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About half a month later, Jiang Miao received a text message from Hu Chengjie. One of the photos he sent to the competition won the second prize, with a bonus of 3000 yuan.

Jiang Miao was very happy for him. Although the bonus was not much, the greater significance was the affirmation. He sincerely congratulated Hu Chengjie, and soon received a reply from Hu Chengjie.

"You should take more shots when you find time, don't lose your skills."

The words were so direct that Jiang Miao knew he was right.

He hasn't touched a camera for more than half a year. Occasionally his hands get itchy and he takes a few pictures with his mobile phone, but the feeling is still very different.He didn't practice hands for three days, let alone he left it for so long.

Jiang Miao didn't have any ambitions about being famous, but seeing Hu Chengjie's progress and achievements, it was impossible for him not to be touched in his heart.

This day he went to work early and got off work at 02:30, so he decided to go back to Z University to have a look.

Before that, he majored in management, and he didn't have any likes or dislikes about this major. It was Jiang Ze'an who made the choice for him.

He didn't have any friendship with the teachers of this major, and the communication between his classmates was not deep, but after joining the photography club, he met a group of like-minded friends, especially the teacher Jiang Hao from the Department of Foreign Languages.

Mr. Jiang is considered an experienced photographer, and occasionally participates in the activities of the photography club to give these students some professional advice.Jiang Miao and him hit it off very well, and the two had even filmed together several times.

In the exhibition prepared by the photography club for the school celebration, a special area for Mr. Jiang's works was also set up. Jiang Miao thought about going to give Mr. Jiang a show.

The photo exhibition has been going on for a few days, and it will continue until after the school celebration.Today is not a day off. When Jiang Miao went, there were about a dozen students in the exhibition hall who had no classes to see the exhibition.

Jiang Hao's works are in the middle, occupying a large space.

Jiang Miao looked at them one by one slowly, and there were many new works he hadn't seen before. He could see that Jiang Hao was trying some new shooting techniques, and the results were very good. He felt that Jiang Hao himself should be very satisfied. Otherwise these works will not be selected.

The love of photography in my heart was stimulated by Hu Chengjie's award, and now there are new waves.

Jiang Miao silently calculated that he would have to save another two months to redeem the camera.

After finishing the exhibition, I was about to leave when I was recognized by a junior from the photography club who had just come to the exhibition hall. I happily came up to greet him and thank him for his support for this exhibition.

"Senior, are you busy with work now? If you have time, can you come back and give us a class? There is still a lot I want to learn from you." The student wore black-rimmed glasses, which did not block the sincerity in his eyes.

Jiang Miao is not very good at dealing with such enthusiasm, and he doesn't have extra energy to deal with these things now, so he just politely refused.

The student seems to have remembered something: "By the way, last time..."

Jiang Miao's cell phone rang, and he said "excuse me" to his junior and picked up the phone.

"I just got out of class here, where are you?" Jiang Hao's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he just got out of class.

"I'm in the showroom."

"Then have you finished reading? Come out after reading, and I'll buy you something to drink."

Jiang Miao agreed, hung up the phone and smiled apologetically at her junior: "I have an appointment with Teacher Jiang, I have to go."

The younger brother is very sorry, and can only watch Jiang Miao leave. He remembered that he hadn't told him about Luo Xuechang's recognition. Forget it.

After Jiang Miao and Jiang Hao met, they came to a cafe outside the school.

Jiang Hao didn't ask him more about his views on those works, but was more concerned about his current situation: "How are you doing now?"

When Jiang Miao dropped out of school, he didn't discuss it with anyone. Jiang Hao found out afterwards, and blamed Jiang Miao for being too impulsive.Jiang Miao's grades are good, so it's not a wise move to give up her studies.

Jiang Miao didn't say much about the reasons for dropping out, only that she would be responsible for her own decision.

Jiang Hao knew a little about his family situation. After knowing that he had left home, he secretly guessed that he had a conflict with his family. It was inconvenient for outsiders to intervene in such housework, but he still couldn't help worrying.

"Very good." Jiang Miao said.

