When Qin Fan sat in the office of the Propaganda Department of the Hand Tow Factory, it was about four o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Fan's uncle took out the camera from the camera bag, and carefully checked it left and right to see if there was any damage, Qin Fan pouted: "Uncle, don't do it." "I'll just take a look. The uncle said curtly. "Where's the film?" "Didn't wash it." ”

"Bring it, I'll go to the provincial capital tomorrow, and I'll wash yours by the way."

"No money. ”

"No money, forget it......"

"Pick at you. "I know that there are some expenses that can be reimbursed by the factory. Then he asked, "I heard that there is a photography exhibition in the province, can people like me participate?"

"You, that depends on what you're shooting. Uncle replied a little disdainfully, although the portraits taken by Qin Fan are much better than ordinary ones, they are still far from professional. Qin Fan also looked down on the works of their so-called photography association, believing that they were dull and without aura, and only sought the beauty of the picture, not its charm.

"Turn around and rinse it out, please palm your eyes. "There's nothing disrespectful, it's just that it's too close.

"Alright, give me the film. Uncle still compromised.

"Turn around, and give it to you if you have money. "It's a bit of a bummer. But the money must be given, and that is because of the lovely and terrible aunt.

Listening to the roaring sound of the machine in the workshop of the hand tow factory below, this is also the enterprise in Gao'an that ranks first in the country, and its production and sales are the first. In addition, there is also the Gao'an big white goose, which is also quite famous.

Look at the time is still early, this is not far from Beimen Street, there is also a place where Qin Fan often goes, Lao Cui's studio, said to be a studio but different from the studio of later generations, it is just a few painting friends get together to paint, confiscated students This said, are all some poor haha, painting still life is better, if you paint people, either take turns to be models, or big guys make money, ask beggars or vagabonds on the street, and make up a lot of money, roughly two, triangular money, time is also very loose, there is time to paint two strokes, there are also a long time not to go, Qin Fan and Chang Jun have not been for a long time。

Lao Cui's studio doesn't know, it's not easy to find, it's still some way away from the ancient city wall, and it's also renting a bungalow, hidden in a similar slum. When Qin Fan rode to the North Gate Street, according to his memory, he found Zhimen Alley, went along the alley, passed through the narrow aisles of several bungalows, and saw a small sign in front of a very simple door, with four characters on the card: Lao Cui Studio.

knocked on the door, and someone inside answered: "The door is not closed, come in." "Push the door in. I saw that there were four or five people in the twenty-square-meter house.

The long-haired and bearded old Cui slanted his eyes: "When will it be released?" ”

"Just now. "It's too lazy to talk. threw a cigarette to Lao Cui, Lao Cui's actual age is not very old, about twenty-four or five. In Gao'an City, it is also famous, and it has repeatedly failed in the examination.

It's not that I can't be professional, but I really suffer in cultural classes. Only a hundred points a year, not as lucky as the old cow in the previous years, the old cow, Niu Yehong is also a super painting skills, the cultural class is also only a hundred points every year, but the old cow is lucky to be admitted to Zhejiang and the United States, which also greatly encourages those old paintings similar to the old cow.

Just like in my memory, there are still exercises on the wall that everyone thinks are good, nothing more than sketches, still lifes, and avatars. Gouache still life, avatar. From time to time, there are some oil paintings, which are also Lao Cui's masterpieces. There is also a room in the room, not big, about seven or eight square meters, there are two beds in it, and there are quilts that can't see the color clearly, which is also convenient for some people to sleep temporarily when they are late. There are two other people in the studio, Qin Fan also knows, one is Jiang Fei and the other is Dong Xiang.

nodded, threw two more cigarettes, and asked, "Where is Chang Junren?"

Lao Cui pouted: "I haven't seen you for a long time, hey, did you run away?" turned his head and asked Jiang Fei. Jiang Fei said with certainty: "No, I saw him collecting protection money on the street with a bald head two days ago." ”

Lao Cui shook his head: "I don't want to do it, I won't come to paint, after a long time, I will definitely be eaten by the gun." "It's really Lao Cui who said that if the trajectory of fate does not change, Chang Jun will also be one of the members of the government suppression at the end of the year.

Dong Xiang said with a smile on the side: "He's thinking about it, and if he thinks about it, he will starve to death, and he often can't eat for a few days, and his family is poor." He said to Qin Fan again: "Look at your painting folder, there are still a few pieces of paper, all of them have been painted by him, you are here, and there is only this painting folder left." On weekdays, you are still better, but during this time you are not there, who can take care of him, and he will not pull out a dime. ”

Qin Fan sighed and said: "His father died early, and his mother made some money by pasting matchboxes, Chang Jun can also draw two strokes, and the rest is not good." Lao Cui persuaded: "Fanzi, you and Chang Jun can be said to be small, and you also persuade him that sooner or later something will happen to him like this." Qin Fan asked Jiang Fei: "Two days ago, where did you see him?" Jiang Fei thought about it and said with some uncertainty: "It seems to be the one that turned the corner." Qin Fan was a little surprised: "Canghuang abduction?" Later generations knew that it was Hu Wuzhi's territory, and Hu Wuzhi was also one of the best gangsters in Gao'an.

Qin Fan couldn't sit still a little, and said to those few, "Thank you, I'll go find him." "Okay, get him back, and we'll get together." Lao Cui said kindly.

Say goodbye to Lao Cui and them, and go straight to Chang Jun's house, Chang Jun is not there, his mother is very happy to see Qin Fan, but she didn't know that Chang Jun was there, she talked with his mother for a while, and said to go to Chang Jun.

Cycling to Canghuang Corner, Canghuang Corner is a crossroads connected with a alley, on both sides of the alley there are also scattered some small business vendors, but when it is late, more vendors will appear one after another, and they will start doing business on the dim street lamps on the side of the road.

Qin Fan didn't see him, thought about it, parked the car behind a car selling pancakes, and squatted there to see if he could see him.

As the sky gets darker, there are more and more people coming, buying some gadgets or snacks. It looks like a night market, and there are also some gangsters and thieves in it. I spent a dime and a half cents, bought pancakes in front of the car and ate them, but my eyes were still looking around, but I still didn't see them. I bought three more pancakes, wrapped them in paper, and prepared to take them to Chang's mother.

He didn't ride far, Qin Fan heard an angry shout behind him: "If you don't want money, you want to die!" followed by a sound of snoring, when he looked back, not far from him was in front of a stall to buy wontons, the short fight was over, the stall owner covered his head, the blood on his head flowed out along his fingers, and he still cursed in his mouth: "I took it again and again, and I didn't let people live!" A bald head and a long hair carried a short stick, and the gesture was about to hit again, the stall owner took a few steps back, and the people around him just watched.

"Chang Jun. Qin Fan tried to shout, but he always felt that the long hair was very similar to Chang Jun.

Chang Jun, who was about to fight, suddenly heard someone shouting: "Chang Jun." He looked back at his back suspiciously, but the figures around him swayed, and it was a little dim in the distance, and his heart was in a trance.

"Chang Jun. "Again. Sure that it was calling him, he whispered a few words to his companion's bald head, and turned around to find the person who called him, "Chang Jun." This sound was very close, and when I looked up, I saw that it was a bald head, and my eyes were confused. I didn't recognize it for a while. "Chang Jun, I'm Fanzi. "It's a bit of a gas. But then: "Chang Jun, run!"

Qin Fan also glanced at the distance unintentionally, only vaguely saw that there were four or five green skins in the distance looking at this coming, and suddenly felt that something was wrong in his heart. shouted at Chang Jun: "Chang Jun, run, get in the car." ”