Chapter 76: People don't like women!

In the months after he left, Yu Fan looked at his ticket back to Nancheng every day. 217 dollars and he would be able to see Chen Jingshen again.

There was even a time when he had already bought his ticket and packed his bags. He told himself that he would just take a look at the back door railing and come right back, but just as he arrived at the station he received a call from the hospital, the debt collectors had found their current address, and Yu Kaiming had already been beaten up and put in the hospital.

Before the nurse could say a few words, the phone was grabbed by a debt collector, who yelled, "Your father said your boyfriend is rich! Where is he? The father's debt is paid by the son, so hurry up and find your boyfriend to borrow money to pay off the debt!"

Hanging up the phone, Yu Fan stayed on the platform for a long time, he watched the high speed train come, and watched it go, and stood there until a staff member came and asked him if something was wrong.

He shook his head and tossed the ticket into the trash can, picking up his bag from the floor and turning to exit the station.

Yu Kaiming couldn't possibly pay back the debt he owed, and since then, Yu Fan has been dealing with the debtors every day, without thinking about going back.

Just occasionally in his midnight dream, he would still open the software to look at the ticket, and would think that there was only 217 dollars separating Nancheng and Ningcheng, and whether he and Chen Jingshen would accidentally bump into each other in some corner.

Once he saw a side face that looked very much like Chen Jingshen's, and after a quick glance, he chased after him for half a block, only to realize that the front face was completely different.

He was standing in a sea of people, realizing that six years had passed, that Chen Jingshen no longer wore a high school uniform, and that his features had long since been worn down by time.

It wasn't until I saw it at the moment that I realized it hadn't really changed much.

The single eyelid that always looked less than happy, the straight nose, the clear, taut jawline, every line was just as he remembered it. It was just that years had passed, the man's shoulders and back had become broader and more composed, the stiff gray suit exacerbated the innate detachment and coldness of his body, and his gaze in the viewfinder was clean and unapproachable.

What Xin Lang says is true, Chen Jingshen looks like the main character of the photo even if he is just standing in the corner.

Xin Lang waits for a while, her posture stiffening, and is about to ask a question when, in a flash of light, the photographer finally clicks the shutter.

Yu Fan had never done this type of work before, so Wang Yue taught her most of the poses and movements, and when she was done, she would ask Yu Fan, "Any comments?"

The man behind the camera has an opinion almost every time, only his voice seems much lower than ever: "Xin Lang Head up. Shoulders straight. Relaxed expression."

Until a certain pose, Yu Fan crouches down and stares at the viewfinder for a long, quiet moment.

A moment before Wang Yue couldn't help but hyperventilate again, his throat rolled and he said, "On the left ......"

Chen Jingshen looks at the camera, waiting for him to follow.

"Body a little to the right."

Chen Jingshen moved.

"Over, come back a little. Come back a little more, arm ......"

"What are you doing, Baby Fan?" Wang Yue wondered, "How long is this going to take? Just go ahead and tune it."

"......"

Yu Fan crouched there for a few more seconds before getting up like a marionette and going over to him. He held his camera in front of his face with one hand, walked over to Chen Jingshen, and pressed his fingers stiffly on his shoulder, adjusting the angle.

"Brother Shen, is this your first time taking this kind of photo?" Xin Lang couldn't help but smile as he watched him at his mercy and spoke, "Hard work."

"Okay." Chen Jingshen swept his head against his side and asked, "How's the arm swinging?"

"......"

Yu Fan Mia took his sleeve and moved it to the side, and quickly threw down a sentence of "stay like this", and immediately turned around and returned to his original position.

Raising his eyes to look at the viewfinder again, Chen Jingshen's face was as paralyzed as ever. He had just blocked it so tightly that Chen Jingshen should not have seen his face clearly.

Yu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but wonder how Chen Jingshen would react if he found out.

What would it say? Would it be angry at him for leaving without saying goodbye back then? Or would it be treated as just running into an old classmate or the object of a silly adolescent offense, with awkward pleasantries and a decent goodbye at the end of this job.

These jumbled thoughts continued until the end of the first half of filming.

Xin Lang stood beside him looking at the photos, complimenting him as he did so. Yu Fan was absentmindedly flipping back through the photos when a bell suddenly rang in front of him.

Yu Fan subconsciously looked up along with the others, and his heart trembled violently when he met Chen Jingshen's line of sight, and he was pinned in place by this glance, his arm clumsily and sluggishly lifted upward--

But Chen Jingshen just skimmed it off his face. He lifted his cell phone and said to Xin Lang, "Answer the phone."

After saying that, Chen Jingshen turned around and walked towards the balcony, leaving behind a dry and sharp back.

The confrontation was so hasty that Yu Fan didn't have time to cover his face with the camera. He holds the camera in front of his chest with both hands in a lousy position.

Stupid.

After thinking so much, the only thing I didn't think of was that after six years, with his hair covering half of his face, there was a chance that Chen Jingshen wouldn't be able to recognize him.

The previous cover-up was a joke, Yu Fan's head was empty, he looked down and continued to numbly scratch the pictures in his camera.

The balcony door just closed, the bridesmaid who said she didn't believe that there were handsome guys among the IT guys had already rushed over, "You have such a handsome-looking friend actually didn't tell me earlier! Quickly, tweet him to me!"

"The man is here, why don't you just ask him for it?" Xin Lang said.

