With You - Chapter 64

(No.308—No.314)

No.308

“What happened later?” Old Fan said, opening a bottle of beer.

“Your altitude sickness just subsided, and you drank again, didn’t you?” I grabbed the wine bottle and walked to a place a little further away from the car, turned the bottle upside down, and poured it into the soil.

“What the **** are you playing in performance art! How tight is the supplies on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, did you waste it like this?” He was anxious, “Ningzhi is only at a high altitude, it’s a far cry from Namu, I’ve adapted it long ago!”

I walked back to him and sat down, wrapping a blanket around me.

“Let’s still take pictures?” I looked up at the sky.

“There are clouds, I still can’t take pictures.” Lao Fan glanced towards the canyon. “If you want to take pictures of Nanga Bawa from the angle of Nyingchi’s winding road, you really have to go up the incense stick before you come. It’s a **** sunny day, and there are clouds as soon as the filming starts.”

“Didn’t “Chinese National Geographic” have been selected for the most beautiful mountain in China? Nanga Bawa has been badly photographed in the past few years, so why do you still shoot it?”

“Hush!” Lao Fan raised his index finger, “Let Wang Dali and the others hear it. They have to draw you. You don’t understand, you think it’s interesting to shoot people, they think it’s interesting to shoot scenes, and the slightest change in light can tell the difference. Come. Wang Dali has entered Tibet for the seventh time. I heard that he used to slept in a car for three days in order to wait for Nanga Bawa, relying on military compressed biscuits to survive.”

I looked at the back of the fat man in the distance and predicted: “Wang Dali looks down on the current mobile photography the most, the old antique, instagram (mobile app) can kill him. We all cursed him to take a selfie in the future. The daughter-in-law must not be the kind of girl who has to add an Abao color filter when shooting crayfish.”

Old Fan hahahaha laughed for half a minute, then unwilling to lonely place a cigarette. I moved aside calmly, and he immediately knocked on the head.

“But having said that, Wang Dali and the others should come to shoot the scene. Your little girl is not suitable, and her skin is rough because of the wind and sun. Tune the group and go back to film stars, although you often encounter various things to force your agent , Anyhow earn a lot.”

I smiled and said nothing.

“Hey, I’m asking you, why didn’t you say half of it? What happened later?”

“After what?”

“Didn’t you take turns talking about first love? What are you telling me? I can’t even remember the name. So what’s the matter? Have you talked about it?”

I laughed.

“No.”

No.309

I plan to resign after returning to Beijing.

The last job was an interview. The editor-in-chief asked me to work with Lao Fan to interview a rising star in the past two years.

“Who is it?” I asked while wiping the equipment, “Is it a TV show or a movie?”

“I’m a very young screenwriter, a rookie in the circle, and he has been very fast in the past two years.” Lao Fan unplugged the recorder from the charger and put it in his bag.

“What did you write?”

“It’s not a commercial film, but an independent film. One of the films won the best screenwriter at the Berlin Film Festival, about juvenile crime.”

I closed the zipper of the camera bag: “What do you mean by independent films? I heard that for several years, I haven’t figured it out.”

“Didn’t you tell me that you still passed the film school? You don’t know that?”

“So I didn’t pass the exam!”

Old Fan smiled. He is like this, you are not afraid to show your timidity in front of him. After I joined the company, he has always been covering me and telling me all kinds of ways. He is very nice.

“It first refers to those films that are independent of the eight major Hollywood film production companies and invest in their own films. You don’t need to listen to the investors. They are free. If we put our country, they are talking about the themes that are relatively biased and not commercial.”

“That’s a literary film?”

Old Fan laughed angrily: “I **** knew your Chinese teacher died early.”

I stared at him: “Don’t talk nonsense! My Chinese teacher really passed away last year.”

Mrs. Zhang passed away from a heart attack last year. The news was simply called to tell me.

Although I never went back to school after graduating from high school, it would be difficult for me to see a teacher like Mrs. Zhang who is not close to me.

But not seeing it is one thing, passing away is another.

For example, Yu Huai, who I can’t see.

I used to be cruel and told myself that this person was dead. But it’s different if she really died. The news of Mrs. Zhang’s death made me feel particularly uncomfortable.

He simply mentioned it accidentally and said: “Hey, do you remember that Yu Huai was punished for standing by Mrs. Zhang before.”

