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Duan Zhuo doesn't often have this kind of moment when his mouth moves faster than his head, he just dropped his words, but when asked the reason by Lin Jiawen, he couldn't answer.

It can't be said that it's because I don't like the photographer, and I don't want Jiang Sui's ass to be seen by other netizens, right?

After a pause for a few seconds, he turned back and pointed to the boxes of clothes next to him and said, "Let him take pictures of the spring and autumn clothes, which are warmer, and his skin is whiter than mine, and he can line up those clothes with brighter colors, which will save you the later stage." whitened."

When he said that, everyone including Jiang Sui didn't have any objections, but Lin Jiawen's gaze stayed on Duan Zhuo's face for a long time, then looked at Jiang Sui again, and raised the corners of his lips meaningfully.

The orientations of the two studios are opposite, except for the dressing room which is covered by curtains, the rest of the place is fully open, Duan Zhuo can easily see the photographer standing in front of him, and fall on the person on the opposite side body.

Jiang Suixiang is a kindergarten kid who is about to perform on stage, sitting obediently on the stool. His hair is naturally curly, and he goes to the barber shop to get it trimmed regularly, so Qin An hardly needs to work on his head, just to help him Pull bangs back and set with spray.

Lin Jiawen took off a light and familiar spring suit from the hanger next to her, a loose white shirt, straight-leg slacks, and a light coffee-colored cardigan. She tilted her head, compared it with Jiang Sui, and put on the slacks again. Changed to a lighter color.

In addition to the samples sent by the merchants, the studio also prepares a lot of clothes, shoes and socks as a match, but she tried several styles of pants and felt that something was missing.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Sui was not satisfied with her changing back and forth, and asked, "Is it because my face doesn't match the clothes?"

"No, no," Lin Jiawen shook his head, thought for a moment and said, "Where are your glasses, Lao Qin?"

"Which pair?"

"The one with the thin edge is the one I always say looks like a gentle scum."

"In my bag."

Lin Jiawen put down her clothes and ran out, and then came back quickly. Jiang Sui put her pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. They didn't have prescriptions, they were just for decoration.

Lin Jiawen smiled and said with emotion: "As expected, no one wearing this looks like a good person."

Qin An was helping Jiang Sui to take care of the hair behind his ears. Hearing this sound, he walked around to Jiang Sui to take a look, and the corner of his mouth raised: "It's really abstinence, I feel that his whole temperament has changed."

Jiang Sui curiously took out his mobile phone and took photos of the left and right sides, but he didn't feel any difference.

"Have it?"

"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask your friend." Lin Jiawen said.

Although Duan Zhuo didn't quite understand what kind of abstinence style they were talking about, he still recognized Lin Jiawen and Qin An's aesthetics.

Putting on the glasses and changing into the clothes, Jiang Sui didn't look like a sports student at all, not even a student, but he looked good.

Yang Siqi moved a chair and sat next to him, looked around and said: "What about the clips, put two more clips on the back, otherwise the one on the chest looks too loose. And the same on the waist."

Jiang Sui got up, lifted his trousers and said, "Give me another belt, it's too loose and keeps falling down."

"The belt is gone, or you should change into these pants. The belt is tight." Lin Jiawen handed him another pair of straight-leg suit pants.

As soon as Jiang Sui let go, the pants got stuck on his buttocks, revealing half of the gray underwear, Duan Zhuo frowned, this guy didn't know how to avoid taboos at all, he took off and put on in front of the girl, and he had sex with others Talking and laughing.

Even knowing the relationship between Qin An and Lin Jiawen, Duan Zhuo still felt a little uncomfortable. When he looked again, the black photographer crossed his arms and stared at Jiang Sui changing clothes with admiring eyes, and immediately became even more upset.

"Jiang Sui."

The person whose name was called suddenly said "Ah" and cast a puzzled look at him: "What's wrong?"

"Pull up your pants and move quickly, don't get ink stains, is there no photographer waiting?"

"Oh……"

Jiang Sui pursed his mouth like he was being wronged, and stopped talking, and Duan Zhuo added softly: "I'll treat you to something to eat after work."

Taking pictures is fun, but when people are framed in a small space, constantly changing clothes, and constantly posing to take pictures that others need but have no meaning to themselves, it's quite boring.

Duan Zhuo has been shooting for a few days, and he has already lost the freshness of this job. The only pleasure is to glance at the opposite side while changing clothes.

Jiang Sui's camera sense is very strong, and he also has a certain desire to express, which is completely opposite to Duan Zhuo. He just followed Qin An's poses in the beginning, and soon found the feeling.

