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The time shown on the photo is three years ago.

Luo Yuchuan speculated that it was the time when Jiang Miao joined the photography club when he first entered Z University. Based on this calculation, Jiang Miao should still be in his junior year, so why did he drop out?

He doesn't know much about photography, but he still recognizes the brand of the SLR camera in Jiang Miao's hand in the photo, which is not cheap.

He also heard a joke called "Three generations of photography are poor, SLR ruins one's life", or it may be "SLR is poor for three generations, photography ruins one's life".No matter which statement is used, the meaning is the same: playing with SLR and taking pictures is a very expensive hobby.

It can also be seen from Jiang Miao's photography skills that he definitely didn't start playing photography until he joined a photography club.

That's why, from a promising student of Z University, he became a clerk in a shoe store?

health issues?Economic issues?Family accident?

In just a short while, Luo Yuchuan had already written seven or eight scripts for Jiang Miao to drop out of school due to misfortune.

He remembered again, yesterday in the bar, when he realized that Qiao Ruige's target had been the "lipstick boy", he breathed a sigh of relief.

I also remember what he said to himself when he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luo Yuchuan, you are really terrible."

Now, he said to himself again, it was too bad.

Regarding Jiang Miao, he still had many doubts in his heart, and he knew almost nothing about this person.

But he couldn't lie to himself, after recognizing Jiang Miao from the group photo, he felt uncontrollable joy from the bottom of his heart.

that's terrible.

Before leaving the house in the morning, Jiang Miao left a note for Wu Xia, reminding him that there was porridge in the rice cooker.

Wu Xia didn't go to work today, maybe because he was drunk, he didn't get up in the morning, and kept sleeping.

Jiang Miao went into his room to check twice, and after confirming that he just didn't wake up and couldn't get up for any other reason, he decided to leave it alone.

He has a class this afternoon and has an appointment at noon, so he is in a hurry.

On the subway, I received a text message from Hu Chengjie, telling him not to worry, and saying that the food has been ordered, and he can eat it when he arrives.

Jiang Miao put away her phone, thinking that she and Hu Chengjie hadn't seen each other for more than two months.

Hu Chengjie said before that he would go to Hunan to shoot some works, but he didn't know if he had been there.

The small restaurant that Hu Chengjie made an appointment with is about two subway stations away from the shopping mall where Jiang Miao works, so there is no need to worry about being late.

When Jiang Miao arrived, the food was ready, Hu Chengjie poured him a glass of water first, and then pushed over an IPAD.

Neither of them was in a hurry to move their chopsticks. Jiang Miao looked at the photos of Hu Chengjie's trip on the IPAD, with envy and eagerness in his eyes.

Hu Chengjie went to an unknown mountain village in Hunan. According to him, he didn't choose a destination when he traveled. He drove all the way and turned in when he saw the road conditions were good. There was an unexpected harvest.

The photos are beautifully taken.

It is also different from the mountain village scenery in Hunan that we are used to.

"I took these photos to the competition. A magazine held a photography competition. It is estimated that the results will be announced soon."

Jiang Miao looked at the photos again and nodded. He thought there should be something interesting.

Hu Chengjie's shots mostly record the natural and peaceful original ecology of mountain villages, which is his forte.

And Jiang Miao is good at taking pictures of people.

He likes to observe and study people through the lens, always trying to capture the unique or uncommonly seen side of the subject.

After seeing the photos, the two began to eat.Hu Chengjie was used to running outside, and he ate very fast. Jiang Miao was quite hungry at first, but because of his rhythm, he felt full after just two bites.

He silently filled a bowl of soup and drank it slowly.

"By the way, I still have a business appointment with you today." Hu Chengjie swallowed his food, and raised his chin at Jiang Miao, "Have you accepted a job recently?"

Without waiting for Jiang Miao to reply, he went on to say, "My studio has been too busy recently, and the appointments have been scheduled for three months. If you accept the job, you will be doing me a favor."