She regretted it after she said it.

I smiled, closed my eyes and calmed down, and then pretended not to mind, and said, “Yes, he always fights against Mrs. Zhang. But if he hears about it, he will be very sad.”

No.310

Lao Fan and I rushed to the Starbucks of China World Trade Center and found a sofa seat.

“Why can’t I take pictures in a better environment?” I first took a few pictures of people around me and Lao Fan.

“I asked for this place. This place is of special significance to her. This screenwriter seems to have a difficult family background. It is not easy to struggle all the way. When I was working in college, I always passed by this Starbucks. I thought that if I could come in and drink coffee with my laptop, it would be true. Happiness is dead.”

“A writer has a good memory,” I laughed. “This story is really inspirational. If you change it, you can go to Hunan Station to draft.”

Old Fan smiled: “This story can be used as a starting point for writing a manuscript.”

“Okay, the environment is not important, it’s that the light is a little worse, so you have to retouch the picture. But the most important thing is the person.” I looked down at the effect of a few photos.

“Yes,” Lao Fan stretched, “So how do you look at me?”

“The topic turned too blunt.” I laughed.

“That’s because you don’t want to pick it up,” Lao Fan looked at me without a smile. “If you want to pick it up, you don’t need to make a start, you can talk directly.”

I looked at him, his mind was spinning fast, but a word could not come out of my mouth.

He laughed and shook his head, indicating that the topic could pass.

I can’t remember this is the first few times that Lao Fan has made a confession. He has not confessed seriously, and confession is silly, all of us feel so. If two people are interested in each other, a few hints will be a matter of course; if one party is not interesting, then it will not be embarrassing, and it will not be delayed to continue to be friends.

Like me and Lao Fan. I am the one who is boring. I thank him for the stoppage, and thank him for his thinking.

A sharp confession is only suitable for boys and girls, eager to cut themselves open to the other person to see, can not tolerate ambiguity, can not give room for turning. Only they care about the power of a word. It doesn’t work if you put it in the eyes or in the action, you must say it, you must.

So if you don’t say it, it’s nothing.

For example, I and Yu Huai seven years ago.

Lao Fan looked at me in a daze again, and shook the magazine on the table before my eyes.

“Oh,” I returned to the state, “I said for a long time, I forgot to ask, what is this person’s name?”

I changed the topic more bluntly, and Lao Fan smiled and didn’t continue to tease me.

“Called Cheng Qiaozhen.”

“what?”

With a shocked expression still on my face, I saw a girl in a white T-shirt and black pants walking in with a sky blue Balenciaga motorcycle bag at the door.

Yuanyuan’s face was thinner than before, showing a small pointed chin, and he smiled at us, still the same as before.

No.311

Cheng Qiaozhen didn’t recognize me.

After taking a few pictures diligently, Lao Fan and her had a lively chat, and I was playing on the phone.

At the end of their interview, a guy came over to talk to me.

“Excuse me, please…” He pointed to my table.

Lao Fan turned his head and smiled at me: “Okay, you have tried it well.”

I handed the stuff on the table to the boy, and said no thanks.

“What?” Cheng Qiaozhen was still as lively and enthusiastic as before, “What has been tried and tested?”

“My colleague,” Lao Fan pointed to me, “Teached me a quick way to be accosted at Starbucks, which is to put the iPhone charger on the most prominent place on the table.”

Cheng Qiaozhen laughed.

“This experience is really good. It’s too much to live. I want to write it down. It will be useful when writing scripts in the future.”

She actually took out a pen and started writing in a notebook, really hardworking.

I instinctively picked up the camera and took a picture of her writing with her head tilted. After so many years, the habit of capturing photos has not changed.

“Right,” I said, “Ms. Cheng, take a look at the photos you just took. Are you satisfied? We choose one to cooperate with the interview and send it out.”

Cheng Qiaozhen glanced at me and chose the photos. One is a frontal photo, and the other is a snapshot I just took.

“You are really talented in shooting people… Can I ask, is your name Geng Geng?” she asked.

I smiled embarrassedly and nodded: “I was so embarrassed just now.”

“Do you know each other?” Lao Fan pointed at us, “Well, I have something to go back to the company. I will withdraw first, and you will be talking about it.”

