Inferior by Nature

Yang Ji didn't ask anyone else to come in. After Ran Qingzhuang left, he and I were the only ones left in the room.

"Do you want some water?" He handed over an unopened bottle of mineral water from behind.

"Thank you." I took it from his hand, unscrewed it and drank a couple of sips, slowly calming down.

About 2 minutes later, Yang Ji said "ah" in surprise, pressed the shutter on my back repeatedly, and said, "It really appeared, the snake and the rabbit!"

I rolled the mineral water bottle in my hand aside, knowing that it was almost done, I loosened my shoulders and neck, and said, "Let's start."

Yang Ji said that my back is already very messy, and the background should be as simple as possible, so the background curtain is pure white, and only a warm-color fill light is added on each side to keep the picture from being too cold.

"Okay, take off your clothes and throw them aside, then stand up and take off your pants a little bit, otherwise the snake's tail won't be able to be photographed." Accompanied by the sound of the shutter, Yang Ji said.

I followed his instructions, took off my clothes, unbuttoned my trousers and pulled them down a little, exposing my sacrum.

"If you can take a picture of you sitting on a stool, playing the cello with your upper body bare, or lying on the ground with your arms around the cello like a lover, the photos will definitely look better and have more storytelling. Unfortunately, Mr. Sakamoto doesn't need it." Yang Ji smiled. Said, "Everyone wants their work to be more perfect. This is probably human nature."

Indeed, it might just be human nature, just as I don't want my cello to accompany me in this kind of photoshoot.

What Sakamoto needed was a perfect high-definition photo that could show the details of his works, and it was basically not difficult to shoot, and Yang already finished it soon.

"I don't even know why I have to take pictures." Yang Ji looked down at the camera screen and asked me to get dressed and go over to have a look.

I'm just a decoration, just posing, how can there be any room for comment?Yang has flipped through a few of them, and I don't think there's any difference. I nodded and said "good" and "very good" over and over again.

Of course, Yang Ji didn’t need my approval. He zoomed in on every detail of the tattoo, and finally stopped at the rabbit and snake on my waist, asking, “Do you know the meaning of this tattoo on your back?”

I shook my head, not knowing.Sakamoto didn't even tell me anything about the tattoo at the beginning, so why would he explain the meaning to me specially?

I'm just a canvas, and the cloth doesn't need to know that much.

"Snakes, flowers, and skulls are very common materials in tattoos, but dead rabbits are rare, and they are dead rabbits entangled by snakes. Sakamoto said that rabbits represent innocence." Yang Ji pointed to the Rabbit and Snake said, "Wisdom is born from the dry bones of innocence."

"Then... where's the camellia?"

"Camellia is also called 'Camellia' in Japan. Because when it withers, it does not wither in pieces, but the entire calyx and corolla fall off. It is considered to be a very majestic flower that is quite dignified and withered." Yang Jijiao Posted a photo of red camellias on the back and said, "Generally...a metaphor for death."

Death... is also in line with the tone of this work.

After filming and saying goodbye to Yang Ji, Ran Qingzhuang personally drove me back to the Red House.

In the car, immersed in my embarrassment, I didn't dare to glance at him, my thoughts were confused, and I didn't pay much attention to his physical condition.In the elevator, the space was even smaller, and he was standing in front of me again, and I noticed when he coughed, and in retrospect, I realized that he was in the car... No, he started coughing while taking pictures.

"You...are you catching a cold?" Yesterday I pulled him into the shower and he drenched a lot of cold water. Later, he surrounded me with a bath towel, but he wore wet pants for a long time. It was indeed very uncomfortable. prone to colds.

"No." Having said that, when the elevator door opened, he put his fist on his lips and coughed twice.

What's not, it's obviously sick?

I hurriedly chased him out, ignoring embarrassment and shame, I grabbed his palm hanging by his side and felt the temperature of his palm.

Fortunately, it is not very hot.

The door of the house is close at hand, but considering that there is still a surveillance camera inside, it is inconvenient to talk, so I can only talk to him in the corridor.

"Yesterday... I'm sorry." I stared at the lines on his fingertips, not daring to look at him.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, Ran Qingzhuang seemed to want to withdraw his hand, hesitated for a while, then gave up, and quietly let me hold it.

"Compared to sorry, shouldn't you say thank you to me?"

Oh yes.Thank you... Thank you must be something to say, Ran Qingzhuang has helped me a lot.I grew up so big, except when my mother gave me shit and pee when I was young, he was the only one who took care of my two taels of flesh.

I raised my head and whispered to him obediently: "Thank you..."

He looked at me for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, and replied, "You're welcome."

A vigorous night, in the thank you and impoliteness we both exchanged back and forth, it was revealed lightly like this.

After entering the room, Ran Qingzhuang said that he was a little tired and needed to go to bed early, and told me not to disturb him if I had nothing to do.

I agreed, and when the door of his room was closed, I called the restaurant downstairs and asked if they had any ginger juice.

