Yamakawa

Xie Qiujie was silent for a while, looking down at the sunlight on the floor, the sunlight had already retreated from the living room, and the temperature of the air conditioner was just right.

"It was very difficult for me to find a job. At first I worked on an assembly line, but after I came here, I tried many places."

But without exception, they all failed. First, he did not have a high degree of education, and second, he was disabled. Many jobs were not suitable for him, and many places did not want him.

At that time, he had already stayed in this city for a month, and the money could only come in and out.

He remembered that it seemed to be very late that day, the temperature in Star City was very low, the wind made his whole body chill, and he was rejected by five or six places.

When squatting on the side of the street, he thought disheartenedly, forget about going back to the factory, probably only the factory is the most suitable for him.

He was ready to go back to the factory. He went into the store where he was working and wanted to buy a cake for a while, thinking that after eating this cake, he would go back to Guangdong to work.

Probably, it is really a bright future.

He was lucky to meet the store manager, who was about to hang up the recruitment information on the store door, and he asked the store manager if he could do it.

The store manager took a look at him and thought he was a college student looking for a part-time job. He told him that being an apprentice was tiring and the salary was not high, and asked him if he would like to stay in the store like this.

As soon as I stayed, I stayed until now and became a full-time employee.

In fact, he never thought of making desserts before. He likes to eat them, but he has never been in this industry. At that time, he only wanted to find a job, as long as he could make money and survive.

"Desserts heal me and I love my job now."

Xie Qiujie looked at Xia Youqing, "What about you?"

"What am I? A photographer?" Xia Youqing leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, looking at him with a smile on his lips.

Xie Qiujie replied quietly: "Yes."

"Dream, I've wanted to travel the world since I was little."

"Thanks to the autumn festival, this world is actually very beautiful. The mountains and rivers of the motherland, snow-capped mountains and deserts, grasslands and skylines, and thousands of miles of infrastructure, no matter which ones are beautiful, they are all worthy of my departure."

"What about your money?" Xie Qiujie said.

This is a very realistic thing. Only when you have money can you talk about travel, ideals, and distant places. When it is the situation where he just wants to survive, everything is too far away.

He is a very realistic person and cannot talk about ideals.

Xia Youqing said: "Actually, my family's situation is mediocre. I don't have money to travel around the world. I bought my first camera after entering a factory after the college entrance examination. Before I became a travel photographer."

"I have worked in Beijing for more than two years. After all, the economic foundation determines the superstructure. Without money, I can't go to many places. When I was in Beipiao, I was in the same situation as you before. I squeezed out of renting a house and subway, and when I was busy with work, I couldn't go to many places. Never rest for three nights."

Xia Youqing gestured for a photo frame with both hands, and took a picture of Xie Qiujie inside, as if taking a photo of him.

"Later, I saved enough money and set off. I left Beijing to go to many places." Xia Youqing's eyes lit up, and his whole body seemed to have light, "Xie Qiujie, next time I will show you my photo album, this world is really beautiful , you have to believe that it will definitely shock you.”

Xie Qiujie looked at his young and handsome face, and asked an irrelevant question, "How old are you?"

Xia Youqing didn't react, "25, what's wrong?"

"..."

Something is wrong, something is always wrong.

Xia Youqing looked at Xie Qiujie's confused face, and couldn't help laughing, "Xie Qiujie, what expression do you have?"

"I didn't say that my grades were not good. I didn't get into the major I wanted to study in N University. After two years of studying, I didn't continue to study. In the third year, I dropped out of school."

"..."

Xie Qiujie asked with a wooden face, "Did your father beat you?"

Xia Youqing had a childish complacency on his face, "He wanted to hit me, but I went to Beijing, so he could only think about it."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

This man is really free and easy, to the point of being too free and easy.

Key universities drop out when they say they want to drop out, and they go to Beijing when they say they want to go. After working hard there for two years and building a foundation, they turn around and travel around the world.

this person.

Comes and goes as freely as the wind, so free and easy that no one can catch him.

The refrigerated dough was taken out, Xie Qiujie cut the dough into small cubes with a knife, and brushed the surface with egg yolk.

Set the oven temperature and time, put in the oven and bake.

"Ten more minutes."

Xie Qiujie returned to the sofa. On the coffee table were two cups of steaming black tea and a plate of nice soft mochi.

Xia Youqing had just finished eating a few mochi, and the rich milky fragrance bloomed in the taste buds. The glutinous rice was dense and smooth, with a fragrance of its own, very simple, but it left people with endless aftertaste.

With the rich taste of black tea, the afternoon becomes long and comfortable.

An unknown movie was playing on the TV, Xia Youqing half-closed his eyes, and the summer in Star City seemed to be getting more comfortable.

Chatting casually with Xie Qiujie one after another, very peaceful, as if he had suddenly arrived at the harbor after so long wandering.

10 minutes later, the oven dinged.

Xia Youqing said, "The oven is ringing."

Xie Qiujie walked into the kitchen, took out the hot scones, and served them out on delicate plates.

A burst of creamy aroma hits the nostrils.

Xia Youqing eagerly reached out his hand to touch it, but was slapped by Xie Qiujie. Xie Qiujie glanced at him: "It's too hot, let it cool down."

The egg liquid on the surface of the scone is baked until it is burnt golden. It is uneven, but delicious and beautiful. The black color of Oreo and the yellow layer baked by flour are stacked, which looks like a beautiful little cake.

Xia Youqing laughed, "This afternoon tea is really time-consuming. You still won't let me eat it until Scone is finally here."

Xie Qiujie made tea for him again. The soup was red and orange, clear and bright, and served in a white porcelain cup.