Jiang Hao looked at him. He knew that Jiang Miao was working in a shoe store. In his heart, this situation would not be "very good" in his opinion, but Jiang Miao looked calm, and he couldn't imagine Jiang Miao for no reason Miao is not having a good time.

Jiang Hao then changed the subject: "Have you ever gone out to take pictures?"

"No, I'm too busy."

Jiang Miao didn't tell Jiang Hao about taking the camera to a pawn shop for mortgage. First, the embarrassment at that time was somewhat difficult for him to tell others, and second, he didn't want to use it as some kind of capital. pity.

For him, Jiang Hao is more of a teacher than a buddy like Hu Chengjie, so he can make jokes about these things.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Hao didn't delve into it any further. After taking a sip of coffee, he said: "If you have time, let's take more shots. You are talented, so don't waste it."

On the same day, hearing two people urging him to cherish his talent, Jiang Miao had mixed feelings.

While being moved by the concern of teachers and friends, at the same time, I feel the irony of reality.

The talent they affirmed was what Jiang Zhe'an called not doing business properly.

Jiang Miao had no interest in Jiang Zhean's so-called proper career, so when he dropped out of school, it was not so much anger or escape as he finally had a chance to get rid of all this.

"I will." Jiang Miao said sincerely, "Thank you teacher."

Jiang Hao waved his hand: "I can only talk about it, and nothing else will help you. If you need anything, you must tell me, okay?"

As he spoke, he scratched his naturally curly hair and sighed: "He Yu said that you are good at everything, but you are too polite. I can feel it."

Jiang Miao was stunned: "He, he told you this?"

"That's right, you also said that you refused to live in his house and wanted to rent a house outside. His friendship has no place to show off."

Before Jiang Miao swallowed the coffee, she almost choked and couldn't help coughing.

The phone rang at this moment, and Jiang Miao saw "He Yu" displayed on the phone screen, and picked up the phone while coughing.

"Hello... what's wrong with you? Have a cold?" He Yu asked worriedly.

"No...no," Jiang Miao stopped coughing, and took another sip of the warm water that Jiang Hao handed over.

He Yu said, "Is your meeting with Mr. Jiang over yet? I'll treat you to dinner."

Jiang Miao looked at Jiang Hao. He came back to take a look this afternoon. He didn't tell He Yu. He also sent a text message to Jiang Hao when he was in the exhibition hall, saying that he was watching the exhibition. It seems that Jiang Hao told him. He Yu.

"Come out, I invite you and Teacher Jiang." Jiang Miao said.

"No," Jiang Hao took the bag in his hand, "Yingying came back from a business trip today, and if she wants to accompany her back to her husband's house for dinner, you can go by yourself."

"Then He Yu, come out and I'll treat you to hot pot."

There is a hot pot restaurant here that He Yu likes to eat. Jiang Miao sent an invitation, but He Yu refused. He said, "I don't want to eat hot pot. I'll treat you to it. Second canteen, how about it?"

Jiang Miao was stunned: "What?"

"Second Canteen, it's rare for you to come back once, don't you want to relive the fried pork loin and hot and sour potato shreds in Second Canteen?"

Jiang Miao immediately understood what He Yu meant. He Yu was afraid that he would spend too much money.

Subconsciously wanted to refuse again, but he looked up at Jiang Hao who hadn't left yet, thought about what Jiang Hao said just now, and changed his mind: "Okay, see you at the entrance of the second canteen."

For the concern from friends, it is good to accept it frankly and give it in return. After all, no matter how tactful and polite the rejection is, it is also rejection.

If you reject too much, even close friends will be far away.

Wu Xia was on the night shift today, so he specifically asked the store manager to go to dinner for the last round.At a certain point, he just bought a piece of bread for a casual meal, and then nestled in the safe passage to pass the rest of the time.

Wu Xia sat at the corner of the stairs and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

He didn't light a cigarette, he just put it under his nose and sniffed it.

Afraid of the smell of cigarettes on his body when he goes to work, he never smokes during working hours, just smelling it like this is enjoyable.