"Ginger juice? There is ginger, I can ask the kitchen to squeeze you a cup."

I thanked the other party and asked him to send it to me as soon as possible.

15 minutes later, the doorbell rang outside, and the special ginger juice I ordered arrived.

The kitchen is also very honest, squeezed out a big cup, and still filter out the residue.

I'm afraid that this cup is a little too strong. After pouring it into the pot to heat and cook, divide a third of it and pour it back into the cup.

Holding a small half cup of ginger juice, I knocked on the door of Ran Qingzhuang's room, waited for a while, but didn't hear any movement inside.A little worried, I knocked harder again, but there was still no movement.

You won't be dizzy, will you?

I didn't care if he would be angry or not, so I just turned the doorknob and pushed the door in.

Ran Qingzhuang pulled the blackout curtain, and he couldn't see his fingers in the bedroom. Fortunately, my room had the same layout as his, and the switch was in the same position.

Pressing the switch, the light suddenly came on, the hill on the bed moved, and Ran Qingzhuang buried his face in the quilt.

Well, I can be sure that he is not dizzy, he just didn't want to open the door for me just now.

Pursing my lips, I walked to the bed, put the cup on the bedside table, and gently pulled Laran Qingzhuang's quilt.

"I asked the kitchen for some ginger juice, is it okay to drink it before going to bed?"

He was like a stubborn oyster, determined to stay in his warm shell, and no one could dig him out.

"Just a small sip..." I sat on the edge of the bed, coaxing me softly, showing the patience I used to coax my little sister to drink the medicine when I was young, "I added sugar, it's not bad to drink."

I finally found a gap to pry, I pushed and pulled, and finally pulled Ran Qingzhuang's head out of the quilt.He closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know if it was because of his physical discomfort or because of my noisy.

I touched his forehead to confirm that he did not have a fever, so I felt relieved.

"I won't quarrel with you after you drink."

Faintly, it seemed to hear him sigh.Stretching out his hand, he took my hand away from his forehead, and then sat up from the bed with his sleepless eyes open.

"Bring it." He said in a hoarse voice.

I hurriedly handed him the glass of ginger juice on the bedside table. He sniffed it disgustingly, and his brows frowned a little bit. He raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Just a small sip..." He stuffed the cup back to me, and said in a deceived tone, "Just take a sip... huh?"

I can't remember all the memories of the past, but what happened last night is not so easy to forget, it can even be said to be vivid.He just says one of those lines and I can recall the whole scene, from the first to the last.

As a result, my entire face instantly rose to an unprecedented high temperature like an explosion.

Of course I could hear that he was teasing me about my credibility with the events of last night and this moment.

"Man..." I pressed the cup firmly in my arms, arguing for myself, "Sometimes it's inevitable to talk nonsense."

With a chuckle, he lay back under the quilt again, and hurriedly said: "Okay, go out, don't bother me."

I stood up, adjusted the quilt for him, tucked it tightly to prevent the wind from entering, and then went out.

Ran Qingzhuang didn't wake up until ten o'clock in the middle of the night. When he woke up, he saw that I was still watching TV in the living room. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked me why I wasn't asleep.

I yawned, turned off the almost inaudible TV program, got up from the sofa, and staggered towards my bedroom.

"There is porridge in the refrigerator, I'm afraid you won't know when you wake up..."

When I walked to the door, Ran Qingzhuang suddenly called out to me behind me.

"Ji Ning..."

I turned around, and he didn't seem to know what to say to me next, looking at me with complicated eyes, and fell silent for a long time like this.

"What's wrong?" I was beating my heart when he saw it.

"...Thank you." He finally opened his lips, leaving me stunned, and turned into the kitchen.

Standing in place for a while, I went back to the bedroom with one hand and one foot like a robot with disordered programming, and closed the door calmly, then slid down the door slowly and sat down, hugging my knees and giggling.

Ran Qingzhuang... Will you say thank you to me?

He just thanked me...

Does that mean that he is about to forgive me?

Don't talk about high school, just what happened last night, if I was so entangled by others, like a hooligan, even if the object is Nan Xian, I might not be able to continue to be friends with him the next day— - How is that different from incest?

But Ran Qingzhuang not only helped me solve my physical needs very well, but even caught a cold because of it. I took care of him out of guilt and reason, and it was fine if he didn't vent his anger on me, but he even thanked me for it...

I took out my phone and felt that my mind was full of emotions, many words were intertwined and turned into words, but it was just a simple sentence.

[Nan Xian, do you believe that there are angels in this world? 】

Nan Xian happened to be asleep too, so she replied quickly, first she sent three question marks, and then asked me: "Are you going to believe in God with your mother?"

With trembling hands, I didn't care what he sent or asked, and continued on my own.

【I believe. 】

Nan Xian sent more question marks, obviously confused by me.

He is so nice.

I stopped paying attention to Nan Xian, pressed the phone to my heart, pressed the back of my head against the door, and couldn't stop thinking about it.He's really... really, really nice.