Bojun and Xiao never have islands

It's August.

The weather is still so muggy.But the hottest topic in town these days is that the super typhoon is expected to make landfall next week.

The photographer has been resting at home for more than half a month.All the pre-execution of the work has been completed, and he let go of the entire post-work part, working remotely at home, occasionally giving some advice, and enjoying his leisure.

"Are you leaving customs today?" The same WeChat, the trafficmanager sister, has been posting for the third day in a row.

"I don't want to." The same answer.

As soon as the wechat here was sent back, the phone call came over there.

"The reply was quick today! Let me tell you, the film I shot in Hokkaido last time has already been released on the street. This time the production progress is very fast, and TVC will be launched soon..."

"Well. That's good."

"The rhythm is really fast this time, thank you for your hard work."

"Sister, you are so polite all of a sudden, I can't get used to it! What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I want to ask you, is your condition better? Come back to work when you're done."

The photographer sighed heavily and said, "Okay. I'm going to work now."

It was already lunch time when we arrived at the company.

Entering the office, the LED work wall at the door has updated this set of films into the carousel screen.

The golden advertising space on the main road in the city center has also been replaced with this huge advertisement - it is a photo taken before the rainstorm in the flower field, without excessive post-production, it seems to have saved the screenshot of that moment at that time.The photographer remembers that the wind was blowing when he pressed this photo——

The racer broke a dandelion from the side of the road, looked at it quietly, and didn't blow it at it, as if he was studying it. The next second, the wind picked up, and the dandelion seeds were scattered by the wind, and they fell on his face , so the racer closed his eyes... At this moment, the photographer captured the scene.

In the advertisement, there are handsome profiles and shallow smiles, as well as the flying of dandelions and the trajectory of the wind.

The photographer liked the light and shadow of this moment very much, as well as the young face shining in the orange-red sunlight in the sky, and the corners of his lips pursed slightly.

This is "Summer Love Letters".

"Great!" The photographer adjusted the aperture and pressed the shutter three times.

The racer was about to speak when a dandelion flew into his mouth.The racer immediately spat out the fluff from his mouth, and before he had time to be embarrassed, he heard the photographer ask.

"What is the taste?"

"Mr. Xiao wants to try it!" Said the racer, holding the dandelion stalk with only bare roots in front of the photographer.

The photographer still pointed the lens at him, focusing on his hand.

Then the clouds closed and the rain fell...

When the photographer drove by and saw this huge advertisement, he couldn't help sighing, the father of the funder chose this photo to be the main KV of the publicity, what a vision!Advertisements are placed on the main roads leading to the CBD, which is really well-recognized!

Until the sound of "da da da" high heels sounded, the photographer withdrew his thoughts.

"I'm back." The trafficmanager sister tapped the photographer's shoulder with the key card in her hand, "How is it? Are you adjusted?"

"Not good." The photographer looked aggrieved and rolled his eyes.

"This set of 'Summer Love Letter' is very good!" The trafficmanager pointed to the screen that happened to be broadcast in rotation, "It really makes me feel like a girl."

"It's rare for you to praise me, even twice a day. I really wonder if you are planning something..."

"Hmm! Are you following the next match?"

"The two-month vacation is still valid?"

"You've overdrawn half a month in advance."

"Okay!" The photographer tilted his head in frustration and walked to the office.

I thought the photographer would continue to haggle with unreasonable words, but I didn't expect him to give up resistance like this. The trafficmanager was a little surprised.

Ding--

The photographer was waiting for the heated beef cheese croissants at the Starbucks downstairs of the company when a new message popped up on his phone.

"Are you free next Monday, Happy?"

It was a message from Lao Zheng.

Next Mon?Next Monday is August 8th...

On the way back to the office, the photographer thought about this date and felt a little familiar, and had a vague premonition of something, if he didn't guess wrong...

The photographer clicked on the social account of the racing driver himself, yes!Sure enough, it was the birthday of driver No. 85.