I took out my phone and checked Moments, replied a few messages, but there seemed to be nothing else to do.

He applied to be the last in line for dinner today, for no other reason than to count time, Qiao Ruige should come again.

Since the last time there was a scene in the bar, Qiao Ruige came here almost every day.

Sometimes I would buy a lipstick from his cabinet, and sometimes I would just stand by and stare at him without buying anything, which made him feel hairy and angry.

It just can't drive people out.

Before putting it aside, Wu Xia only felt that this person was crazy, but now, besides thinking that this person was crazy, he was even more disturbed.

He knows who this psycho is.

That day the owner of the bar called him "Second Young Master Qiao". It's not like Wu Xia hadn't heard of this name, so he checked it again when he came back, and he was sure.

Qiao Ruige's reputation as a vagabond is always followed by various peachy and salty legends.

Wu Xia knew he couldn't afford to provoke this kind of person.

Now when he thinks about what happened in the bar that day, he feels both aggrieved and regretful.

In the past, Jiang Miao always reminded him to stop going out to drink, but he didn't take it to heart. He always felt that he had been on the street, but he didn't expect to be tricked.

He wasn't too familiar with the few people who went there that day, and he didn't feel any problem when he drank at first. It was only later that he realized that he was getting drunk at an abnormally fast speed, and the alarm bells sounded in his heart.

But it was too late at that time, he had already grabbed the sink, wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, and was very dizzy.

The one I went with was waiting for him at the side, and wanted to come up to help him, but his hands were dishonest on his waist, and he swung them away.His ears were buzzing, and he heard someone next to him talking, but he didn't pay attention, and splashed cold water on his face vigorously.

After a while, someone patted him on the back: "Hey, is it okay?"

He leaned on the table and turned his head to look, and saw Qiao Ruige smiling at him jokingly.

He was in a trance for a while, and the physical discomfort made him feel irritable. Now he saw "crazy" at first glance, and didn't think about what he said just now.

So he took a step back and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Ruige still smiled: "Just talk to me like that? Don't come out to play if you can't drink. If you didn't meet me today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xia waved his hand impatiently, turned and walked out: "Don't talk to you, my friend is still waiting for me."

"Tch, you call those scumbags friends?"

Wu Xia turned back and frowned at him: "What do you mean?"

Qiao Ruige raised one corner of his mouth and smiled: "Yo, angry?"

Although Wu Xia's nausea had subsided at this moment, his head was still very dizzy. He didn't want to waste any more time with this person, so he gave him a blank look, turned around and walked out again.

His wrist was grabbed by someone.

Qiao Ruige said: "It's better to make friends with me."

Wu Xia struggled for a while but didn't break free, Qiao Ruige pushed him towards the wall, leaned close to him and kissed him.

Wu Xia froze for a moment, widened his eyes, and began to struggle fiercely.

It's a pity that the alcohol has paralyzed the hands and feet, the strength is still sufficient, but the moves are not good, Qiao Ruige is tall enough, Wu Xia can't break free, can't push, he is pressed against the wall and kissed back and forth.

At the end, Qiao Ruige let go of him, and gently scraped his face with his fingers: "Honey, it's quite spicy."

After speaking, he smiled, turned around and walked out chicly.

Wu Xia didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the hot blood, but he felt his face was hot, but his hands were cold. He leaned against the wall for a while, and then chased him out.

Qiao Ruige had just taken advantage of it, and was complacent, when he heard footsteps behind him and before he could turn his head, he was pulled on the shoulder, and just as he turned his head, he was punched in the face.

Wu Xia sighed, straightened her legs and looked at her toes in a daze.

His punch didn't hit hard, Qiao Ruige took advantage of the situation and turned his head to avoid it, but knocked over two tables when he retreated, making a loud noise.

Wu Xia recalled that even though he pressed Qiao Ruige on the sofa and beat him that day, he knew that he missed a few punches, and the biggest injury was probably the glass of red wine that was spilled at the end.

Instead, his mobile phone fell into a brick and became dumb.

