Attempted first love

Xia Yan followed the sound of the dog barking into the hall, just as the seabird was pecking Kitty's nose with its long and sharp beak, the large dog let out a low moan.

"Kitty, come." Xia Yan raised his hand to call the dog, bent down to rub its nose, and said, "It deserves it."

Looking up, I didn't see the prankster lying on the window sill just now, all the staff were busy packing up the equipment.

The assistant lighting engineer is not tall, with slender limbs, and it is quite difficult to disassemble the lamp stand on tiptoe.

Xia Yan tied the dog to the doorknob, walked over to help her take off the light box, and asked casually, "Finished?"

"The filming is over, Teacher Xia." The little assistant nodded, quickly put away the light stand, and went to pick another light box.

"I come."

After receiving the third light stand, Xia Yan recalled the positions of the first two light sources, and asked uncertainly, "Is this Bu's Rembrandt light*? Did you take a close-up?"

"Ah, Mr. Xia, you can even see this." The little assistant said with a smile, "It was an extra set of close-up shots."

"It was an extra shot," Xia Yan raised his eyebrows, "Isn't there such a thing?"

"No, it was originally for taking promotional photos of the work, not portraits. And Teacher Lu himself is not very willing to take pictures. It was Brother Chen who communicated with him before agreeing to add a close-up shot."

"So," Xia Yan took off the last light box, patted her on the shoulder, and joked, "It's hard work overtime."

"It's okay, it's work." The little assistant waved his hand, "And Mr. Lu is very nice, today's filming went smoothly."

Xia Yan was about to walk away, but stopped when he heard the words, and asked unintentionally, "You are very nice, what's so good about it?"

The words seemed provocative, and he added: "It's the first time I've worked with him, and I don't know much about it yet."

The two cooperated to put away the lighting tools, and leaned against the window sill to talk while the camera assistant was still checking the material.

The window is facing a large area of ​​artificial turf, and standing on the second floor, you can see the sea not far away.

The little assistant counted with his fingers: "I won't talk about the good looks, and the personality is also good, there is no airs at all."

As if embarrassed, she tapped the window frame with her nails, "To be able to make such a romantic exhibit, one should be a romantic person."

"Maybe." Xia Yan replied.

A few minutes later, the photographer walked in from the exhibition hall, saw Xia Yan, and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"Passing by." Xia Yan said, still not seeing Lu Zhouyu, he asked euphemistically, "Did the filming go well?"

"It went very well. I went to make up the empty shot again. I guarantee that you will be satisfied with this announcement."

The photographer is over [-] years old and his surname is Chen. He has a tough and rough appearance, but he is a Virgo who pursues perfection. His works are famous for their delicateness.

Having collaborated many times, it was rare for Xia Yan to hear positive feedback from him, so he couldn't help asking with a smile: "Didn't you say that magazines don't publish portraits, why did you add a group of close-ups?"

"Creative inspiration bursts out, I can't stop it." The photographer took the camera off his neck, clicked into the album and handed it to Xia Yan, "I can keep it as a collection."

The latest photos are all empty mirrors, the photographer stood aside, Xia Yan couldn't quickly skip over them, so he had to look through them one by one.

Before turning to the close-up picture, the photography team has put away the tools, "Brother Chen! Let's go."

Xia Yan handed the camera back to him, and said in a businesslike manner: "Brother Chen, send me a copy of the selected photos, and I will make a backup."

"Definitely." The photographer hung the camera back around his neck, lifted the camera bag at his feet, and said politely, "Thanks for having you."

In the middle of saying thank you, Xia Yan was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"I told Mr. Lu that you thought it looked good and wanted to take more sets, and he agreed."

The photographer finished speaking in one breath and walked away.

A group of mighty people left, and the exhibition hall was instantly empty.

For this shooting, the pavilion is temporarily closed to the public until [-]:[-] pm.

Xia Yan took out his mobile phone, and with half an hour left, he took Kitty into the exhibition hall, placed it in the center of the exhibits full of flowers, took a few photos from different angles, cut and edited them slightly, and sent them to State of the art social platform.

The copywriting is as clear as ever, only "Kitty and flowers", but a cartoon expression of a little flower is added to the suffix.

After sending, Xia Yan turned off the phone and heard footsteps coming from far and near behind him.

"All gone?" Lu Zhouyu walked in, her hair slightly wet on her forehead, holding a makeup remover towel in her hand, and there was still unwashed red paint on the side of her face.

"Let's go." Xia Yan replied, raising his hand to stroke under his temples, "It hasn't been wiped clean yet."

It should be makeup for the photo shoot, Xia Yan didn't see the photo, and couldn't imagine the effect.

The paint was particularly stubborn. Lu Zhouyu wiped it repeatedly, but there was still a faint redness.

"A little lower, there are more." Xia Yan said, and couldn't help but stepped forward, grabbing a corner of the tissue, "Why don't I come, you can't see."

"Where?" Lu Zhouyu asked at the same time, without releasing his fingers.

A tissue was grabbed by two people, Xia Yan paused, then withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and rubbed his fingertips, "I'm sorry, I moved subconsciously."

Lu Zhouyu glanced lightly over his fingers, and asked again: "Where is there?"

"This one," Xia Yan raised his hand, and stroked it from his temples to his chin, "you should wipe it a few times."

Finally wiped it clean, Xia Yan said: "Okay."

The skin at the temples was torn out a tinge of red due to vigorous wiping, and it still looked like it had been painted over. Xia Yan couldn't help but ask, "What did you paint on your face?"