The photographer replied: "Okay!"

Lao Zheng immediately dumped the PUB position in Beijing.

The photographer took a bite of his lunch and was almost scalded by the hot cheese.

"Sorry, I have been stationed in Shanghai recently."

Old Zheng responded with three silly smiles.

The photographer thought about how to reply, and deleted and typed a sentence: "I'm sorry...Is it Xiaobo's birthday that day? Is it a birthday celebration for Xiaobo's classmate?..." How should I say this sentence...The photographer Thinking about it, it's not wrong to talk to Lao Zheng about this.

"Last time I owed you a drink in Zhuhai, and this time, it will be twice!" The photographer once again adopted a strategy of avoiding the important and taking the light, bringing the conversation back to his safe zone.

Looking at "the other party is typing" on the other side of the screen for so long, what I waited for was such innocuous words.

"This time, you owe me a birthday drink instead of Xiaobo."

"So it's Xiaobo's birthday~" The photographer thought of 500 reasons to avoid work next Monday, but finally gave up.

Lao Zheng stared at the screen, really worried for his teammates.

"Then remember to wish Xiaobo a happy birthday~"

After reading this sentence, Lao Zheng directly buckled the phone on the table.

"Failed, Xiaobo. Give up!" Old Zheng patted him on the shoulder,

The downcast eyes of the racer were like counting the dust at his feet, a little lonely.The racer felt that there was an invisible protective shell around the photographer. The last time he saw this protective shell transformed into the armor of a golden saint, the racer was afraid of a way and asked the photographer to blacken himself into a black hole. go.

Both the active approach and the roundabout invitation have failed, so should I really give up next?

Ding--

The racer's cell phone rang.The racer's eyes lit up again.

Old Zheng leaned over and took a look.

"Let me wish you a happy birthday! [Champagne][Champagne][Champagne] I can't come to your birthday climbing ladder on Monday! [Regret][Regret][Regret]"

The racing driver returned a shy thank you expression in a silly manner.

"He's impeccable in what he says and does..." Old Zheng complained in a low voice, it's really rare to see such a face-changing scene of a racing driver.

"For birthday presents, please help me with my advice?" Lao Zheng fell silent when he received the news, and he was really tight-lipped.

Photographers have recently gone back to their nine-and-nine lives.Three meals a day are almost all settled in the studio, and I have lost the concept of time.

Even on August 8th, the photographer thought that he just took pictures all night, but he didn't expect to pick up his mobile phone after work, and it was almost time for dinner.

The photographer was a little annoyed looking at this point in time, isn't it a bit late for the birthday greetings to happen now?

If you want a racer, there will be a racer.Without giving the photographer much time to regret, his call came in.

"Mr. Xiao, let's have dinner together?"

The photographer yawned uncontrollably and said, "I'm in Shanghai."

The photographer heard the vague sound of the airport announcement from the other end of the phone, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

The racer said: "I am in Shanghai."

The photographer was a little confused. At this point in time, the racing driver himself should appear at his birthday party, right?

"What would you like to eat?" the racer asked.

"Hey! It's your birthday, listen to you."

"hot pot."

Hearing these two words, all the sleepiness of the photographer disappeared instantly.

Today is a rare time for two people to meet without a camera, without a job, and without a party.

When seeing the racer standing at the intersection, the photographer felt a little strange. Recently, the racer appeared unscrupulously on the billboards in the streets and "met" with him.Now, at this moment, I appear in front of him.

Facts have proved that it is an immature idea to eat hot pot on the spur of the moment - eight o'clock.The two waited for a seat at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant with a number plate of love, and there were more than fifty tables in front of them.

"It's good luck if you can eat it before midnight!" said a young couple waiting for a seat next to them.

The photographer yawned again, his eyes were red, and the eye sockets were bright and moist.Go around and find out if there are so many people waiting.

"Mr. Xiao." The racing driver patted him.

"What's wrong?" the photographer turned around.