He regretted it just for that.

In fact, later when he became more sober, he knew that the wine he drank had been tampered with, and it was not likely to be drugged, but mixed with alcohol, but it was enough to prove that those who drank with him had no good intentions.

When he was entangled with Qiao Ruige, those who went with him had disappeared. In hindsight, when Qiao Ruige blocked him in the bathroom, he probably had already dismissed them.

Looking at this alone, Qiao Ruige seems to have helped him.

But Wu Xia felt aggrieved.

It's fine that he was cheated by the so-called "friend", but it was this psychopath who pulled him out.

What's more, this psychopath seems to be really entangled with him now.

The dinner time was over, and Wu Xia delayed going back to the store until the last minute.

From a distance, he saw Qiao Ruige standing at the door of the shop with his hands in his pockets, looking around leisurely.

Hold.

Wu Xia cursed secretly, he had an urge to go up and grab Qiao Ruige by the collar and ask him how long he was going to be crazy.But he just clenched his fist, bit the bullet, and pretended not to see him go back to the cabinet.

He was preparing for this person to buy lipstick from him again, Qiao Ruige bought all the hot colors, Wu Xia thought, he is a prodigal anyway, just sell him for another round, and his sales will increase .

But today, when Qiao Ruige saw him come back, he didn't come to his cabinet.Still looking leisurely with his hands in his pockets, he walked into the store and walked around slowly, and finally bought a box of eye shadow at the counter next to him, thanked the lady in the counter politely, and left.

Wu Xia secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a peek at Qiao Ruige's tall figure going away, Wu Xia felt something strange in his heart that he couldn't express.

Luo Yuchuan also went to Z University that day.He went to Yuan Kuohai's home in the teachers' fund-raising community of Z University to deliver the materials he had compiled. He arrived late and missed dinner time. His teacher's wife, Xie Yunfang, wanted to cook noodles for him. He said there was still something to do, and left in a hurry. .

After he left, Xie Yunfang complained to Yuan Kuohai: "Xiao Chuan is so busy with work, you still bother him with these things."

Just sorting out the information of Yuan Kuohai's excellent teachers is actually good, but Luo Yuchuan thought that this year is Yuan Kuohai's [-]th birthday, so he suggested to make another collection of Yuan Kuohai's previous outstanding students, anyway, it is just a matter of collecting and sorting out information.

Yuan Kuohai was very happy with this suggestion, and the work of contact person fell to Luo Yuchuan again.Needing information, photos, and looking for someone to do the design when he finds time, this really added a lot to Luo Yuchuan's workload.

Yuan Kuohai flipped through the information sent by Luo Yuchuan and shook his head: "You don't understand."

Xie Yunfang was not convinced: "What's so difficult to understand? Your current students can do these things, so you can rely on Xiao Chuan, knowing that he is soft-hearted and easy to talk to."

Yuan Kuohai raised the information in his hand: "There are not many people who can make things as beautiful as him."

"Then you can't make the most of him alone."

Yuan Kuohai sighed: "If you say you understand, you really don't understand. Think about what he is going to do?"

Xie Yunfang thought about it: "Isn't it just to contact classmates?"

"Yeah, that's the most important thing."

Xie Yunfang thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Oh."

"Understood?" Yuan Kuohai then smiled, "For me, it doesn't matter whether we do this student collection or who does it, but I am very happy that he proposed and took on the task. "

Yuan Kuohai put down the materials and sighed: "These years, he seems to be living a good life, buying a house and a car, and being valued in the work unit, but in fact?"

Xie Yunfang also sighed.

Yuan Kuohai said: "Xiao Chuan is too reserved, everything is stuffed in his heart, and he suppresses himself too hard. Back then Fang Xingyuan..."

Xie Yunfang: "Don't mention this person."

"Why didn't you mention it? How much dirty water did he pour on Xiaochuan? Xiaochuan didn't say anything. What was his relationship with his classmates before, and what is his relationship now?"

Yuan Kuohai bent his fingers and tapped on the table: "He can't hold back like this, he wants to 'live'."