Kidney master

"Don't shake your hands when holding the gun, and relax your wrists." Ji Yi'an didn't notice Song Chu's sudden mood swings.

"Ah."

Song Chu responded, closed his eyes deeply, and when he opened his eyes again, he completely suppressed the small waves rolling in his heart, and returned to his normal expression.

Song Chu set up the gun again, this time before Ji Yi'an gave instructions, he fired and shot steadily at the center of the balloon.

She fired the remaining 16 guns at once, [-] shots hit [-] hits, and then arrogantly threw the gun into Ji Yi'an's arms, raising her eyebrows at him triumphantly, the words in her expression were self-evident.

"Well, talented."

Ji Yi'an boasted that although the shooting distance is far inferior to their professional requirements, he has to admit that Song Chu's serious shooting appearance is really handsome and attractive.

That kind of indifference, indifference and cruel indifference, like a backlash, ignited a fire in the bottom of my heart.

"Almost, next time I have a chance to go back to the Yunnan headquarters, I'll take you to the shooting room to practice real guns." Ji Yian said.

Song Chu said "um" with a slight nasal sound.

20 bullets, because of the mistake of the second round at the beginning of Song Dynasty, only 19 rounds were hit in total, and the doll could not be obtained.

"Wait a minute." Ji Yi'an stopped Song Chu who was about to go out.

Song Chu stopped, turned around to look at him, watched Ji Yian walk up to the boss again, said something in a low voice, and then walked back with another box of bombs.

The yellow balls were all stuffed into the magazine.

Ji Yi'an raised his gun against the light, his resolute and distinct outline was softened by the sunlight, carelessly fine and gentle came up from the bottom.

Song Chu looked at him quietly.

She was watching so intently that her heart skipped a beat when the crack sounded.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

Ji Yi'an held the gun with one hand, held it casually and casually, and pulled the trigger smoothly and quickly. Amid the dense balloon bursting sound, he silently and without hesitation pressed his index finger again. .

20 bullets, accurately strafing two rows of balloons.

Song Chu heard his own heartbeat speeding up in the whistling sound, the first time it was so strong.

**

The breeze blew up, curling her long hair.

She looked through the blown sand.

Ji Yi'an took the doll that she called for from the boss, and stretched out his hand towards her.

Song Chu stared at the doll in his hand without saying a word, and did not reach out to take it.

Ji Yi'an frowned, and urged her: "Take it."

"I do not want it."

"You fucking..." Ji Yi'an felt that this ancestor was digging her family's grave in the previous life, "Who said that just now?"

"It's too dirty." Song Chu glanced at the doll in disgust, then turned and left without hesitation.

"Fuck me." Ji Yi'an cursed in a low voice, and for a moment, eye-to-eye with the pussy-chirping doll in his hand, and finally embraced his fate resignedly, and followed Song Chu's footsteps.

Song Chu, who was walking in front, silently raised his hand, and gripped the fabric of the clothes on his chest so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Damn, stop dancing.

**

Due to Song Chu's sudden change of mind, the two went straight back to the apartment after shooting.

The doll that was exchanged for twenty bullets was casually thrown by Ji Yian on the sofa, but it was washed on the third day and hung wet on the balcony.

**

"At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, I'm going to take pictures in the tribes in the western mountains later, can you go with me?"

Shen Huan sent such a text message.

Song Chu was alone at home, and Ji Yian went out after answering a phone call early this morning.

She leaned on the sofa, put her legs on the coffee table, fiddled with her mobile phone, and thought for a while, she was indeed too bored, and the bar specially gave her a week off because she got married, so she had nothing to do at night.

So she replied slowly: "Go, where are you, I'll come to you."

"I drove the car, you send me an address and I will pick you up."

"I come."

After a while, Shen Huan sent her an address.

There are several tribes in the western mountainous area. Because of the dangerous terrain, the residential areas are scattered. Over time, tribes have formed, but most of them are simple and honest.

Because of the simplicity of the people and the lack of resistance, many people are oppressed by drug dealers. Under their instigation and coercion, they plant poppies all over the mountain for them. Although the government has intentionally managed it much better in recent years, it still cannot put an end to.

Song Chu put on makeup for himself. Instead of drawing the usual sharp eyebrows, he gently drew a few strokes along the shape of the eyebrows, even omitting the eye shadow and eyeliner.

She rarely wears such plain makeup.

So much so that Shen Huan was slightly surprised when he saw her: "Wow, it's changed."

Song Chu got into his car and said casually, "You've only seen me a few times, do you know what I was like?"

"It shouldn't be like this anyway."

Shen Huan picked up the camera and gave her a "click" to take a photo, "But it's also very good-looking."

Song Chu opened his eyes and glanced at him, and didn't bother to say anything.

In fact, she herself doesn't know what she should look like, and sometimes she can't tell the difference after wearing the mask for a long time. It's not her who is so coquettish in the bar at night, and it doesn't seem to be the one who is completely indifferent and murderous without blinking an eye.

"I heard that there are many poor people in the tribe over there." Shen Huan turned the car key, and the car drove out smoothly.

