Chapter 58 Chapter 57 Later (No.308 - No.314)

"What happened next?" Lao Fan said as he opened a bottle of beer. "Your altitude sickness has just subsided, and you drink again, are you looking for death?" I grabbed the bottle and walked a little farther away from the car, turned the bottle upside down, and poured it all into the soil. "What the hell kind of performance art are you playing! The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is so tight, do you waste it like this?" He was anxious, "Linzhi's altitude is only so low, it's far from Namtso, I've already adapted!" I walked back to him and sat down, wrapping a blanket around me.

"Shall we still shoot?" I looked up at the sky. "There are clouds, but I still can't take pictures." Lao Fan glanced in the direction of the canyon. "If you want to take pictures of Nanjia Bawa Peak from the perspective of Linzhi's winding road, you really have to burn incense before coming. It was a sunny day, and there were clouds as soon as the filming started, it was really fucking evil." "Didn't Chinese National Geography select the most beautiful mountains in China before? Namjagbarwa has been filmed badly in the past few years, why are you still here?"

"Shh!" Lao Fan raised his index finger, "Let Wang Dali and the others hear that they must slap you. You don't understand, you think it's interesting to shoot people, and they think it's interesting to shoot scenes. A slight change in light can tell the difference." Come on. This is the seventh time for Wang Dali to enter Tibet. I heard that he slept in the car for three days to wait for Namjagbarwa, and he survived by relying on military compressed biscuits." I looked at the back of the fat man in the distance, and predicted: "Wang Dali despises the current mobile phone photography the most, the old antique one, instagram (mobile phone application) can kill him. We all curse him that he will marry a selfie lover in the future." The daughter-in-law is not good, she is the kind of girl who needs to add a treasure filter when taking pictures of crayfish."

Lao Fan laughed for half a minute, then lit a cigarette unwilling to be lonely.I moved aside calmly, and was immediately hit on the head by him. "But having said that, I still need Wang Dali and the others to shoot the scene. You are not suitable for a little girl. She is exposed to the sun and her skin is rough. You should transfer the group and go back to shoot stars, although you often encounter various things to force the agent. , at least earn a lot.” I smiled and didn't speak. "Hey, I asked you something, why did you stop talking halfway, and what happened later?"

"What later?" "Don't you take turns talking about your first love? What are you talking about to me? I can't even remember the name. So what's the matter, have you talked?" I laughed. "No." After returning to Beijing, I planned to resign. The last job is an interview. The editor-in-chief asked me to partner with Lao Fan to interview a rising star in the past two years. "Who is it?" I asked while cleaning the equipment, "A TV drama or a movie?" "He is a very young screenwriter, a rookie in the industry, and he has grown up very fast in the past two years." Lao Fan pulled 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 screenplay at the Berlin Film Festival. It's about juvenile crime." I zipped up the camera bag: "By the way, what does independent film mean? I've heard it for several years, but I haven't quite figured it out yet." "Didn't you tell me that you also took the film school? Didn't you 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.Since I joined the company, he has been covering me all the time, teaching me various ways, he is very kind.

"The earliest refers to those films that are independent of the eight major Hollywood film production companies, and are self-funded and self-produced. You don't need to listen to the investors, and you are free. In our country, we are talking about the kind that is relatively biased and non-commercial." "Is that a literary film?" Lao Fan laughed angrily: "I know your Chinese teacher died early." I glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense! My Chinese teacher really passed away last year." Granny Zhang died of a heart attack last year.The news was simply a phone call to tell me.

Although I never went back to school after graduating from high school, it would be very difficult for me to have the opportunity to see a teacher like Mrs. Zhang who is not close to me in this life. However, it is one thing not to see it, and another thing to pass away. For example, Yu Huai, who I can't see. I used to get angry and tell myself that this person is dead.But it's different when she really died. The news of Mrs. Zhang's death made me feel very sad. Jian Jian mentioned it inadvertently, and said, "Hey, do you remember that Yu Huai was punished by Mrs. Zhang to stand before?"

She regretted it after she finished speaking. I smiled, closed my eyes to calm down, pretended not to mind, and continued, "Yes, he is always against Mrs. Zhang. But if he hears about it, he will be very sad." Lao Fan and I rushed to the Starbucks in China World Trade Center and found a sofa seat. "Why don't you take pictures in a better environment?" I first took a few pictures of the people around me and Lao Fan. "I asked for it myself. This place has special meaning to her. This screenwriter seems to have a very difficult family background. It was not easy to work hard all the way. When I was working part-time in college, I always passed by this Starbucks. At that time, I thought it would be great if I could come in and drink coffee with my laptop. 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 TV for an audition." Lao Fan smiled: "This story can be used as an entry point for writing manuscripts." "Okay, the environment is not important, but the light is a bit poor, so I have to retouch the picture. But the important thing is the person himself." I looked down at the effects of a few photos. "Yeah," Lao Fan stretched his waist, "so how do you look at me?" "The topic has changed too bluntly." I laughed.