Hu Chengjie opened a photography studio. Although his forte is taking pictures of natural scenery, the studio mainly focuses on taking personal portraits.

He was ten years older than Jiang Miao, met on a photography forum, and later became friends.

After he finished his last bite of food, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "I'm telling you the truth, why don't you quit your job in the shoe store and come to my studio, not to mention anything else. shops, and those who do tutoring are higher.”

Jiang Miao put down the bowl, took out a tissue and slowly wiped her mouth.

"I have equipment, assistants, etc., you can use whatever you want," Hu Chengjie took out a pack of cigarettes, smoked one, put it on, and was about to light it, then took it off and smiled apologetically at Jiang Miao, "Oh, I forgot, you allergy."

"It's okay, I want to smoke."

Jiang Miao's trachea is not very good, and he will feel suffocated when he smells smoke. Friends who know it try not to smoke in front of him, but he never forces his friends to endure it for him.

Hu Chengjie shook his head and stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case: "I've been thinking about it for a long time when I tell you this. If you come to my place, you are not considered an employee, you know? We cooperate, and you are considered a partner of my studio." , do not take salary, count as share..."

"Brother Jie," Jiang Miao interrupted him, "Thank you, thank you for trusting me so much."

"Where are your skills?" Hu Chengjie clicked his tongue. "Actually, if you don't come to my place, just go to a studio or photo studio. It's better than going to a shoe store, right?"

Jiang Miao smiled slightly, but didn't answer.

When he came out of the house, Jiang Miao took only a set of cameras with him, which he bought with the money he had saved as a tutor, and Jiang Ze'an seized the rest.

The only thing that was taken away was Jiang Miao took it to a pawn shop because he had no money, daily expenses were tight and he had to rent a house.

At that time, he also held a deep breath in his heart, thinking that even if he didn't rely on photography, he still had to earn money to redeem the equipment.

So he didn't go to the photo studio, didn't go to Hu Chengjie, and went to the shoe store in the shopping center with Wu Xia's introduction and help.

Maybe no one cared what kind of money he was betting on.

But he just wanted to fight hard.

What's more, he also had reasons for not wanting to bother Hu Chengjie.

"Do you think what I said makes sense?" Hu Chengjie stared at him and said.

Hu Chengjie has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a deep outline, and often goes out to take pictures. He doesn't pay attention to maintenance, and he doesn't pay much attention to his clothes. He always wears a jacket everywhere. The label, at first glance, has a somewhat fierce temperament.

However, Jiang Miao knew him too well, and when he stared at him, he felt that those eyes were like those of a puppy, wet and full of straightforward sincerity.

There is no deterrence at all.

Jiang Miao pondered for a while before saying, "Let's not talk about the shoe store, I just took over two new tutors, and I have to finish this semester from beginning to end."

It still means to decline.

After a while, Hu Chengjie shook his head and sighed: "Then I have to wait for these three months to finish before going out."

Jiang Miao chuckled.

It's true that there are too many appointments and he is too busy to come, and delaying his going out to roam around may cause him even more headaches.

After arriving in the store in the afternoon and changing into his uniform, Jiang Miao first went to the shelves to finish ordering and hand over to his colleagues in the morning shift. Zou Xiaotang, who was in the same class, quietly dragged him to the small warehouse behind the store manager's back.

"this is for you."

Zou Xiaotang handed him a pretty little paper bag.

Jiang Miao took it suspiciously: "What?"

"Look at it."

Jiang Miao opened the paper bag and took out a transparent plastic bag inside. There was a package in the bag that was printed in Japanese and looked like a warm baby.

He stared blankly at Zou Xiaotang: "Nuan Baobao?"

Zou Xiaotang smiled: "What, it's a plaster. This one can heat up by itself, and it works very well. I used it myself, and I asked a friend to send it back from Japan."