Lao Fan left, and Cheng Qiaozhen and I sat on the sofa seat she had just interviewed.

“Sure enough, it’s you!” she exclaimed in surprise, “I only heard the sound, you have changed a lot.”

I instinctively turned my head and looked at myself through the side glass.

The hair grew long, and I put a pen casually behind my head, and a lot of broken hair fell off. Lao Fan also said that this fan is very casual and beautiful. In the past few years, I’ve been shooting movies, my skin has been tanned, people have lost a lot of weight, and my facial features have become a bit more three-dimensional, which seems to be different.

“Not only looks, but also temperament,” Cheng Qiaozhen groaned for a while, “You really have changed a lot. It’s not like the kid at the beginning.”

I thought about it for a while and understood what she meant.

I stood in front of Cheng Qiaozhen back then, hiding behind my parents, and doing nothing in the situation. Compared with Cheng Qiaozhen, I am not just a child.

“Congratulations, I’m getting ahead.” I am polite.

“Doing what you like is not a boil.” She shook her head and said frankly.

Is such that. Is such that.

It was only in the past two years that I finally understood this truth.

No.312

Geng Geng in high school was suffering.

Later, the college entrance examination scores were very good, and the volunteers were also successful, and he was admitted to a good university of science and technology in Beijing, student biopharmaceuticals. This major was still very popular in the year I enrolled. It is easy to go abroad and suitable for further studies in China. The income of R&D departments of pharmaceutical companies is generally good and stable.

My parents said that Geng Geng is good at this point. At critical moments, he never loses the chain. This is also true for the high school entrance examination and the college entrance examination.

However, after going to university, those professional courses made me more painful and tormented than when I was in high school. I didn’t have much self-control, and I loved to avoid it by nature. In the first semester, I flew at a low altitude of 60 minutes for several courses.

With this GPA, you don’t want to go abroad unless you find an intermediary to spend money.

My dad was right. Classmate Geng Geng did never lose the chain on major events.

But every time I was lucky for a short time, I caused myself more pain. I throw dice at the crossroads of destiny, and I always hit the hottest and brightest road in everyone’s mind.

But he walked with blood on his feet.

Before graduation, I really didn’t have the perseverance to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I invested in some of the world’s top 500 multinational companies, filled out the online application form diligently, wrote numerous opening questions (open-ended questions), and answered differently every time I introduced myself.

Who made me become more and more unclear about my own virtues?

Many foreign companies’ websites are not easy to log in. In order to grab bandwidth, I sometimes take out my notebook and surf the Internet in the dorm at two or three o’clock in the morning and write until dawn.

I can’t fall asleep with my eyes closed, and my mind is all about the problems and self-introduction.

At this time, there will always be a voice deep in my mind, with a smile, passing through the noisy voices of the classroom, reaching my ears all the way.

He said, Geng Geng, you are so funny.

Many job applications have not even passed the resume, which seems to be the fault of grades.

So I applied for the civil service examination in Beijing under my dad’s expectation.

He won the lottery again.

It means an iron rice bowl, a Beijing registered permanent residence, and a life without panic—and then, on the morning of the three-month-long employment, I resigned.

Nothing big happened. I can’t remember a little bit myself. It seemed that it was raining that morning. I was lying on the bed thinking about how to change the text of our section chief, and suddenly I heard the sound of the girl who was renting with me getting up and brushing her teeth.

There was another Geng deep in the body and suddenly came back to life. She refused to live like this.

I can hardly describe this feeling.

When I was in college, I helped the student union and various clubs to take pictures to make extra money. Gradually, more and more people came to me, acquaintances introduced acquaintances, and friends met friends. In my senior year, I helped many Taobao models. Er and the third-line artists who are not popular have taken a lot of portraits and made a few small sums of money.

After resigning, I officially started working for the current fashion magazine, and it will be exactly one year this month.

Now I have a new idea.

No.313

Cheng Qiaozhen and I sat in the cafe until it got dark.

“So you are leaving Beijing?”

“Well, go back to my hometown.”

“Are you willing to Beijing?”

I shrugged: “What can I not bear. Big cities are as good as big cities, and small places have the beauty of small places.”

She stirred the coffee in her hand thoughtfully: “I saw a sentence on the Internet that day and it was very interesting.”

“what?”