"Flowers." Lu Zhouyu threw the tissue into the trash can, feeling itchy, scratched the side of his face with his fingers, and frowned slightly: "Didn't you see it?"

"Not yet." Xia Yan replied honestly: "Brother Chen said he would send it back to me. Do you need negatives? I will forward them to you."

"no need."

The shooting time ended, and pets were not allowed in the exhibition hall when it was open to the public. The two walked out of the exhibition hall with the dog, and the shared bicycle Xia Yan rode was still standing beside Dongqing.

The doorman, Xiao Li, saw him coming out, and shouted enthusiastically, "Mr. Xia, are you done with your work? Don't forget to ride the car!"

"Thank you." Xia Yan replied to him, and pushed into the car, inevitably thinking of the absurd things that happened when he rode the bike over.I thought that Lu Zhouyu would ask about Shen Qi, but he didn't ask until he walked out of the museum area.

There is no parking area for shared bicycles around the exhibition hall. Lu Zhouyu wanted to take a taxi on the main road, and the two of them and a dog continued to walk under the shade of the trees.The tree crowns stacked on the top of the head are steamed with the fragrance of grass and trees, and a few strands of golden sunlight are separated from it, and the floating dust dances in it.

Xia Yan thought for a while and said, "That boy today is young and not very polite, don't take it to heart."

Xia Yan realized that the exhibition hall was very close to the lawn when he was talking to the lighting assistant at the window on the second floor. With the windows wide open, he could even hear the conversations of passers-by downstairs.

He wasn't sure when Lu Zhouyu was lying on the windowsill, and he wasn't sure if he had heard Shen Qi's slanderous words.

The voice fell, just as a group of girls who looked like middle school students were bustling and passing by the side road, their laughter was clear and melodious.

Xia Yan took the opportunity to turn his head to the side and saw Lu Zhouyu's quiet side profile, the bluish blush still remained at the temples, and he didn't look angry.

But he doesn't speak.

Xia Yan added: "If I offend you, I apologize for him, don't be unhappy."

"Is he your cousin too?" Lu Zhouyu laughed and asked, turning his head.

"Ah?" Xia Yan reacted for a moment and said, "No."

"Then why do you apologize for him?" Lu Zhouyu said casually while holding the dog, "I'm not unhappy either."

Walking to a fork in the road and about to say goodbye, Xia Yan scanned the QR code to park on the side of the road, while Kitty bid farewell to Lu Zhouyu at the side.

Xia Yan suddenly thought of asking him how he knew Kitty's name, but then he thought of another more important question.

After paying by mobile phone, he walked over, took the leash, and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"What?" Lu Zhouyu squatted halfway, letting the dog's front paws step on her knees, and raised her eyes to Xia Yan when she heard the sound, "Say it."

"Brother Chen said, you don't want to show your face in the magazine, why?"

His gaze collided with one high and one low, Xia Yan saw his lips move, and the amber pupils reflected faint green.

Obviously he was the one who stood condescendingly, but Xia Yan swallowed slightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and his heart began to palpitate inexplicably, thinking about the answer he was about to say.

It seems to be aware of something in the dark.

Lu Zhouyu looked at him and said, "Participating in this exhibition is not to show your face to be famous."

is the answer.

Seven years ago, the reporter who broke into the studio, after repeatedly inviting Lu Zhouyu for interviews but being rejected, thought that the college student was arrogant, put down his harsh words and left.

Xia Yan was about to catch up with him to reason with him, but Lu Zhouyu grabbed his cuff, "Let's go eat."

The sensor lights in the corridor went out, Xia Yan stomped his feet angrily, woke up the lights, and asked puzzledly, "Why don't you want him to interview you?"

"I'm going to eat," Lu Zhouyu stood on the lower stairs, raised his head and smiled at him calmly, "Hua fainted from hunger all morning."

Xia Yan stood still, and he said again: "I did this because I was interested, I thought it was fun, not for the magazine."

He was also laughing when he said this, but his voice was inexplicably heavy, hitting the uneven concrete walls around him, and it lasted for a long time.

That conversation has passed for a long time, so long that it cannot be traced back, and was even forgotten in that cramped stairwell.

Seeing that he was silent, Lu Zhouyu patted the dog's head reassuringly, and stood up, "Do you want me to show my face in a magazine?"

Thinking of not long ago, when the two of them were discussing the plan, they half-jokingly told him to print the photos on the brochure to attract the audience, Xia Yan quickly said: "I don't want to!" , it depends on what you mean, if you don’t want to, you can’t log in.”

The two stood facing each other, Xia Yan looked away unnaturally, feeling that the red paint on the side of Lu Zhouyu's temples had not been wiped clean, so he stared at that spot.

The words of farewell were on the lips. Before opening his mouth, Lu Zhouyu seemed to notice his gaze, and suddenly raised his hand, curling his knuckles to reach his chin, and asked, "What's wrong, didn't you wipe it clean?"

"It seems to be a little bit." Xia Yan squinted his eyes, not sure if it was the residual pigment or the color of the skin itself.

He approached again without a long memory, and his fingertips barely stopped before touching the skin, "You wipe it again."

"Point it out for me." Lu Zhouyu said, taking out a tissue.

"Here." Xia Yan slowly pressed his fingertips to the side of his face, and seeing that he was not repelled, he gently stroked the red mark.

Neither of them spoke.

The burning sensation in the fingertips was still there, and in the next second, Xia Yan used his fingertips to linger past his face again, and after realizing it, he said: "It's not the paint, you are allergic!"