"Ah."

"Have you been there?"

"No."

"Don't you live here?"

Song Chu looked out of the car window and said calmly, "I'm afraid I'll get sick after watching those."

Hearing this, Shen Huan just slightly raised his eyebrows, without any other reaction: "Do you have any mental illness?"

Song Chu was amused by his reaction, and asked with a smile, "Why, from your reaction, you seem to have already seen that I have a mental illness."

"We who are photographers have nothing else but good observation skills." Shen Huan explained to her, "I had this feeling when I met you on the plane. I thought it was impolite to ask you when I met you for the first time. , I didn’t say that.”

"It's not polite to ask this for the third meeting."

Song Chu casually teased him, paused, and asked, "What kind of mental illness do you think I have?"

"Depression or neurasthenia or something, you always look like you're hiding something."

Song Chu let out a lazy "hmm".

Shen Huan asked, "Did I guess right?"

"Maybe, I haven't been to the hospital yet." Song Chu shrugged, "Maybe there is some bipolar disorder, I guess."

Shen Huan frowned: "You should go to the hospital, it can be controlled by taking medicine."

"Let's talk about it." Song Chu changed the subject and spread his hands towards him, "Can you show me the photos you took?"

"Of course." Shen Huan gave her the camera.

The previous photos are all the landscape photos here, from dawn to dusk to late night, the morning light is faint, the dusk is all together, and the night is deep. There are various pedestrians, barbecue stalls, and small bars in the background.

Those who are not familiar with the Golden Triangle will not believe that this is the source of drugs.

The last time Song Chu looked at the photos he took, each photo had a strong color of his own, in order to reflect the ugliness and danger of the Golden Triangle, but this time everything changed, he himself became a bystander, and the content of the photos was the only one. It is the theme, and this is the objective Golden Triangle.

"What you told me last time had a great influence on me." Shen Huan said while driving.

"Ok?"

"My previous photos came with a prejudice against the Golden Triangle, so every photo can be seen as ugly." Shen Huan shrugged, "I just discovered this time that the Golden Triangle is not only poisonous, but also has beautiful scenery, beautiful Rivers, simple and enthusiastic villagers and farmers."

Song Chu smiled: "Where is there a place that is all ugly."

"Well, I should have thought of you when I saw you that day. There are beauties like you in this place."

Song Chu rolled his eyes, but still smiled.

She continued to scroll back, and there were many photos of villagers, with earthen clothes and homespun cloth, wide streets and narrow alleys, and simple folk customs.

A tanned child with a mouthful of white teeth.

A peasant woman picking tea leaves on a tea mountain with a bamboo basket on her back.

Sitting on a small bench in front of the house, a woman staring at the camera with a confused face.

A short man with a white towel hanging from his shoulders on the barbecue booth raised his arms to wipe his sweat.

……

"I want to apologize for last time, I thought your mental illness was caused by the Golden Triangle," Shen Huan said.

Song Chu looked at the photo firmly: "It's really not because of the Golden Triangle."

"You said that the golden triangle relieved your mental state, but I never figured it out." Shen Huan paused, then turned his head to look at her, "Why is that?"

"It redeemed me." Song Chu put down the camera, "I am redeeming my sin."

"All gods are guilty." Shen Huan persuaded her.

"I am atheist."

**

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Shen Huan and Song Chu walked up the mountain path together, when they met a few villagers smiling at them.

Most of the indigenous people here speak the languages ​​of Burma, Thailand, and Laos. The tribe they came from mainly speaks Burmese.

"Do you speak Burmese?" Shen Huan asked her.

Song Chu: "Only a little bit."

"What are they telling us?"

"Hello." Song Chu also replied to an old woman who was clasping her hands together, "Mingo Labo." (Burmese: Hello)

The two walked up to the top of the mountain and had a panoramic view of the mountain scenery. The flowering period of poppies has passed, and the whole mountain is green.

"Fortunately, I decided to come again, otherwise I would have missed it."

Shen Huan took out his camera and started taking pictures.

Song Chu watched him take pictures for a while, then walked to the other side to see the scenery.

**

There are two children under the tree, sitting on a huge wooden stake.

Some white powder was stained on their clothes, staining the neckline and cuffs. The bright red clothes were obvious from the past.

One of the children was throwing a lighter in his hand and was saying something in Burmese, but Shen Huan couldn't understand.

He raised his camera and pointed at the two children.

He didn't rush to press the shutter, but continued to observe him through the lens.

He saw a child take out a bag of white powder from his pocket, with an indifferent smile on his face, and threw it in front of another person's leg.

The lighter was ignited, and under the powder, a cloud of smoke rose.

Shen Huan belatedly realized what they were doing, shook his hand and pressed the shutter button, and at the same time noticed that Song Chu was also captured in the corner of the screen.

"Early Song—"

Song Chu didn't respond, but took big steps, and rushed to the side of the child, his movements were out of her control, and he threw the powder and lighter away with his hand.

Flames burned her wrists.

"Early Song Dynasty!!"

She was abnormal, flushed, short of breath and out of breath.