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Gong Jiang sat on the deck chair on the balcony, quietly enjoying the pleasant spiritual feeling brought by the smell of tobacco.The night falls lightly, and the sprinkled black is like the brilliance of precious stones, and every angle embodies art that does not belong to any category.

This is the first time he likes the color of the night so much, it can calm people's mind and make people peaceful.

He put down the mobile phone screen dominated by Taiji's news, let out a mouthful of smoke rings leisurely, and indulged his body into the softness of the reclining chair.It's been a month, and he finally broke free from the hell of being questioned and rejected, and returned to a decent paradise. It's just ridiculous and sad that he used improper means to forcefully pry Lu Danian's mouth open.

The wind picked up, blowing through every strand of his hair, sweeping up a lonely and cold breath.He looked at the darkness of the night with emotion, took a puff of cigarette lightly, and continued to indulge in the tranquility of the night.

"Xiao Jiang, I'm back." With the opening of the door, Feng Ying's loud and clear voice swayed in.The distance from the entrance to the balcony is only about ten steps, as long as you listen carefully, you will hear Feng Ying's shout.

Gong Jiang didn't respond, the cigarette in her hand was burning sporadically, illuminating his face faintly.The blackness of the night wiped away the color of the scar. Looking carefully, he is very handsome, with slightly raised phoenix eyes full of seductive colors, and a mole under the corner of his mouth provokes a bit of tenderness. He sits there, as if frozen It becomes a picture of the coexistence of heaven, earth and man, comfortably and harmoniously.

Standing behind Gong Jiang, Feng Ying stared at the back that was hardened by reality, and silently took a thick cotton coat from the hanger, walked behind Gong Jiang, and covered the cotton coat, including the person and the clothes ring. in my arms.

"Huh?" Gong Jiang was stunned, "When did you come back, why didn't you say anything?"

He said it when he came back.But Feng Ying didn't tell Gong Jiang, he hugged Gong Jiang's shoulder from behind, like a coquettish big boy, rubbed Gong Jiang's cheek: "It's so troublesome to say, why don't you come directly to find Xiao Jiang."

Gong Jiang has become immune to Feng Ying's close contact during this time, and treats him like a child, without thinking about what signal this ambiguous gesture reflects, he pats Feng Ying's arm: "You will scare me to death like this Do you know?"

"Oh, then I..." Before Feng Ying finished his rhetoric, a few sneezes burst in abruptly, spoiling the scenery.

"It's cold outside, go back inside." Gong Jiang took off her coat and wanted to put it on Feng Ying, but Feng Ying rubbed her nose, shook her head and refused: "No, I sneezed because..." Feng Ying paused, Looking thoughtfully at Gong Jiang's fingertips, she dodged into the room, "I'm going to cook."

Gong Jiang followed his gaze suspiciously, holding an unburned cigarette between her fingertips, the smell of tobacco slowly dissipating in the wind.It seemed that every time he smoked, Feng Ying would not be by his side. He realized something and stubbed out the cigarette.

While Feng Ying was cooking, Gong Jiang took a bath and changed into a new set of clothes, the strong smell of tobacco was replaced by the fragrance of the bath.

Feng Ying handed the chopsticks to Gong Jiang.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, just pass me some chopsticks."

"No," Gong Jiang stared at Feng Ying affectionately, "Thank you for your care and help during this time. To be honest, if you didn't remind me at that time, I might not have thought that I could solve the problem in this way. "

"Oh, I also heard from my friend." Feng Ying held his chopsticks in his mouth and mumbled, "He said that men are not allowed to cry, and they can talk with their fists if they have anything to do."

——"Why cry? Men are not allowed to cry. If you have anything to say, you can speak with your fist!"

Fragments of memory suddenly emerged, and Gong Jiang's fingertips trembled involuntarily, and she almost couldn't hold the chopsticks.I remember that year, when he came out of the debridement room just after the wound was stitched up, the little boy jumped up and hugged his thigh with a tube of snot dripping on his face, crying so loudly that he could not help crying. Be willing to bow down.

Gong Jiang's ears really couldn't stand this kind of demonic brainwashing, so she picked up the little boy, and while wiping his nose clumsily, she taught him harshly: "Why cry, men are not allowed to cry, just talk with your fists if you have anything to say!"

The little boy was bluffed, tears swirled in his eyes, but he was strong enough not to fall, he rubbed his eyes pitifully, wrapped his short arms around Gong Jiang's neck, and curled up in Gong Jiang's arms like a wounded puppy. : "Big brother, then, when I grow up, I want to be a hero, and I will use my fists to help you drive away the bad guys and protect you."

Gong Jiang smiled and pinched the little boy's face, just like treating her own child, with incredible gentleness.

The chapters of memory turned over in her mind, Gong Jiang suddenly clenched her chopsticks and asked, "Who told you this sentence?"

Feng Ying put a spare rib in Gong Jiang's bowl: "My friend."

Gong Jiang's heart shrank: "How old is he?"

Feng Ying said plainly, "It's the same as me."

17 is old.

The little boy was ten years old at the time, and because of his small size, he looked like he was seven or eight years old. Now seven years have passed, and he is exactly 17 years old.The age of Feng Ying's friend matches that of the little boy, so it is very likely that it is the little boy!

Gong Jiang's face was filled with joy: "Where is he?"

"I do not know."

A flat "I don't know" made Gong Jiang's smiling face come down again.

Feng Ying stuffed a bone into his mouth, and said casually: "Wa Lai Zuo is the one who recruited him (I came here to find him)."

Gong Jiang pulled out the bone in his mouth with a dark face: "Speak seriously."

