Chapter 74: Yu Fan! Why don't you just fucking stop dying!

The sunny skies of Ningcheng in November.

Ningcheng is a city near the sea, and while other cities experience early winter, the temperature here remains above 20 degrees every day. Every winter, the city's flow of people will become more and more.

The blue sea shimmers in the sunlight, and each wave, like scales, brings a pattering sound before it is swept out to sea.

The woman at the beach straightened her skirt, ruffled her hair and raised her eyes to say something, then suddenly stopped talking when she saw her photographer of the day.

The young man in front of him was tall and leggy, wearing a loose-fitting gray sweater, with the sleeves pushed up to the elbow, revealing a thin, white arm.

He wore a cold cap perfunctorily on his head, with his hair all tucked in, and a few strands of hair running out in disarray between his forehead, and at the moment he was hanging his head down, taking advantage of the lack of waves to check the camera for the pictures he'd taken earlier.

The hat exposed his face to the air, his clean brows and eyes, the smooth, sharp lines of his profile, a handsome look for anyone who looked at him.

She'd had many appointments with photographers for location shoots, and this was the whitest one she'd ever seen. He was even too white for his own good, and when he didn't have an expression, he looked cold and lifeless.

Every passerby subconsciously glanced at him, and for a moment she couldn't tell who was the one taking pictures.

As she was in a trance, the other party suddenly raised her eyes, her dark and cool eyes looking straight towards her.

The next moment, her neck was gently bumped by the waves, the boy raised his camera, the girl's heart suddenly missed a beat, subconsciously picked up the hem of her skirt and smiled, and then heard a crisp shutter sound.

"Well, did you get the shot? Let me see." The wave receded back and the woman ran toward the boys, carrying her skirt. The first thing she did was not to look at the camera, but to stare up at the photographer's face.

The other man stepped aside unobtrusively, pulling half a person away from her and holding the LCD screen out in front of her.

The woman's eyes were still on the two moles on the photographer's cheeks until her neck was wrapped around them and a lazy female voice sounded behind her, "Well?"

Only then did she look down at the LCD screen and her eyes widened instantly, "...... It looks good."

"Mostly because you're good looking." Wang Yue rolled his eyes and winked at the boy next to him, picking up the camera, "It's almost done over here, Yu Fan, why don't you go get us a couple of lemonades?"

Yu Fan gave a lazy hmmm, turned around and was just about to leave when his sleeve was grabbed by someone.

"Wait, let me borrow your hat." Wang Yue's expression was hard to explain, "What's the situation this year, November can be so sunny, my hair is going to be burnt."

Before the words were out of his mouth, the other man had already pulled off his cold hat. The boy's thick, messy hair fell down, just long enough to reach his neck, and his fluffy, broken hair half-covered his eyes, making it even more difficult to look at him.

After the boy left, Wang Yue was immediately hooked by the hair girl's neck.

"Wang Yue! I can't believe you didn't tell me that you have such a handsome young boy in your studio! If you had told me, I wouldn't have returned home earlier!!!"

"I told you," Wang Yue put his hat casually on top of his head to shield it from the sun, and didn't wear it either, "Look up the chat logs yourself, six years ago, did I tell you that there was a pretty handsome little boy in my studio."

"You call this quite handsome? This is Invincible Explosion Handsome!"

The woman paused and asked her, "But why a photographer? Shouldn't you be modeling with that face and body?"

Wang Yue said, "He was a model when he first came to work part-time, but he changed his profession later. Besides, he is now in this line of work, do you know how many Internet celebrities want to shoot with him every day? Your trip today is still my boss to open the back door for you, otherwise you would have to wait at least two months."

The woman ohs and pulls out her cell phone, "Then backdoor me again and give me his contact information."

"Don't think about it, there are more people who want to pick him up than those who want to ask him for a date." Wang Yue held out his finger and compared a number, "He's been in my studio for so long, not to mention relationships, I've never seen him warm up to anyone."

"I'm the exception to the rule, I'm great at picking up little boys, is he an adult?"

"Crap, it's all out of college, like another half a month 24."

"OK, you watch, sisters half a month to take him ...... Wait a minute," the woman suddenly thought of a very critical issue, asked in a low voice, "he hair grows like this, it will not be Gay, right? "

"I don't think so, half of the people who want to pick him up are men, and I haven't seen him pay attention to anyone. And," Wang Yue paused and said, "a few years ago there was a male customer with dirty hands who groped his ass while watching the original movie, and he warned the other guy the first time, and the second time-"

"Called the police?"

"He knocked the guest's front teeth out." Wang Yue said calmly.

"......" The woman silently put down her cell phone, half squeezing out, "That's mean."

Luckily, that's not even the hardest.

Wang Yue clasped his arms and looked at Yu Fan's back as he stood in front of the bar waiting for lemonade, and couldn't help but remember that when he and Yu Fan first met, Yu Fan was also standing like this. Only at that time, in front of him was the police station's reception desk.

It was already sunset when I finished shooting. The setting sun was half immersed in the sea, coloring the small city red.

Back at the studio, the woman went to the computer to watch the original movie. Remembering the words of her hairdresser, she pulled away from Yu Fan a little while she watched the movie.

Wang Yue didn't lie to him, although this little brother is young, but his skills are really good, he has his own ideas about light and composition, even his hair seems to be glowing in the photo.

She took a deep breath and immediately pulled out her cigarette case and handed the other a cigarette, "Brother, have one."

Wang Yue passed by them, smoothed his cigarette right out of his mouth and said vaguely, "He quit. Let me enjoy this blessing."

