Internet celebrity in the entertainment industry

Fan Luo's home is in the gentle Jiangnan, an undeveloped town.His great-grandfather was a former Qing Juren, and his grandfather was also a well-respected Confucian in the local area, while his mother was a lady from a wealthy family, and she never said a word aloud in her whole life.

As for his father, Fan Luo didn't know who his father was.

He lived in the big yard left by his great-grandfather since he was a child. In his memory, his mother often cried.Her tears are like the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, continuous and penetrating into the bottom of my heart.

When Fan Luo was ten years old, her mother, who had been crying all the time, finally shed her tears and returned to Xinghe.

Grandpa held his hand, and Fan Luoan quietly watched his mother being buried in the cold ground.

He didn't shed a single tear.

Mother had cried enough in her life, he couldn't cry anymore.

The compound was very quiet, and there was no crying when my mother left the backyard.Grandpa hired another aunt to take care of Fan Luo. After all, the aunt was an outsider. She could take care of Fan Luo's daily life, but she couldn't care for his heart.

Fan Luo's indifference probably started at that time.

Fan Luo's first camera was given by his grandfather's student. He brought a foreign gadget from outside. For the first time, Fan Luo showed great enthusiasm for a thing. He wished he could hold that camera 24 hours a day.He began to look at the world through that small lens, looking for scenery all over the sky, and he would even spend an afternoon waiting for the sun to hit the clouds from the mountain peaks, and the clouds showed a golden edge, reflecting the surrounding mountains.

Grandpa didn't say much about his obsession. He even gave Fan Luo a new machine and bought professional photography books for him in the next New Year.

At that time, Fan Luo was only 14 years old, but he had tens of thousands of machines.The water towns in the south of the Yangtze River are always humid, and my grandfather thoughtfully bought him a moisture-proof box.

Most of the time, Fan Luo was watching and then taking pictures with the camera.

I have read the photography book many times and learned a lot of techniques. Fan Luo really loves photography.

When Fan Luo was 16 years old, his grandfather passed away. At that time, Fan Luo was just in the first year of high school.Partial subjects are particularly serious, Chinese and Chinese studies are unmatched, but physical chemistry is a mess.Grandpa seemed to feel that he didn't have much time, so he called Fan Luo to the bed the night before, and told him to read as much as he could, and forget it if he didn't like reading.Grandpa's last words to Fan Luo were: "Fan Luo, I hope you can be a free person."

Free man, what is a free man?

Grandpa left that night, lay on the bed and stopped breathing without a sound, and when Fan Luo went to see him the next morning, his body was already cold.

There is no disease or disaster, it is just that people are old.

My aunt and Fan Luo have been together day and night for six years, and now there is only one child left in the Fan family. My aunt cried and asked her son to help Fan Luo take care of grandpa's funeral.On the contrary, Fan Luo watched his relatives buried deep in the ground again, but did not cry.

Nothing to cry about, they just went to a better place.

In his sophomore year of high school, Fanluo School held a school celebration and invited many accomplished alumni back from the outside.One of them brought his photographer friend over. The man saw Fan Luo's works and was very impressed. He also recommended a good school to Fan Luo, saying that Fan Luo would definitely become famous if he continued his studies.

Fan Luo didn't even know the name of that person. It seemed that this person was only a fate for a moment in his life, but it was a fate that determined his future.

Later, Fan Luo really worked hard and started studying, and was admitted to that school.He left the small town where he had stayed for 17 years and went to Haicheng.

My aunt is too old to send Fan Luo to school.Fan Luo bought most of the money left by the family for financial management, kept a little change on him, and gave a large sum to his aunt to help look after the yard.

Came to Haicheng alone with very little luggage, Fan Luo signed up, led the military training uniform, and found a dormitory by himself.When he finished packing his bedding and was sitting on the bed in a daze, a person suddenly came running outside.

"He ignored me and I ignored him!" The angry man coaxed: "What's wrong with learning photography! Learning photography is not a human being?"

The young man's voice was full of vitality, and Fan Luo looked towards the door.Sure enough, the slightly old door was pushed open in less than two seconds, and the sunlight came in, and even the boy's body seemed to have a golden light.

"Ah! Someone has already come! Hello, I'm Anxi."

Fan Luo's first reaction was that this person is really beautiful.

Anxi's body is 1.8 meters, carrying a box in one hand and tools in the other, and a big bag behind her.An's mother, who followed behind him, didn't take anything, but looked at Anxi helplessly.

"Why did you come so early? I thought I was the first one! I'll sleep on the opposite side of you, and I'll take care of you in the future!" Saying that, Anxi put her luggage on the bed opposite Fan Luo, with a look on her face. A tired expression.

