet him, Guan Ming also got up, the corners of his mouth pursed into a slight upward arc, and he raised his cup to respect each other across the air with the other people on the table.

Fang Fei and Xiao He also smiled and toasted, and everyone reached a formal meeting in the steaming Mongolian milk tea.

"This is our photographer Guan Ming, Xiao Guan, born in the 90s, young and promising." Xu Tang patted Guan Ming's shoulder with a dainty attitude, frowned, and introduced to everyone: "He has photographed BM. There are a lot of big advertisements for cars and GH Bank, the young man has good skills, please take care of him!"

The producer Fang Fei who was sitting not far away also joined in the fun and added: "That's right, Mr. Xiao Guan is very good. He also filmed the pure milk commercial in Inner Mongolia, and it's on TV right now!"

"Really?" Xu Tang paused, then turned to look at Guan Ming: "Isn't Xiao Guan the first time back to Inner Mongolia?"

Guan Ming spat out two words: "No."

Xu Tang's embarrassing smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his whole body: "Hey, the young people nowadays are amazing, they can run even better than when we just graduated."

Guan Ming raised his head and took a quick look at Xu Tang. The playfulness and contempt in his eyes only appeared for a second, and stayed on Xu Tang's face for a moment, before it dissipated before Xu Tang could think about it.

Guan Ming has never been used to such an occasion full of superficial skills, he will never be able to blend in, and it is even more annoying to listen to people talking about him.

But this time, he reluctantly gave Xu Tang some face.

He got up slowly, and said with no ups and downs in his tone: "Thank you Director Xu, you have won the award, and it is my honor to cooperate with you."

Guan Ming stared at Xu Tang without moving, and clearly described his pair of peach blossom-shaped eyes.

From such a close view, Xu Tang's lower eyelashes are thick and long, his eyes are hazy with watery light, which seems to be affectionate, and the slightly upturned eye ends add some casualness when he smiles but not smiles.

Nothing has changed, the same as when we first met in the Beijing Film Standard Screening Hall five years ago, and the gentle and distant eyes projected on the big screen are no different.

That face still looks very clean, white and bright, the smile in the corner of the eyes is full of water, with ripples, a smile is seductive.

In addition to five years later, the deeper smile lines at the end of the eyes due to experience have increased, which is a great gift from the years.

Guan Ming withdrew his eyes, raised his hand to offer tea, drank the milk tea with the air of drinking, raised his neck and drank a cup, and said in a deep voice: "Next, thank you for your care."

After a table of people took turns to "respect" and introduce, delicious dishes were officially presented.

The sizzling roast leg of lamb was carried up by two sturdy waiters in Mongolian robes, and the browned and crispy hand meat, Inner Mongolian special siu mai, and various dairy products were also served on the table.

"Come, come," Mayor A Rishan got up slightly, turned the big glass turntable on the table, and pushed the biggest plates of shiny and crispy meat in front of Xu Tang and Guan Ming: "Taste our Inner Mongolian meat." The roast leg of lamb and hand meat! All fresh lamb!"

After eating and drinking enough, everyone walked out of the restaurant in twos and threes, and stood under the signboard at the door to smoke.

That day, Songcun Party Secretary took out a box of Hulunbuir Grassland Love, knocked out two cigarettes from the box, and gave one to Xu Tangjing first: "Inner Mongolia special product, Director Xu to try it?"

He handed another one to Guan Ming, and smiled kindly: "Teacher Xiao Guan, let me have one too!"

Da Fei followed behind Guan Ming, and suddenly said, "Brother Ming doesn't smoke other cigarettes."

The expression on Risong's face froze slightly that day, Guan Ming reached out to take the cigarette and thanked him.

He raised his eyelids again and glanced at Da Fei, who immediately stopped talking.

Xu Tang held the cigarette in his fingertips, smiled and said, "I have to try it, I don't want to smoke it very hard." He raised the e-cigarette in his hand again: "My ex-girlfriend insisted on me quitting smoking. I haven’t smoked real cigarettes for a while, but now I smoke them.”

The lighting teacher Mr. Han came over affectionately at this time, and gossiped: "Hey, Tangtang is divided again. What is the reason this time?"

Xu Tang smiled wryly, raised his face and was about to say something, when he followed Guan Ming who was standing next to Master Han.

Guan Ming was very tall. Xu Tang measured it with his own eyes, and it was about half a head taller than him. At 1.9 meters, there must be a yam.

Wheat-colored skin, dressed in black, and tall and straight, this reminded Xu Tang of the supermodels he had photographed in college. Those men might not be as good as Guan Ming.

The key is that face, even if he is a straight man, Xu Tang has to admit that Guan Ming's appearance is too stunning, his whole face is aggressive, his eyes are deep and bottomless, which always makes people afraid.

Guan Ming held the cigarette between his slender fingers, but it was not lit. His face was still expressionless, and his eyes stared at him intentionally or unintentionally, which made Xu Tang's heart shudder, and he always thought it was an illusion.

As if he was also waiting for the same answer, Guan Ming's gaze finally locked on Xu Tang's face, and Xu Tang could only say, "Well, we're divided."

He turned his gaze back to Mr. Han, relaxed a little, and smiled heartlessly: "Wen Jing said that I am good to everyone, and I am the same to her. Do you think it can be the same, Mr. Han, I have never coaxed you Someone else's daughter-in-law."

Everyone laughed aloud, Master Han also laughed, and patted Xu Tang's back twice, knowing that it was over and everything was fine.

Amidst the laughter, Xu Tang borrowed a fire, lowered his head and took a puff of the cigarette, the sharpness of the tobacco rushed up, making him cough several times.

Guan Ming didn't light a cigarette all the time, just stood there, listening and watching quietly, with a little disdain, watching with cold eyes.

In the eyes of outsiders, Xu Tang's eyes seem to have always been gentle, looking at people with his water-filled peach blossom eyes, and speaking as if he is always smiling.

Guan Ming didn't think so.

He saw coldness, timidity, fear, disengagement and distance in Xu Tang's eyes.

It seems to be wrapped in some kind of shell, and even feels a little hypocritical, and sometimes it can't be seen clearly.

Just like five years ago.

Xu Tang didn't remember it at all.