Seeing that Jiang Miao was still a little dazed, Zou Xiaotang felt a little embarrassed: "Well, don't your calves hurt after standing for a long time?"

"Ah?" Jiang Miao was surprised, "How do you know?"

"When there are no customers in the store, you rub it quietly. I have seen it several times."

Jiang Miao felt embarrassed.

A class lasts for seven or eight hours, and there is almost no time to sit down and rest except for eating. Occasionally, I can take the opportunity to tidy up the small warehouse to rest.

Apart from military training, he had never experienced such a one-stop half-day experience before. It was quite tormenting, and he felt that his calves were thicker.

Unexpectedly, he thought no one would see and rubbed quietly a few times, but Zou Xiaotang saw it.

Jiang Miao felt that the plaster on her hand seemed a little heavy.

"Thank you."

Zou Xiaotang shook his hands, and his face turned red: "It's a small matter, if you feel uncomfortable, just post it, I'll go out first."

Jiang Miao looked down at the pack of plaster, put it back into the paper bag, and sighed softly.

The night is getting darker.

Luo Yuchuan pushed away the keyboard and stretched, stood up and walked to the window.

He was sorting out Yuan Kuohai's materials when he came back today, and wanted to hurry up and get more. When he stopped now, he felt his eyes were a little blurred.

He stood by the window smoking a cigarette, checked the time on his phone, and dialed Zhang Jing's number.

"Mom, I have already transferred the money for this month, you can check it yourself."

"Oh, I know."

Luo Yuchuan has a good reputation, and Zhang Jing never seemed to worry that he would procrastinate, so he responded casually and changed the subject: "These days, your dad suffered an old injury on his wrist again, and he can't even hold chopsticks when eating. Shout pain."

Luo Zhengqiang had sprained his wrist before, and he was a bit rheumatic when he was old, so he often heard Zhang Jing talking about it in recent years.

Luo Yuchuan sometimes asked if he had seen a doctor, what medicine he had taken, or what medicinal wine he had taken.Luo Yuchuan didn't know how to respond to the number of recitations, so he remained silent.

"By the way, you can ask someone for help. Is there any special medicine for your father's situation?" Zhang Jing ignored him and muttered to herself, "You are in the provincial capital, and the doctors in the provincial capital hospital are better than ours." The ones here are better, and the medicine is also good.”

Again.

Luo Yuchuan pursed his lips and remained silent.

He knew that even if he said at this moment that he didn't know any doctors, didn't have any friends who studied medicine, and didn't have any way to do this, Zhang Jing would still have other excuses.

So he walked back to the computer desk and sat down, took out a pen and paper, and sketched casually.

"It's not a solution to be so painful all the time. I can't help with family affairs at all. I'm still tired inside and out." Zhang Jing couldn't help complaining, "If I'm tired and sick, this family still depends who?"

Luo Yuchuan drew a few strokes on the paper, and said, "Why don't you consider hiring a housekeeper to clean regularly, or find a part-time worker..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Jing interrupted him loudly: "Who do you hire for just a little housework? I know you earn a lot now, and the salary is high. You can't spend that money like this. Besides, you know that it's worth hiring a part-time job now." How much is it? The salary of your father and I is not enough to make such a fuss, the money must be spent wisely..."

Luo Yuchuan was a little distracted.

When asking him to buy things for Luo Wei, Zhang Jing never cared about money.

He was a little annoyed, and opened his mouth, wanting to say that I will pay the money, but held back.

The 5000 yuan sent back every month is enough to hire part-time workers.

"Did you hear that? Save your money and remember to ask your dad about the wrist treatment."

Luo Yuchuan responded, and Zhang Jing seemed to be tired of reading too, so he hung up the phone.

After a while, Luo Yuchuan moved the mouse, and the dormant monitor gradually lit up.

On the desktop background of the computer, there was Jiang Miao's photo from the photography agency.

When he left the exhibition hall today, he took this photo with his mobile phone.