Young man, clean and generous.

A ray of light suddenly shot into Fan Luo's cold and damp room covered with moss.

Bright and warm.

Facts have proved that it is not a bad thing to have a lively psychopath by his side, at least it has driven Fan Luo's popularity.Anxi can laugh out loud one second and burst into tears the next. Fan Luo often wonders if this is what grandpa called a free person?

They were just roommates in freshman year, and it was sophomore year that they really became close.

The little secret that was broken in the bathroom made both of them embarrassed, but since then they seem to have nothing else.Anxi, who has no barriers, is more casual with Fan Luo, and has no worries about messing around.

When Fan Luo first realized that he was not interested in women at all, he was still in high school, and the girl in the next class asked him to make a movie.The young girl's youthful body was wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit. She lay on the desk and let the light from the window shine on her smooth back. There seemed to be a charming fragrance in the buttocks that had been marked by the swimsuit. I feel nothing at all.

The girl blushed and didn't dare to look at Fan Luo, she gently took his hand and placed it on her chest, Fan Luo was silent for a while, packed up her machine and went out.

That photo was full of art and passion, and the effect was particularly good after post-processing, but Fan Luo never saw that girl again.He also began to realize that he might never have any interest in women in his life.

In his eyes, women are only his mother who weeps all day and his aunt who takes care of him.

Later, Fan Luo learned a lot about homosexuality, and he didn't know if he was gay. Anyway, he didn't have any feelings for women, so maybe he was.

He doesn't know whether he loves Anxi or not, even though they are always inseparable, even though he likes Anxi very much in his heart, even though he can't help but take care of Anxi, make him laugh and make him happy, but he doesn't know Do you love him.

Probably love?

Fan Luo was not sure.

Or maybe they just want to protect this difficult "freedom".

In the senior year, everyone was busy with their own lives, those who stayed in school, those who took the postgraduate entrance examination, and those who were looking for a job.For the first time, Fan Luo didn't know what his future should look like.

Anxi didn't know either, and asked Fan Luo to take pictures of him while shaking his two big white legs all day long, and said while checking Weibo: "Fan Luo, why don't we open a studio by ourselves?"

Fan Luo thought about the deposits in the bank, and felt that it was not impossible.

"it is good."

A few days after finishing speaking, my aunt's son called. A man in his 30s was sobbing on the phone, begging Fan Luo to lend him some money.

My aunt got very sick and had to have an organ transplant to survive. The family in the small town spent all their money to scrape together money for conservative treatment, not to mention other things.The aunt kept her son from telling Fan Luo, but the man couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't watch his old mother die little by little.

Fan Luo also had no choice but to watch his aunt die. He spent all his money to bring his aunt to Haicheng, and asked a teacher to find a relationship to send his aunt to the hospital.

After a lot of back and forth, Auntie finally got better, and Fan Luo didn't mention the matter of opening a studio to An Xi.

The aunt cried and held Fan Luo's hand and said that my son was suffering and I was sorry, but Fan Luo felt nothing.Perhaps in a deeper place, he has long regarded his aunt as his mother.

Because he owed a favor, Fan Luo went to work in the studio of his teacher and friend after graduation. He did extremely tiring work at a very low price. He was so busy every day that he cared about Anxi in his spare time.

After suffering like this for two years, one day someone suddenly asked him for Anxi's contact information, and one day Anxi finally went to a place he was not familiar with.

Anxi became an actor, did what he wanted to do, and met more friends.

Fan Luo was suddenly a little tired of being so mediocre and not knowing what he was doing every day.

He finally submitted his resignation to the company, and the boss tripled his salary to keep him, but Fan Luo still left decisively.He wanted to take a look at the different scenery, whether his mood would be better.

Fan Luo hated all new things, he thought for a long time where he could go, and finally returned home.

The courtyard is full of dusty atmosphere, and my aunt's son comes to clean it once a week, but he can't get rid of the loneliness of no one.Fan Luo returned home quietly. He stayed at home for a week, looked at his grandfather's collection of books, and went to his mother's boudoir to open the rouge box from ten years ago.

Photography was also left behind by him, and he was always in a state of being unmotivated every day. He thought he would continue to do nothing, but he never thought that someone would suddenly climb over the wall of his house.

When the bricks and tiles fell from the sky and fell crisply, Fan Luo was holding his grandfather's good wolf penis and was about to write. When he looked up, he saw an unknown object with yellow hair dyed like shit, with one leg dangling On the wall of my house, the other leg has not turned over yet, hanging there up and down and carrying a camera bag behind it.