Bojun and Xiao never have islands

The photographer did not return to the room.He sat on the balcony upstairs, pulling the glass door, watching the wind and rain outside.Only the back of the racer is left.

Obviously it was something that had been put down a long time ago. The photographer felt that every part of the past was his own, but he had already said goodbye to that part of the past. It's not that he couldn't mention it, but there was no need to mention it again.

The racing driver knocked on the sliding glass door and said, "Mr. Xiao, go to bed early!"

"What a bad night." The photographer laughed at himself, "Typhoon day, what should two people do at home?"

The photographer talks to himself.The strange weather will make people feel lonely in their hearts. Listening to the girls in the office talking about the daily sweetness, he thought, in this weather, the two of them seem to be very happy when they are together.Of course, he should have thought that there would be misunderstandings and unhappiness between the two under the same roof.

In fact, there are some things, not because of hindsight, but because we don't want to face them directly.Like, he should be able to tell that the racer kid is afraid of watching horror movies, but he still bears to watch them all with him.Like, he should have been able to find out that this kid was showing affection to him intentionally or unintentionally, but he chose to ignore it several times.

"What?" The racer didn't hear clearly.

The glass door was pulled open, the photographer said.

"I'll tell you a story."

"No, Teacher Xiao doesn't need to tell me. I don't want to know your past relationship, I... don't care at all." The racer said eagerly.

"..." Is that so? I don't care at all.

Sensing the disappointment on the photographer's face, the racer continued to explain: "I just want to say, I like you in person. I don't care about the rest, and I don't care what those weird people say. You are you .”

The photographer suddenly laughed with a "hum", shook his head, and then his signature smile.

"You say it like this, as if my past was terrible, so I can't talk about it."

"You know, I didn't mean that." The racer felt that he still didn't make it clear.

"Then you listen to it as a story."

The racer nodded.

The story is like this.

When the singer was not a well-known singer, when the photographer was just an overseas student.They met in far away Europe.

At that time, the singer was singing on the side of the road, and there was a piano case in front of him. When the photographer passed by, he would quietly listen to a song, and then put a piece of change for him.After a few times, they became friends.

At that time, the singer wrote a new song and would sing it to him first.In fact, the photographer is also very good at singing, and I will help him to sing together, and I will perform together when I have a party with my friends.At that time, many photos and videos were taken, some of them were in their mobile phones, and some were in the mobile phones of friends.

All the friends around me believe that they are lovers above AUO and not full.

When other people in the online world don't know who they are, these photos, videos are just sharing of life.

And when the singer returned to China to develop.With a company and fans, following the clues, the group photos and videos from the past will be infinitely magnified by the microscope.Even if they post the same cat and call it Zaizai, it can be used to make a big fuss.

"At that time he was preparing a new solo album. I helped him with the graphic design and photography of the new album."

From the time they met, they waited two or three years for the opportunity of this album, but with the exposure of several small chorus videos, the public opinion environment and the malicious misinterpretation of troublemakers are likely to make this opportunity disappear forever.To prevent all efforts from going to waste.The singer's company issued a statement to clarify the misunderstanding, and at the same time the lawyer issued a letter warning him.

Among the production team, the photographer disappeared.

Originally, the funds were limited, and the company wanted to spend all the expenses on music production.All other expenses are minimized as much as possible.At first, the photographer had just returned to China to start his own business and formed his own team. He almost didn't make any money for this project.But as the photographer withdrew, the design team for the entire album was directly replaced by another well-known design team in the industry. The boss of this design company is the senior of the photographer.The seniors made the appearance, and the photographer contributed, but the singer didn't know about all this.

Later, the singer exposed a relationship.

They also tacitly stopped contacting each other.

This is his story.

On the balcony, the two sat side by side on the ground, looking out the window.Suddenly it was quiet, only the sound of rain outside the window.

"That's it," said the photographer, taking the last sip from the jug.

The racer said, "I see, Mr. Xiao. Thank you for telling me."