"That's because you don't want to pick it up." Lao Fan looked at me without smiling, "If you want to pick it up, you don't even need a reason, you can talk directly." I looked at him, my mind was running fast, but I couldn't get a word out of my mouth. He laughed and shook his head, indicating that this topic can pass. I can't remember how many times this is the first time that Lao Fan has brushed aside the matter of confessing his love.He didn't have a serious confession, and it's silly to be serious, all of us think so.If two people are interesting to each other, it will be a matter of course after a few hints; if one party is not interesting, then it is not embarrassing, and it will not delay to continue making jokes and being friends. Like me and Lao Fan.I am the boring party, I thank him for his point, and I am even more grateful for his thoughtfulness. A sharp confession is only suitable for boys and girls, who are eager to cut themselves open for the other party to see, there is no room for ambiguity, and there is no room for maneuver.Only they care about the power of a sentence. It doesn't matter if you put it in your eyes or in your actions, you must say it, you must. So if you don't say anything, it doesn't count. For example, Yu Huai and I seven years ago. Seeing me, Lao Fan was in a daze again, picked up the magazine on the table and shook it in front of my eyes. "Oh," I returned to the status quo, "I have been talking for a long time, and I forgot to ask, what is this person's name?" I changed the subject even more bluntly, Lao Fan laughed and stopped teasing me. "It's 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 at the door, carrying a sky blue Balenciaga motorcycle bag. Yuanyuan's face was thinner than before, showing a small pointed chin, smiling at us, still the same as before. Cheng Qiaozhen did not recognize me. After dutifully taking a few photos, Lao Fan had a heated chat with her, while I was playing with my phone. At the end of their interview, a guy came up to me and approached me. "Excuse me, may I ask..." He pointed to my table. Lao Fan turned his head and smiled at me: "Okay, you, you have tried and tested." I handed the things 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 at me, "taught me a shortcut to being accosted at Starbucks, which is to put the iPhone charger on the most conspicuous place on the table." Cheng Qiaozhen laughed. "This experience is really good, it's so lifelike, I want to write it down, and it will be useful when writing scripts in the future." She actually took out a pen and wrote in the 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. "By the way," I said, "Miss Cheng, take a look at the photos you just took. Are you satisfied? Let's choose one and send it out for the interview." Cheng Qiaozhen glanced at me and picked out the photo.One is a frontal photo, and the other is a snapshot I just took. "You are really talented in photographing people... May I ask, is your name Geng Geng?" she asked. I smiled shyly and nodded: "I didn't have the nerve to get close just now." "You guys know each other?" Lao Fan pointed at us, "Well, I have something to do and I'm going back to the company, so let's leave first, Geng Geng, you two can talk." Lao Fan left, Cheng Qiaozhen and I sat on the sofa where she had just interviewed. "It really is you!" She exclaimed in surprise, "I only heard the voice, you have changed a lot." Instinctively, I turned my head and looked at myself through the side glass. His hair has grown long, and he tied it casually behind his head with a pen, and a lot of broken hair fell out. Lao Fan also said that this style is quite casual and beautiful.In the past few years, I have been traveling here and there to take pictures, my skin is tanned, I have lost a lot of weight, and my facial features have become a little more three-dimensional, it seems that it is really different. "Not just your looks, but also your temperament," Cheng Qiaozhen pondered for a while, "You really have changed a lot. You're not like the kid you were back then." I thought about it and understood what she meant. Back then, I stood in front of Cheng Qiaozhen, hid behind my parents, and did nothing. Compared with Cheng Qiaozhen, I was just a child. "Congratulations, you've made it through." I said politely. "Doing what you like doesn't count as hard work." She shook her head, speaking frankly. Is such that.Is such that. It was only two years ago that I finally understood this truth. Geng Geng in high school was very tormented. Later, the college entrance examination scores were very good, and the voluntary report was excellent. He was admitted to a good science and technology university in Beijing, where he studied biopharmaceuticals.This major was still very popular when I entered school. It was easy to go abroad, and it was also 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. He never loses the chain at critical moments, neither in the high school entrance examination, nor in the college entrance examination. However, after I went to college, 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 was evasive by nature. In the first semester, several homeworks scored 60 points at low altitude. This kind of GPA makes it impossible to go abroad, unless you find an intermediary to spend money. My dad was right, Geng Geng never lost track of big things. But every time I am lucky, I create more pain for myself.I throw dice at the crossroads of fate, and I can always hit the hottest and brightest road in everyone's mind. But he walked with blood dripping from his feet. I really didn't have the willpower to take the postgraduate entrance examination before graduation. I invested in some of the world's top 500 multinational companies, filled out the online application form conscientiously, and wrote countless opening questions. The answers to each self-introduction were different. Who made me become more and more unclear about my own virtues. The websites of many foreign companies are not easy to log in. In order to grab bandwidth, I sometimes take out my laptop and surf the Internet in the dormitory 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 full of questions and self-introduction (self-introduction). At this time, there will always be a voice in the back of my mind, with a smile, passing through the noisy voices of the classroom, and reaching my ears from thousands of miles away. He said, Geng Geng, you are so interesting. Many job applications do not even pass the resume, and it seems