"Then you go."

"I don't, I can eat it after a while, and I will lose money if I leave."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

"Thank you for the autumn festival, how many more things will you make?"

Xie Qiujie drank tea and said slowly, "I can have some desserts."

Halfway through the film, Xie Qiujie looked at the film and suddenly asked, "You have worked in a film crew before, did you film any TV?"

Xia Youqing thought for a while, "Have you watched Bailu Weishuang? That is the most famous TV series I have followed."

There was a TV series two years ago. Xie Qiujie heard about it but didn’t watch it. At that time, it seemed that many people around him watched it, and some people gave him Amway, but he didn’t like to watch TV after he became deaf.

Except cat and mouse.

Xie Qiujie: "I heard."

"Those scenes were basically shot on the spot. I took a group of people to wait for the sun and the sunset in one place. Those lake lights, rime, grasslands and the end of the horizon were all polished frame by page. The strong The visual contrast and the harmonious beauty that complement each other are both beautiful."

"I basically shoot live action shots, as well as long shots and long shots."

Xia Youqing said: "Technology is slowly polished. At first, I could only shoot flat things. When the picture becomes a story, it must flow and have a sense of story."

Xie Qiujie asked: "I will be your model, is it a picture or a video?"

Xia Youqing smiled: "Both."

Xie Qiujie: "..."

"Don't worry, my video editing skills are also very good, and I have directed micro movies and MVs before."

The air conditioner cooled down quickly, and Sikang was a little cooler, Xie Qiujie signaled that Xia Youqing was ready to eat.

He was a little curious, what would Xia You do without photography, and many things he said were inseparable from the camera.

He thought so and asked.

"I can also put on makeup, edit pictures and plan in the later stage, go to the sea, swim and climb mountains, do you feel that I have earned money." Xia Youqing smiled, picked up the scone and took a bite, speaking vaguely, "By the way, you You still need makeup in the future, so you shouldn’t be allergic.”

I don't feel like I've earned it.

Xie Qiujie put on a wooden face: "We can talk after eating."

Talking while eating, he couldn't understand at all.

After swallowing it in one gulp, Xia Youqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said in surprise, "This is delicious!"

The taste is a bit naughty, not as soft as the cake. Take a bite, the outside is crispy and the inside is tender, the taste is mellow, sweet and greasy, and it doesn't make him feel greasy at all.

The rich milky taste and the bitterness of Oreo blend well, opening up the taste buds at once.

The black tea followed closely, the mouth is gentle, the lips and teeth are fragrant, after a while, the sweetness lasts for a long time.

Black tea and scones are a perfect match.

Xie Qiujie savored the taste of Scone very slowly. It tasted good. No wonder even Zhang Ailing commented that it was smoother than a cake, light and not sweet.

Xie Qiujie observed Xia Youqing's expression and saw that he really thought it was delicious, so he thought about making more in a few days and sending it to his elder brother.

Send Xia Youqing away, and this afternoon tea will be over.

Xie Qiujie was extremely calm. He looked at the back of his hand, and he could clearly see the light blue blood vessels, which had been pricked not long ago.

In the past, whenever Xie Qiujie fell into a world-weary mood, it was always difficult to get out, and he just wanted to find a corner to be quiet.

But this afternoon, it seemed that because of the existence of another person, it became leisurely and soothing.

The next day, Xie Qiujie was working, and during the break, he caught a glimpse of Xia Youqing taking a picture of him with a camera, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his face.

He frowned and looked at Xia Youqing.

Xia Youqing said to him: "I found that you only have the most natural expression when you don't know the existence of the camera. Once you find the camera, you subconsciously frown and dodge your eyes, and your expression is unnatural."

Xie Qiujie glanced at the lunch box in his hand, and then at the camera in Xia Youqing's hand, "Can I not take pictures when I eat?"

Xia Youqing coaxed: "You have to learn to adapt to my camera, you stay in the back kitchen every day to bake pastries, I can only let you adapt when you are free."

Xie Qiujie stuffed his mouth with vegetables and chewed expressionlessly.

"When are you going to work at the front desk? I'll take pictures of you at work first. The theme is well thought out. Your work clothes match you very well. You don't need to change clothes. It's almost as if you're acting in your true colors."

The front desk is generally responsible for cashier, drink production and service. Xie Qiujie also likes to make drinks, but the service requires communication, which will be a little inconvenient for him.

"..."

Swallowing the food in his mouth, Xie Qiujie couldn't believe it: "I seem to be a model, not an actor."

Xia Youqing waved his hands to comfort him, "Almost, the pure pictures are good-looking, but there are too many good-looking photos, which will not leave a deep impression on people. Therefore, we need to increase memory points, so that people can not only think that this photo is good-looking In addition, there are other impressions, which can be atmosphere, story, or character design.”

Xie Qiujie didn't understand, he just wanted to eat quietly.

Xia Youqing seems to have a problem with the director's planning. Xie Qiujie feels that this is no longer an occupational disease of ordinary photographers.

The photographer in his impression seems to be the photographer who took the ID photo. He told him to tilt his head a little, turn his shoulders upright, and smile.

He smiled forcedly.

He asked with difficulty: "Do you also take pictures of landscapes?"

"Of course not." Xia Youqing said, "When shooting landscapes, I will try to maintain an objective feeling, or keep its original taste according to the characteristics of that place, but whether it is a scenery or a photo, in the eyes of different people It will produce different feelings, so photography is actually a very subjective thing.”

Xie Qiujie: "..."

He was wrong.

He thought that the model was simply posing according to the scene, but he didn't expect that Xia Youqing's model would have so many trivial details.