“Working in a small city is like receiving a death notice fifty years later; in a big city, it is like holding a fictitious treasure map.”

I pondered this sentence and smiled. There are many people who wander between no up and no down, but sometimes even the most beautiful sentence is just a more refined complaint when you open it up.

I have complained enough, I don’t want to complain anymore.

“What do you want to do when you go back?” Cheng Qiaozhen asked.

“Open a studio for the most tacky wedding photos and art photos. But the kind without a storefront. Private photographer.”

“What is the kind without a storefront?” Cheng Qiaozhen became interested, and habitually picked up her pen.

“Cost-saving,” I said about my plan, inevitably a little excited. “I want to open a store with an internet celebrity I interviewed last year. Using her fans and appeal, I will focus on special photography. Anyway, I shoot. Although the people are unprofessional, I still have a set. I am confident that I can attract the first batch of customers with samples. The following things are spread by the Internet and word-of-mouth between people. This is based on my ability to speak.”

Cheng Qiaozhen’s eyes widened as she listened, her smile getting thicker.

“Without a storefront, it saves a lot of costs. It doesn’t cost much to take pictures with stories between couples. Most of the scenes are taken on campus or in commemorative locations during the interaction between two people, so it is very profitable. And every time Shooting is different. As a photographer, I can fly around and it’s not boring for me.”

I finished speaking in one breath, took a sip of black tea, and suddenly heard Cheng Qiaozhen say: “Kacha”.

“what?”

Cheng Qiaozhen looked at me with her cheek: “If I can take pictures, I really want to take pictures of you just now. Your eyes are shining. Do you know how many young people are in your eyes when you are There is no light anymore?”

I was a little embarrassed: “The famous screenwriter speaks differently. I just started to glow green when talking about making money.”

“You know what I’m talking about. I believe you have had times when there is no light in your eyes. It is very difficult and very lucky for people to have the courage to find the career they want to pursue and not be kidnapped by other vain things.”

I didn’t use gag to cover up my shyness this time.

One side, thank you for understanding.

“Hey, by the way, can I buy a share? I don’t have a lot of money. If you don’t like it, just let me know, but if you need any help, you must find me.

My eyes lit up, so lucky today.

If you really want to do this, of course you need money.

I talked with Cheng Qiaozhen for more than an hour to roughly determine the framework of cooperation. We are all girls who have just graduated just a year or two, and we are still very tender, especially in business. No one has any experience, so we plan to be extra cautious.

But what will happen depends on the future.

Cheng Qiaozhen repeated her emotions and said that I had changed, and became more and more popular, and was no longer a little girl who was confused and went to Beijing to take the test of editor and director at the request of her parents.

is it. I laugh.

No.314

After eating a few bites of food, when I walked out of the restaurant, I suddenly felt that since I was carrying the equipment on my back, I might as well go “sweeping the street” by the way. Photographing passersby is always my favorite thing to do when I am idle and bored. I heard that doing this in Japan will lead to the police arrest. Fortunately, I was born in China.

I was sitting on the side of the road on Gulou Street, with my back facing the National Library of Ancient Books, looking down at the passersby I just photographed. At this point, they are all grandparents who came out of Beihai Park. Everyone is proud of a bit of comfort. Compared with the young people, they look very energetic.

In one picture, the aunt and the uncle walked side by side, and the uncle was still carrying a pony in his hand, smiling, but the aunt deliberately separated from him a little distance and rolled her eyes at him beside.

in argument? Still about to fight? The old man played chess in the park and forgot to go home? Or did you chat with an old lady and got caught?

I like to make up the story behind holding a photo of a stranger, which makes me temporarily forget that my life has not happened for a long time.

The stories about me seem to have happened in the past.

I suddenly remembered that when Cheng Qiaozhen said goodbye to me, she waved her hand and said softly: “Come on, Geng Geng.”

Come on, Geng Geng.

It was these four words that caught the heart that I thought was already indestructible.

How long has no one said these four words to me?

When was the last time? Was it one night five years ago when the lights were on? Geng Geng, with short hair and slightly fat, was standing at the door of his house, listening to a boy saying to her, “Geng Geng, come on.”

He had something to say, but he didn’t speak.

He said forget it, there will be opportunities to say in the future.

But I didn’t wait for anything.

If something is not said, then forget it.

Some stories are not finished yet, so forget it.