"He seems like he's a bit of a nonconformist, I'm not too brave to strike up a conversation."

"Don't worry then, it's not what it looks like, he just doesn't care for people. We shared a dorm room with him for four years, and we only got acquainted with him in the third year." Xin Lang took out his cell phone, just about to open WeChat, suddenly remembered what said, "No, you add his WeChat why?"

"What do you say? I'm bonding with him as a brother?" The maid of honor said, "Of course I want to develop it!"

"That won't work that won't work." Xin Lang puts down her cell phone.

The bride came up to his shoulder, "What do you mean? Didn't you say you were going to introduce me to my sisters?"

"No, no, I just refuted her comment that there are no handsome IT guys, I didn't say that I would introduce Chen Jingshen to her." Xin Lang said, "He should have a boyfriend."

Yu Fan's finger slipped on the camera button and pressed it.

"Yes means yes, no means no, what do you mean it should?" The bride queried.

"I used to go to school, but after I graduated, I don't know." Xin Lang said, "But he and his boyfriend are quite close. We were busy in our program, I could only see you once in a while, but he was different, he went to see his boyfriend every holiday, so I guess they are still together now."

"That's not necessarily true, my ex and I were pretty mushy in college too, and didn't we still split up after graduation." The bridesmaid discussed, "How about this, you give me his contact information, I'll try to ask, if there is even, if not I'll strike immediately."

"No no no." Xin Lang shook his head.

The bride immediately frowns again, and Xin Lang says, "They don't like women!"

A room is quiet.

The bride stared round-eyed in surprise for a moment and couldn't help but poke him with her shoulder, "You're stupid, aren't you? It's someone's privacy, can you just say it?"

"That's what you guys have been asking about ......" Xin Lang said, "And it's not really private, I mean, freshman year when a girl confessed to him, he told her straight up, and everyone basically knows. I'm not sure if it's a private matter, but it's something we all know."

......

Yu Fan didn't want to hear it anymore, but Wang Yue's studio was so big that he had nowhere else to go.

I don't know how long I stayed up, but the balcony door was pushed open, and Chen Jingshen said, "Waiting for a long time, taking care of something."

"Nothing." Xin Lang says, "So, shall we continue?"

Yu Fan lifted the camera and said yes without looking up.

The weather forecast is not very accurate, after shooting the scene in the studio, the temperature outside is still maintained at 15 or 6 degrees. But luckily the rain stopped, so the exterior scenes were not delayed.

When we came to Ningcheng, the location was naturally the beach. Xin Lang temporarily rented a six-seater commercial car and hired a driver, which was perfect for them, but they couldn't bring the photographer along.

"It's okay, we have a car, I've stepped on the scenery, you can just follow us later." Wang Yue came down from upstairs, carrying a reflector in his hand and laughed.

She's been idle lately, spending her days doing her assistant's work to pass the time.

"Okay, so we'll get in the car and wait for you?" Xin Lang asked.

"No problem."

The door to the studio was pulled open to facilitate the exit of the party in their gowns, and the cold wind poured in unimpeded.

Yu Fan bowed his head to gather the things he was taking out with him, and as he tucked his stomach pills into his bag, he heard Wang Yue call out from the doorway of the dressing room, "Baby Fan."

Wang Yue is holding up two new men's jackets that she bought for her boyfriend, but before she could give them away, the man went off the rails. She asked, "You can wear them to work later. Which one do you like?"

"No need." Yu Fan said.

Wang Yue tsked, "Why are you such a disobedient little boy, come on, pick one."

"Don't."

Yu Fan looked down at his bag, making sure he hadn't missed anything, when his shoulder was suddenly touched by someone. Thinking it was Wang Yue again, he frowned and raised his head, his whole face freezing when he met Chen Jingshen's eyes.

A heavy black jacket was handed to Yu Fan, who unconsciously wrapped his arms around it, and by the time he realized it, he had already walked out of the studio, closing the door behind him.

Wang Yue took in the scene. She froze briefly, and then quickly realized.

In the past, many people had sent Yu Fan things or asked him out to dinner, and lending him a jacket was already a restrained gesture of goodwill. She had seen this kind of thing before, but this time she was surprised that the man was a bit more handsome than the previous ones.

Never mind, it's also more than a little handsome.

Wang Yue walked over to Yu Fan and wanted to say, "Let me help you return your jacket, so that you don't say something hurtful to someone else later on that will affect your business. In the end, her words turned around and she swallowed them back.

Yu Fan, who had been standing there like a log for a long time, finally made a move.

He unfolded his coat in silence and lapped it up over himself, the wide jacket gathering his body all the way inside and making him look less thin.

On the way to the beach, Wang Yue glances at the man in the passenger seat every time he stops.

"You guys know each other?" She finally couldn't resist asking when she reached the third stoplight.

"Uh-huh." The man next to him answered mutedly.

"Friends?"

"High school classmates."

Wang Yue then remembered that the client this time was also from Nancheng, just like Yu Fan Zhang Xianjing.

"So how come I didn't see you guys say hi before?" She wondered.

Yu Fan had been turning his head to the window ever since he got in the car. His mouth was buried in his jacket, his eyes closed as he smelled the familiar cold, minty scent and felt a twitching pain in his stomach.

He was silent for a long time, so long that Wang Yue thought he didn't want to answer or had fallen asleep.

"I thought he didn't recognize me." Yu Fan said.