"Shit." The woman lights one for herself and asks, "You're not from around here, are you, little brother? It doesn't sound like an accent to me."

The mouse paused imperceptibly, and the other person finally blandly spoke to her, "South City."

"No wonder, people from the South City just have to be whiter haha. Then little brother, I invite you to have dinner tonight? I mean to invite you and Wang Yue a piece, and then ...... this movie you help me fix and watch some then."

"No." Yu Fan said, "Pick a few favorites."

After picking out the film for another two hours, and after making an appointment with the other party to hand over the film, Yu Fan casually picked up his satchel, refused Wang Yue's invitation to dinner, and turned around to leave the studio.

Wang Yue's studio is located in a small and lively street, with the cold moon hanging high above, and the smell of food and snacks wafting over the whole street. Ningcheng is a small city, without the skyscrapers of the South City, and every street looks like the old neighborhood he used to live in.

Yu Fan turned right out the door and disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

This small city is not very accepting of some things, and Yu Fan's thick, medium-length hair, combined with his face, gets him stared at every time he walks down the street.

He took it for granted that he would casually buy a teriyaki rice in the sight of passersby, then go into the supermarket to buy two glasses of milk, and finally turn into some loft neighborhood.

Yu Fan Although he didn't live in Ningcheng when he was young, his grandfather was a native of this area and often talked to him about the humanities and customs of Ningcheng, which barely counted as half of his hometown. So when he decided to leave, this was the first place he thought of.

When he first came back, he lived in a tiled house left by his grandfather for two years, and only after paying back the 30,000 yuan did he find this loft. the owner, Wang Yue, knew him and gave him a discount on the rent, so he's been living here ever since.

A loft of more than twenty square feet was a bit cramped for a one meter eight boy, but because it was a duplex, it was barely enough. Yu Fan unlocked the door and entered the house, pressed the light, and the cold and simple arrangement inside was instantly clear, and at a glance it was all white, gray, and black.

He put the food on the table and turned on the computer to fix the movie straight away.

Yu Fan had recently wanted to replace his camera and was saving up, so he took on more work during this time, working overtime until midnight on a few consecutive nights to fix his movie. By the time he finished fixing today's target, the roasted rice had gotten cold.

He casually chowed down two bites of his meal, poured in a glass of milk to cope with his stomach problems, grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and came out with a few more messages on his phone.

[Ms. Wang Yue: Baby Fan, are you free tomorrow?]

[-: Say what you have to say, don't call me that.]

[Ms. Wang Yue: Tch. What else can I do for you? I want to see you again tomorrow for an extra shift.

Wang Yue sister: I have an online acquaintance of the little sister tomorrow to come to Ningcheng, we discussed a piece of the beach barbecue dinner. The first thing that I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that. Of course, I'm sure I'll pay you for it, so just think of it as a private job outside.

Wang Yue has just had her nails done and is typing with her fingers crossed: But you've been working overtime all this time, and you haven't had a break in half a month, so if you're tired, you can--

[-: Money is not necessary, time and place.]

When the appointment was set, Yu Fan took the photos developed at the studio out of his satchel and went upstairs.

He'd planted a black felt board on the wall opposite his bed, and on it he'd hung a couple of strings with tacks, which were clipped with photos, basically landscape photos he'd taken on the fly over the last couple of years, and which were about to be full at this point.

Yu Fan casually clips on the sunset he just took today, then rubs his hair in a silent patrol, intending to take down a few. When his eyes swept to a certain place, the movement of rubbing his hair stopped abruptly.

There are only two photos on this wall with people in them.

One shows the backs of six people who are dashing around in the golden warm light of the amusement park as if they are carefree.

The other face wasn't even a figure, just a very close, blurry, white figure, and the amusement park night market in the background was a blur, obviously taken by accidentally pressing the shutter.

In this photo, you can't even see his face, but Yu Fan has instantly made up the outline of the picture in his mind.

Obviously it's been six years since the photo was taken.

Yu Fan lowered his eyes to the white until his eyes were sore from opening before he finally made another move.

He lifted his hand and scraped his index finger very lightly over this photo, then moved his finger to dismantle the two street photos next to it.

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The next day, when Yu Fan arrived at the beach at the appointed time, Wang Yue and her hairy friend had already set up the barbecue.

He stopped by to help them carry the ingredients down, then picked an angle where the daylight wouldn't shine and looked down to confirm the camera parameters.

It wasn't long before there was a sudden commotion behind her, and it must have been another of Wang Yue's little sisters arriving.

Sure enough, the next moment he heard Wang Yue's voice, "Baby! I thought you were going to be a while."

"Which it can be, it's been a while late. I didn't realize you guys were even stuck in traffic at the airport here, I was in a hurry." The visitor said, "Where's that giant handsome photographer that was talking about."

Yu Fan abruptly looked up, his eyelids jerked, shocked in place by the voice, and reflexively raised his legs to leave.

"That." Wang Yue called out behind him, "Yu Fan ...... hey? Yu Fan, where are you going--"

"Grrr!!!" A scream exploded from the people around him.

Wang Yue was startled and turned his head, "What are you doing ......"

Words did not finish, beside the little sister has rocketed like a rushed out, the innocence of her body gentle little floral dress in the wind in the teeth and claws fluttering, skirt swaying like at any time to give anyone a big mouth.

Yu Fan came back to his senses from his daze, and it was too late for him to dodge. The other party rushed over to him and hooked his neck and pressed down hard, with a force that seemed like he wanted to strangle him to death with his elbow.

"Yu Fan!!!" Zhang Xianjing screamed in his ear, "Why the fuck don't you just stop dying ！！！！"