"Oh," Feng Ying didn't take it seriously, picked up the bone, and sucked the bone marrow loudly, "I heard from my friend that I'm a model here, and I wanted to find him, but my parents didn't allow me to go out, so I stole it myself. ran out."

"Being a model?" Gong Jiang became interested, "What's his name?"

"What are you doing?" Feng Ying became alert, "Xiao Jiang, why do you care so much about my friend?"

"He," Gong Jiang organized her words, "he may be someone I know, and I want to see him." In fact, he just wanted to see how the little boy was doing, and wondered if he had been affected by the shadow over the years and had a good time. OK.

"It's useless to tell you, I can't even find him."

"Can you tell me his name first?"

Feng Ying crunched the brittle bones, threw away the gnawed bone, and continued to fight for the next bone. It took him a long time to dry out three words: "Shangguan Juntian."

Shangguan Juntian?The corner of Gong Jiang's mouth twitched, Mary Su didn't even dare to say the name in Taiwan, did such a person really exist in reality?His brain immediately screened and filtered the names of known models, but he couldn't find a clue after racking his brains: "This model's name is very strange."

"So, it's useless for you to look for him." Feng Ying wiped his hands after finishing his bone, "I came here just to be a model, maybe I can meet him if I mix with him. He treats me He is a very important person, I really want to see him, but you just won't let me into the circle, so distressed."

Gong Jiang choked in her throat with a mouthful of rice, and couldn't get up or down, why did it sound so unpleasant?It seems that he has done something unreasonable, and he should apologize with a guilty and sincere heart. "It's for your own good that I stopped you from entering the circle. If you insist on entering, I don't care about you, do I?"

"Huh? I'm here to eat yours and use yours. Of course you can control me." Feng Ying said it in an orderly manner, as if it really was the case.

Gong Jiang raised her forehead in wonder: "Yes, I was wrong, I should ask your opinion first."

"Then how will Xiao Jiang compensate me?"

"...I stopped you from entering the circle, and it didn't cause you any big losses, right?"

"Yes," Feng Ying counted with his fingers, "If you don't let me in, I will be very irritable and sad, and then I will be depressed, causing chest tightness and palpitation. After a long time, I will collapse, and then I will go to the hospital and finally die. A lot of money to see a doctor, ah, so troublesome."

"..." Gong Jiang's face was dark, "Then how do you want me to compensate you?"

Feng Ying picked up another bone, and said absently: "It's simple, just let Xiaojiang be my exclusive manager."

An exclusive manager means taking him alone and not taking anyone else, which means that he is Gong Jiang's financial backer, and Gong Jiang should treat him well and put him at the center.

Gong Jiang hesitated for a long time and agreed.

For him, Feng Ying is no longer a simple roommate, but a close friend, who may be called "family" at a deeper level.

Feng Ying once said that in the eyes of his parents, he is not a human being, but a puppet that does not allow resistance and self-thinking. He must spare no effort to complete the cruel tasks assigned by his parents, such as learning foreign languages ​​and musical instruments, and then clean himself up properly. Be decent, and be a good display for your parents to show off in public.

"What's the difference between having such a family or not?" Feng Ying's innocent face was full of maturity and sadness that didn't belong to his age.

Because of this sentence, Gong Jiang resonated with Feng Ying, a poor boy and a rich boy, the rich and the poor did not cause a gap, but instead formed an indelible bond.

They are the same kind of people, all homeless "orphans".

Mr. Feng Ying said that Gong Jiang is a family member, not joking, but in his pure world, the family is only those who treat him well and put themselves in his shoes.

So Gong Jiang's bowl of noodles, a bed, and a sentence that forbid him to step into the swamp of the fashion circle hit the softest part of his heart, softening it completely.

As for Gong Jiang, he has never received love since he was a child. His family members dislike him, and his younger brother is afraid. There is still a ray of sunshine in this world, such a bright sunny day.He can never forget that rainy day, the white umbrella that quietly walked into his heart, it was Feng Ying who carefully picked up his broken heart, then gave him a warm embrace, and took him away from the darkness.

"Family" used to be an unfamiliar word, but because of Feng Ying's arrival, it has been endowed with a familiar meaning.

Since the two are family members, why not work together?

Gong Jiang gave Feng Ying all the fashion magazines and materials she had kept privately, and asked him to be familiar with every second-tier or above brand product, style, feature, and model preference before entering the industry, and find out the style that suits her. .

"Some models have changeable temperaments, which can be suitable for different styles and occasions, but I hope you can fix your style, shape it into a style that only you can show, and then make a name for yourself." Gong Jiang said with certainty, "Looking for clients I will do the things for you. What you have to do is to improve yourself. First, start with shaping. You are 187 in height and 135 in weight. To meet the international male model standard, you should give me at least one centimeter in the short term, but be careful not to grow too much. The standard is 188 to 190. The weight is too light, at least 140. From today on, give me nutritious meals to gain weight, and then follow me Let's exercise together to build muscle. Is there any problem with the above?"

"No." Feng Ying shook his head obediently, "I will do whatever Xiaojiang tells me to do."

"Okay." Gong Jiang closed the notebook, "I'll give you half a year. I won't work for this half year, and I will concentrate on practicing with you. If you don't meet the requirements for half a year, I won't care about you." The training time given by the company is average when a model enters the industry. It was only two to three months, and he was very tolerant of giving half a year. He hoped that there would be more time and that the pressure should not be too tight, but Feng Ying didn't appreciate it.

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Feng Ying: "I heard that I'm about to embark on a brilliant career as a supermodel, where is the applause?"