In Duan Zhuo's view, his body language is very similar to the previous models. Whether it is the angle of raising his hand or the eye play, it is a little exaggerated. However, in the product photos, he doesn't care whether the movements are elegant or not. What he needs most is to catch people's attention. .

Duan Zhuo felt that Jiang Sui had done it.

The goods on the hangers were removed little by little by Yang Siqi, and a new batch was moved in. Lin Jiawen and Qin Yu helped iron them out, and then matched them and handed them to Jiang Sui. In this cycle, the memory of the photographer's camera was finally full.

"Give me a moment, I'll replace the memory card." Said the foreigner.

"What the hell?" Jiang Sui was puzzled again, "Look at Yousheng Piccolo?"

It was the first time for Duan Zhuo to hear him speak English, and he couldn't help but laughed out loud. He had heard Chinglish, Korean, and Japanese English, but he had never heard Northeast English.

What kind of magical species are Northeasterners?All the languages ​​in Jiang Sui's mouth seemed to have become Northeast dialect.

After laughing enough, Duan Zhuo explained: "He said he was going to change the memory card."

Jiang Sui's surprise was written on his face, and he tilted his mouth and said, "Can you understand this too?"

"His pronunciation is quite standard." Duan Zhuo said.

"Is this still standard? Gossiping is like sending a telegram to my mother. What kind of foreign fart are you talking about when you come to China?"

Probably tired from standing, Jiang Sui threw himself into the sofa beside him, with his long arms and legs spread out, and there were some clothes and trousers he had just changed. From Duan Zhuo’s perspective, he looked like a Soft sashimi topped with sushi.

Jiang Sui's jacket was short, and when he was lying on his stomach, he couldn't help showing a part of his waist. Looking at the round part, Duan Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled.

If it wasn't for the busy work, he might really be unable to help but put on top of Jiang Sui, hug Jiang Sui, and feel the flexibility of his butt by the way.

His thoughts were dragged away by other things, and Duan Zhuo's hand movements slowed down a beat.

"Are you hot?" The photographer looked at Duan Zhuo, "Why are you blushing?"

As soon as this remark came out, many people in the shed turned around, including Jiang Sui, who seemed to be wondering why some people would feel hot wearing underwear on the coldest day.

As if being scorched by the sun, Duan Zhuo was not only hot on his face, but also on his body. He pointed to the blower vent on top of his head and stuttered: "It's a little bit, the air conditioner is blowing right on me."

Yang Siqi found the remote control and adjusted the wind direction.

With Jiang Sui's help, the originally arranged shooting task was completed ahead of schedule. In addition, Jiang Sui also promised to come here to help until the third year of junior high school, so there is no need to rush too much in the next few days.

Yang Siqi glanced at his watch and asked everyone to go back to rest first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow.

"Don't pack things up, just put them aside, I'll fix them later, you guys go back to bed early."

Before going out, it was not past twelve o'clock, Duan Zhuo turned his face and asked Jiang Sui: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"It's already time, there should be nothing to eat, everyone must be at home for the New Year."

When he said that, Duan Zhuo knew that he must be hungry. In many cases, as long as it wasn't a direct denial, it actually meant wanting it.

"Go and have a look, there should be some supermarkets open." Duan Zhuo walked to the place where the bicycle was parked, kicked his legs, turned his head, and found Jiang Sui standing behind him, stunned, "You didn't ride the bicycle ah?"

"Well, I just arrived at school when I answered your call, so I took a taxi directly."

Jiang Sui had just come out of the room and hadn't adapted to the cold weather outside. He gasped from the cold, lifted his chin, and pulled the zipper of his coat to his neck.

Duan Zhuo let go of one arm, looked at the position of the beam and said, "Come on, I'll take you."

Jiang Sui grinned, got into the car, held the handlebar with one hand, took out the phone with the other hand and said, "I'm here to find out what to eat nearby."

It was dark all around, only Jiang Sui's eyes glowed with a little light.

Duan Zhuo stepped into the car, took off the scarf around his neck, hung it around his neck, and wrapped it around.

Jiang Sui turned his head, half of his face was buried in the plush fabric, he seemed to find it unbelievable, he blinked and asked: "Why give it to me, you are not cold."

Duan Zhuo tightened the scarf for him, and then put on the hat. He wanted to say, I am afraid that you will be cold, that you will get sick, and most of all, that you will be unhappy, but in the end he couldn't say these things out of fear of losing his sense of proportion.