The racer said seriously, "Let's not wait."

"No!" said the photographer, "For birthday, you must eat whatever you want! The wish of the birthday star must be fulfilled!"

"Need not."

"No!" The photographer yawned uncontrollably again, and the hot pot aroma in the air poured into his mouth, "You see, the birthday is the end of the previous year and the beginning of the next one. .Only by living this day smoothly and heartily can we be worthy of being one year older, ah no, only then can we start a new journey, right? So we must have this hot pot meal today."

Racers find this statement a bit amusing.

"Let's go, let's eat a cake first. Come and make a wish, I hope we can have hot pot before midnight." The photographer pushed his arm and walked to the other side of the mall.

"Actually, you want to eat it yourself!"

The racer stared at the muffin cake on the glass counter of the cake shop, with a candle inserted in the middle.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" The photographer sang the birthday song softly, clapping the rhythm in his hand, "Make a wish!"

The photographer's lips parted slightly, showing his rabbit teeth and looking at him expectantly.

"Mr. Xiao sings really well." Said the racer, "I hope to hear Mr. Xiao singing birthday songs on my birthday in the future."

"Quickly make a wish!" The photographer just wanted to take this sentence as a joke.

"I'm done."

"Make a wish, you!" the photographer gritted his front teeth and warned, but he couldn't control the blushing of his cheeks.

The racer suppressed a smile and bowed his head to make a wish.

Sure enough, it should hit a straight ball!I really hope that the next straight ball will be in the middle!

Blow out the candles and cut the cake.For a small muffin cake, the racer didn't even need to cut it with a knife, he just squeezed the paper cup and gave half of it to the photographer.

After eating the small chocolate cake, both of them wanted to eat hot pot very much. There is nothing that can relieve the sweetness and greasy than the heavy fresh and spicy food at this moment.

Finally, before midnight, the two had this hot pot meal.

The steaming hot pot in the middle of the table made the person opposite him hazy.

"I forgot to thank Teacher Xiao for his birthday present." The racer put down his chopsticks and said, "That number is unique."

Mentioning that number, the photographer became a little shy.Fortunately, with Lao Zheng’s popular science and recommendation, he found a shop where motorcycle riders often go to customize helmets, and he can also add a little design to the painting.

"No thanks! As long as you like it." In fact, it is more gratifying to be noticed by people with small thoughts.

The racer took advantage of the time before midnight to post a Moments, posted a photo of many gifts and trophies in his mobile phone, and simply thanked everyone for their birthday wishes and care.

For a while, comments and likes flooded in frantically.

The photographer held his mobile phone and gave him likes.

At this time, a staff member of the team asked: How many helmets have you received this year?

The following began to count.

Counting to 12 for a while...

The photographer looked up at the person opposite.

The racer knows the messages of these mutual friends, he has seen them all.

The racing driver explained without hesitation: "There really can't be too many helmets."

The photographer nodded and said, "That's right. It's the same as the camera and the lens."

If you look closely at the photo, you will find that, except for a brand new helmet that has been unwrapped in the gift pile in the middle, there are rows and rows of helmets covered with dust bags on the shelf behind.On the side of the unpacked new helmet, there is a color-contrasting design combining the number "22" and "85", blending the two numbers together.It was the one he gave.

But in fact, the most indispensable birthday gift for a motorcycle racer is a helmet!the photographer thought.I don't seem to know anything about him.

The next morning, sister trafficmanager came into the company holding two cups of coffee and brought the latest news:

"You know, since their boss praised the picture of the dandelion. The advertising company has now set a standard, and the current hoarding must have a picture of the dandelion. Especially outside the shopping mall that their boss must pass through to and from work! This year, the entire fourth floor of the shopping mall will open their online test shop, and now the construction has just started, and there is this huge advertisement outside the entire glass curtain wall..."

The photographer lacks interest.

He felt that the dandelion seed had been planted in his heart, it was very itchy, and he wanted to pull it out.

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