The racing driver lightly touched his empty can with the beer can in his hand, said: "Cheers." Then he finished the drink with his head raised.

That's why the photographer only said it was the rumored boyfriend.

That's why the photographer feels that he can't even define the story of two years ago.

That's why photographers hate gossiping with unimportant people and hearing them comment on things they don't understand.

"Has he ever eaten your cooking?" the racer asked suddenly.

"Hmm..." the photographer nodded.

The racer twitched the corner of his mouth, showing displeasure.

By this time the sky was bright and the rain was still falling.The photographer burped his beer, and covered his mouth with a huge yawn.The photographer blinked vigorously, pulled himself together, rubbed his pants with both hands, stood up, and said in relief: "Go to sleep!"

"Ms. Xiao, I like you. Please think about this matter seriously."

The racing driver reached out and grabbed his wrist, still maintaining his sitting position, looking at him like a dog.

"Good," he said.

Something inside the photographer was egging him on.

"I will seriously consider it."

In the morning, the racer is awakened by the scent coming from downstairs.

The bread I bought yesterday was baked in the oven until it was full of aroma. The coffee machine was working nervously to drip out a cup of mellow American style. In front of the stove, the photographer was pouring oil into the pan.

"Morning." The racing driver went downstairs with his slippers on, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up at the scene he saw.

"Good morning!" The photographer was wrapped in tenderness in a cotton and linen home clothes. The racing driver took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee and stood behind him to watch his every move.

"Should the egg be fried on one side or on both sides?" the photographer said while breaking an egg into the pan with one hand.

"All……"

The photographer squinted and turned his head, warning with his eyes.

"One-sided."

After getting the answer, the photographer turned back satisfied and continued to cook breakfast seriously.

gentle?The racer thought, probably a little overbearing.

Outside the window, the wind and rain have been blowing for a whole day, and it has not stopped. The two of them have become accustomed to the sound of the howling typhoon, and only regard it as the background sound.

In the morning, the photographer received the itinerary from the planning team, and they will have a conference call to communicate directly about the next race schedule.

The photographer will be in Prague next week and then on to the Brno circuit.And the racers would go straight to Brno.

The photographer muted the phone and listened carefully to the other party to sort out the whole process.I couldn't help humming Prague Square, a fairytale city with such distinctive Baroque and Gothic styles, which made photographers yearn for it.The brand plans to make this itinerary into a street photography cheat book. The photographer looks at the planned route and calculates the battery needed every day.

"For 1500 sheets per day, about 3 batteries."

The photographer turned off the mute and replied in the work group.

Speaking of the arrangements for the Bone Church, he turned off the mute again and asked, "Can the Bone Church be filmed?"

"Human bones...the church...?" The racing driver who was leaning on the sofa playing mobile games suddenly felt creepy, "Is there still such a place?"

"Hmm...the interior of the church is decorated with human bones, there are probably more than 4 human bones..."

"There are so many?!" The racing driver's pupils trembled instantly, and he stopped looking at the villain's position in the game, and stared directly at the photographer.

"Well. It's written in the materials here, look—" the photographer turned the computer screen in his direction, "it's very artistic."

"That's not necessary." The racing car withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the game.

"It's not scary..." the photographer murmured to himself, turned back resentfully, and suddenly saw that the silent mode of the phone hadn't been turned on since the beginning, and felt that the air was quiet at this moment.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while and asked, "Mr. Xiao, shall we continue now?"

……

The conference call lasted for more than an hour, and finally all the itineraries were matched.Next weekend's race photographer will be in Brno ahead of qualifying and he will meet the drivers in the paddock on Saturday.

This is the second time for a racing driver to race in the Czech Republic, but as before, the only thing he knows about this city is the track.Prague and Brno are only a two-hour drive away, but that's the difference between the inside and the outside of the paddock.

"How is Brno different from other tracks?" asked the photographer.