He couldn't accept anyone or anything to destroy the relationship between him and Jiang Sui, including himself. Once some words crossed the line, it was like splashing ink on white paper, and no one could restore it to its original state.

In the end, he whispered in the wind: "I'll be hot when I ride the bike, please keep it for me first."

During the Chinese New Year, it was midnight again, and there were no shops with lights on in the whole street. The only one still open was KFC.

It really felt like being saved.

Duan Zhuo went in and packed two set meals and a wing bucket, ready to take back to the dormitory to eat, he handed the things to Jiang Sui, told him to take it first, and then stepped into the car.

Jiang Sui held the bag obediently at first, and then the smell of hamburgers wafted out of the bag, and Duan Zhuo saw him put his head in the bag and smell it, and asked in a low voice, "Can I eat one first?"

Duan Zhuo couldn't help laughing: "Eat, do I still need my consent? It was originally bought for you to eat."

Jiang Sui said: "I was thinking, I am eating here, and you are riding a bicycle, isn't it impolite?"

"Eat it quickly, don't care what I do."

Jiang Sui was worried that the things would fall, so he held the bag with one hand, and leaned against Duan Zhuo's chest. When he borrowed strength, he reached in with the other hand to take it.

In fact, he didn't even eat dinner, but seeing that everyone was so busy, he was afraid of disturbing everyone's work rhythm, so he was embarrassed to mention the matter of being hungry, and he was already very hungry at the moment.

The first thing he took out was a piece of chicken leg, which was still warm, and he quickly stuffed it into his mouth, and when he pulled it out, there was only one bone left.

There was a laugh in his ears, obviously laughing at his pretentiousness, when he turned his head, Duan Zhuo returned to his serious look.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how was the game going?"

"Not so good." Jiang Sui's face immediately collapsed, like a kid who didn't pass the exam, reading the results dryly, "I got fourth in 500 meters, No. 9 in [-] meters, and I didn't get a single brand arrive."

Duan Zhuo tilted his head and glanced at him: "Then have you tried your best?"

Jiang Sui raised his voice: "Sure! I try my best every time I compete."

"That's right, as long as you do your best, it's enough."

Jiang Sui sighed: "But it's because I tried my best that I feel a little uncomfortable. It seems that no matter how hard I try, I can't surpass them. Sometimes I even doubt whether I really should give up as soon as possible."

When the red light on the opposite side came on, Duan Zhuo pinched the handbrake and put one leg on the ground.

He never thought that these words would come out of the always optimistic Jiang Sui.

Perhaps everyone will experience such a moment in life, when love and pain collide with each other, causing people to become conflicted, anxious, and even fearful.

Duan Zhuo rested his chin on his shoulder and smiled lightly: "Are you really willing?"

Jiang Sui didn't speak, but Duan Zhuo knew the answer.

"Actually, you just need to figure it out. Humans are destined to suffer from the moment they are born. We experience setbacks and blows all our lives. You are troubled by this matter today, and you give up on it. Tomorrow, I will still be troubled by another thing. Happiness and satisfaction are small probability events after all, so we have been pursuing it. One day when we meet happiness, we will be grateful, and if we don’t, we will go for a walk, maybe It will be there in a second."

No one expected that at the moment the voice fell, there was a "bang", and a cluster of fireworks lit up the night sky above their heads.

"Hmm!" Jiang Sui pointed to the fireworks in the sky, looked at the time again, it was just past zero, and turned around in surprise, "New Year's Eve!"

Fireworks are constantly rising into the sky, flickering, blooming one after another in the thick night, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers coming from an unknown direction, it seems to be a good omen.

"Well," Duan Zhuo said with a smile, "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Jiang Sui grinned and watched the fireworks for a while, then put his hands in the bag again, "I think what you said is right, I was comforted by you."

"really?"

"Well, I don't intend to give up. Anyway, no matter what the result is, I have to look forward."

"That's right," Duan Zhuo tilted his head to look at him, "Who said that we wanted to train together?"

Before Jiang Sui could respond, a piece of spicy chicken wings was stuffed into his mouth. Duan Zhuo was stunned, and he clenched his teeth tightly. When he saw the green light on the other side, he started the car without haste. The corner of his mouth seemed to be pulled by something. It is running up.

"Ride faster," Jiang ordered him up, "You're wobbling like this, my ass is about to fall off."

"You can grab me." Duan Zhuo said.

"Hands are cold."

Duan Zhuo lowered his eyes and saw Jiang Sui tucked his hands into the sleeves of his coat, only a small piece of finger was exposed.

So I pulled down the zipper of the down jacket a little and said, "Put it in."