Ghostly.

Also put it on the computer as a desktop background.

Luo Yuchuan moved the mouse lightly, and the mouse arrow swayed on Jiang Miao's smiling face.

He took a deep breath, clicked on the webpage, and began to search for which local hospital had a better rheumatic orthopedic department.

Jiang Miao received a call from Wu Xia on the subway, asking him to buy chicken wonton for him at the intersection outside the community.

"Did you drink the porridge from the rice cooker?" Jiang Miao didn't forget his pot of porridge.

There was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Miao looked at the sky: "They're all drunks, don't you want to show some face?"

There was still silence on the phone.

"Hey, you didn't wake up until now, did you? Haven't eaten all day?"

Finally, Wu Xia cleared her throat and said, "Wake up early."

"So? Is this for supper or dinner?" Jiang Miao sighed, "To be honest, I can decide to buy more or less."

"Supper," Wu Xia said in a very sincere tone, "It's really a midnight snack. I... I ate your porridge. I ate a bowl."

Jiang Miao pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

Wu Xia became anxious instead: "Hello? Jiang Miao? I really ate, are you not angry? Hey, hey..."

"Wu Xia," Jiang Miao whispered, "Porridge, is it really bad?"

Wu Xia was silent again.

"Well, if it's really unpalatable, don't force it." Jiang Miao was quite frustrated, her shoulders slumped a little, "I just didn't expect that I can't even cook plain porridge well."

"Ahem," Wu Xia hesitated, "Jiang Miao, that's not the case. I got up late, and your pot of porridge has been stewed into a pot of dry rice, so... I only ate one bowl... Hey ?”

Jiang Miao hung up the phone.

The wonton soup in chicken sauce at the stall at the intersection was full of fresh stuffing. Jiang Miao packed a copy for himself. When he went upstairs, Wu Xia couldn't wait to open the door and waited with a smile on his face. At the time, [-]% had recovered.

Jiang Miao went into the room and changed his clothes. Wu Xia greeted him while eating: "Come and eat, it won't taste good if it's cold."

Jiang Miao sat down and took a spoonful of soup to drink: "You didn't go out today?"

"Ah."

It is also rare, Wu Xia rarely stays at home for a whole day on the rest day.

"Are you still suffering?"

Wu Xia shook her head: "Just get enough sleep."

"How did you drink like that yesterday?"

Before Wu Xia could answer, Jiang Miao's cell phone rang, and there was a WeChat reminder. He clicked on it to see that it was from He Yu, asking him if he wanted to go back to Z University to see the school celebration activities, and there was an exhibition by the photography club.

He remembered that he had received a call from the president of the photography agency before, asking him to authorize some photos he had taken at the photography agency. At that time, he was on the subway and couldn’t hear clearly, so he replied that those works were handed over to the photography agency. Yes, as long as they are not commercially available, they can be disposed of at will.Now that I think about it, it is probably useful to hold exhibitions for school celebrations.

He thought about it, and replied that he would consider it.

Putting down the phone, he glanced at Wu Xia.

Wu Xia didn't answer the question just now, and Jiang Miao didn't want to ask any more.

Before he and Wu Xia rented together, they were not very close friends, and if they talked too much, they seemed to cross the line.

But there are still some things he doesn't say, and he can't get over his own hurdle.

"Let's drink less in the future. It's okay to be drunk. If you get into trouble with people in that kind of place, how can you explain to your grandpa if something happens?"

The wontons in Wu Xia's bowl were gone. He took a spoon to stir the soup at the bottom of the bowl, and there was a gloomy or mocking smile from the corner of his mouth.

"It's bad luck, it's just a mental illness."

Jiang Miao looked at him and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

He recalled the actions of the second young master Qiao yesterday, and secretly worried: If it's just a neuropathy, it's fine, but if it's a dog skin plaster, it won't let go if it sticks to someone, then what should you do?