that it is the fault of grades. So under my dad's expectation, I applied for the civil servant examination in Beijing. He actually won the lottery again. It meant an iron rice bowl, it meant a Beijing hukou, it meant a life without panic—and then on the morning of my first three months in the job, I resigned. Nothing major happened.I can’t remember it myself, it seemed to be raining that morning, I was lying on the bed thinking about how to revise our section chief’s speech, and suddenly I heard the sound of the girl I shared with getting up and brushing her teeth. Deep in his body, another Geng Geng suddenly came alive.She refuses to live like this. It's hard for me to describe the feeling. When I was in college, I took pictures of student unions and various clubs in my spare time to earn extra money. Gradually, more and more people came to me, acquaintances introduced acquaintances, friends connected friends. When I was in senior year, I already helped many Taobao models Er and the unpopular third-line artists have taken a lot of photo shoots, and made a few small sums of money in bits and pieces. After resigning, I have officially joined the current fashion magazine, and it will be exactly one year until this month. Now I have a new idea. Cheng Qiaozhen and I sat in the cafe until it was getting dark. "So you're leaving Beijing?" "Well, go back to my hometown." "Are you willing to go to Beijing?" I shrugged: "There is nothing to be reluctant to do. Big cities have their advantages, and small places have their advantages." She stirred the coffee in her hand thoughtfully: "The other day I saw a sentence on the Internet and thought it was very interesting." "what?" "Working in a small city is like receiving a death notice fifty years from now; working in a big city is like clutching an imaginary treasure map." I pondered this sentence for a while, and smiled.There are many people who are hovering between being up and down, but sometimes even the most beautiful sentence is nothing more than a more refined complaint when you take it apart. I've complained enough, I don't want to complain any more. "What do you want to do when you go back?" Cheng Qiaozhen asked. "Open a photo studio for the most tacky wedding photos and artistic photos. But the kind without a storefront. Private photographer." "What do you mean without a storefront?" Cheng Qiaozhen became interested, and picked up her pen habitually. "Cost saving," I said about my plan, I couldn't help but dance with excitement, "I'm going to open a store with an Internet celebrity I interviewed last year, and use her fans and appeal to focus on featured photography. Anyway, I shoot Although he is not professional, he still has a way. I am still very confident in attracting the first batch of customers with samples. The rest of the things will be spread through the Internet and word-of-mouth among people. This is based on ability.” Cheng Qiaozhen listened with wide-eyed eyes, and her smile grew wider and wider. "There is a lot of cost saved by not having a storefront. In fact, it doesn't cost much to take characteristic photos of couples with stories. Most of the scenes are taken on campus or in commemorative places during the relationship 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: "Crack". "what?" Cheng Qiaozhen looked at me with her chin on her cheek: "If I could take pictures, I really wanted to take a picture of you just now. Your eyes are shining. Do you know how many young people at your age have eyes that are Is there no light left?" I was a little embarrassed: "Famous screenwriters just talk differently. I just talk about making money and my eyes start to glow green." "You know what I'm talking about. I believe you have also had times when your eyes didn't shine. 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 superficial things." I didn't cover up my shyness with gags this time. Thank you for your understanding. "Hey, by the way, can I become a shareholder? I don't have much money, so it's fine if you don't want to, but if you need any help, you must come to me." My eyes lit up, I was really lucky today. If you really want to do this, of course you need money. I chatted with Cheng Qiaozhen for more than an hour, and roughly determined the framework of cooperation.We are all girls who have just graduated for a year or two. After all, we are still very young. Especially in business, no one has experience, so we are extra cautious in planning. But what will happen depends on the future. Cheng Qiaozhen repeated with emotion that I had changed, that I was in a hurry, and that I was no longer a little girl who was confused and obeyed her parents' request and went to Beijing to take the exam as a director. yes.I smile. After eating a few mouthfuls 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 to "sweep the streets" by the way.Photographing passers-by has always been my favorite thing to do when I am idle. I heard that in Japan, if you do this, you will be arrested and taken to the police station. Fortunately, I was born in China. I sat on the side of the road on Gulou Street, with my back to the Ancient Books Hall of the National Library, looking down at the passers-by I just took.All of them are grandpas and aunts who came out of Beihai Park. Everyone has a little bit of self-satisfied pride. Compared with young people, they seem particularly energetic. In a certain picture, the aunt and the uncle are walking side by side. The uncle is still holding a small saddle in his hand, smiling, but the aunt deliberately keeps a little distance from him and rolls her eyes at him. in argument?Or is it about to quarrel?The old man was playing chess in the park and forgot to go home?Or did you get caught talking to some old lady? I like to take a picture of a stranger and make up a story behind it, and it makes me forget for a moment that no story has happened in my life 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 were caught off guard and hit my heart that I thought was indestructible. How long has no one said these four words to me? When was the last time?Was it a night five years ago, when the lights came on?Geng Geng, with short hair and slightly chubby, was standing at the door of her house, listening to a boy say to her, "Geng Geng, come on." He had something to say, but didn't speak. He said forget it, there will be opportunities to say it in the future. But I didn't wait for anything. If something is left unsaid, forget it. Some stories are not finished yet, forget it.