"Brno doesn't have a very long straight, with 6 left and 8 right, a total of 14 turns... The absence of a big straight means that it is difficult for a car with an absolute straight line and high horsepower advantage to play here..."

"Then your team has a straight-line advantage..." the photographer blurted out while listening, "Ah! If this is confidential, you don't need to answer me."

"No. There is no advantage, but our team has good feedback on the current test data of this track. Let's see how it plays then."

"Why are you so humble all of a sudden." The racer shifted his gaze from the computer to the racer's face, a little inconceivable.

"Let's talk about the matter."

When it comes to motorcycles, racers get serious.

"But I'll be on the podium," said the racer.

The photographer joked: "Oh? Are you so impolite?"

After finishing speaking, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were curved like two crescent moons, and the corners of his mouth were firmly pressed together: "I believe you will."

The typhoon in Shanghai finally left before the working day.

The racer also coincidentally chased the typhoon back to Beijing.

It takes eleven hours to fly from Beijing to Prague, and twelve hours to fly from Shanghai to Prague.

Vaclav Havel International Airport in the early morning, in front of the baggage carousel, a man in black and black hat is sitting, with a skateboard under his feet, shaking the skateboard under his feet from side to side, staring at the flight taking off and landing on the big screen of the airport Time and baggage carousel reminder.

Ding--

"I've landed." A new message popped up on the man in black's phone.

"I'm by the luggage carousel."

Half an hour later, the photographer ran to the luggage carousel with a huge shoulder bag on his back.

"It's been a long time!" The photographer was a little out of breath, "What do you want to give me?"

Before the plane took off, the racer only sent a WeChat message saying that he would give him something at the airport, but did not say what it was.The photographer spends half of the voyage editing the outline of the subject for the shoot, and the half of the time sleeps groggy.When I got off the plane, I wore a neck pillow around my neck.

"This." The racing driver spread out his palm, it was a box of eye drops.

But not the ones photographers use on a daily basis.

"Don't worry, I have eye drops." The photographer took off the neck pillow and put it on the bag while talking, and patted the small pocket on the outside of the bag.

"I asked the team doctor. Those eye drops you used are too irritating to the eyes. There is a lot of wind and sand in the arena. This kind can relieve eye fatigue, and it has the effect of eliminating inflammation... It is also milder."

"Actually, it's more refreshing to put some stimulating drops in the eyes. It feels as if the eyes are really being healed..." the photographer said his nonsense seriously.

"Take it."

The racing driver put the eye drops on the photographer's hand incredulously, and curled his fingers again.

"Got it. Got it." The photographer suddenly thought of something, where are the rest of the team in this huge airport?

At this time, it happened that an urgent call from Lao Zheng caught up with the racing driver's mobile phone.

I only heard the call on the other end of the phone.

"Smelly boy, come to the parking lot!" The racer was yelled so that his ears hurt, and he hung up the phone and looked at the person in front of him with some embarrassment.

"I'm leaving?"

"Go!" The photographer waved and said, "Thank you. I hope everything goes well."

"Everything is going well. See you at the weekend."

The photographer nodded and watched him leave on the skateboard.

A sunset and sunrise, the two flew from different places to the same airport, met in just a few minutes, and then went back and forth for their respective loves.

thought the executive who was waiting for the luggage after the photographer.Did she just see something pink that she shouldn't have seen?

Later, the photographer updated a set of colorful photos on the social platform, and wrote the corresponding camera brand and various parameters as usual.

In the comments, the photographer left a message for himself, "Let's watch the sunrise together tomorrow!"

- Squat a group of teacher Xiao's sunrise photos to share!Also, will it be time-lapse?

-Are you trying to trick me into taking wedding photos in Prague?

The next day, sure enough, at sunrise, the two sent each other a piece of salted egg yolk.It's bright and dazzling, but it's not aesthetically pleasing from a photographic point of view.

The author has something to say: -Why are there no aesthetics in both photos?

- Probably the tacit understanding between idiot couples!Bar?

Thank you all for being here.Two more chapters to finish