When Ning Ran first went to the home of the street photographer who claimed to be comparable to Eugene Applejack, she even thought she might have been trafficked.

It took her more than three hours to drive here from the city, and it was still the least traffic-jammed afternoon in Hejing.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really didn't believe that there was such a place in Hejing, the red brick wall couldn't even stop a six-year-old child, the rusty iron gate made her feel like she would hit her if she pushed it a little harder, and the whole yard was empty, except for two washed elongated T-shirts hanging from a rope, a pair of white sweatpants and a motorcycle from an unknown number of years ago.

Suppressing the last trace of patience in his heart, Ning Ran knocked on the door, and his tone was correct: "Is anyone there?"

She didn't need to look closely, the house was empty, there was no TV, no kitchen supplies, like a freshly cleaned rental house.

She tried to call the phone from the headhunter, even though the previous ones didn't reply, as soon as the phone was connected, she heard an old-fashioned ringtone from the room inside, she guessed that it was a domestic machine about 10 years old.

Pushing open the hidden door, he saw a person lying motionless on the bed, if it weren't for the sound of breathing, Ning Ran would feel that he had seen a corpse.

"It's a big shelf to not answer the phone when there's nothing to do. She cursed in her heart.

Thinking about her manuscript when she was about to reach the time, she didn't shout directly: "Mr. Wan, hello, I have a business to talk to you about." ”

The person in front of him didn't open his eyes, and replied directly: "I have enough money this month, don't take orders, come back next time." ”

The tone was not as lazy as when he just got up, and his feelings were just pretending to be asleep, Ning Ran became more and more angry in his heart: "You haven't heard how much I can give you, don't be in a hurry to refuse, maybe you won't have to do my order next month." ”

The person on the bed half-opened his eyes and looked at her after hearing this, tall and tall, with curly hair, just hanging down to his chest, wearing a dress that covered his hips, his exposed calves were white and slender, stepping on a pair of stiletto heels that were incompatible with this place, and his makeup was exquisite, especially those eyes, so he looked at him with a little anger, as if he was seducing his soul. The man known as Mr. Wan slowly sat up, took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside, lit it and said two words: "Beautiful." ”

Ning Ran is indeed beautiful, no matter when she walks on the road, there are always people staring at her, not that her facial features are more peugeot, but her whole person, if Xia Meng, a talented woman in the Republic of China, can live until now, it should be her.

Ning Ran's eyes flashed with ridicule when he heard this, he was just an ordinary man, unkempt, his hair that had not been repaired for a long time had covered his eyes, his mouth had a layer of skin, and he was smoking the cheapest cigarette on the market. But the hands, with slender fingers and distinct joints, were as white and tender as their faces.

Seeing that there was nothing to observe, she spoke again: "Mr. Wan, I am Ning Ran, the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Various", and now a group of pieces is in a hurry, I really want to ask you to help with this, of course, the reward will really not be disadvantaged to you." ”

Although she used the words of supplication, her tone did not have a hint of humility.

Wan Jia stepped on the half-lit cigarette with his foot, and sarcastically said to himself: What a proud woman who does not hide herself.

He stood up and poured himself a glass of water, and replied unhurriedly: "With such a big magazine, why are you looking for a layman like me, who can afford to hire a domestic first-line photographer, I can only take pictures of a certain treasure model." ”

"I've seen the pictures you took, and of course, if you really did it yourself, then I want to work with you. Ning Ran didn't move with him, but still stood in place and took out a contract from his bag.

"If you are sincere, first, I don't sign a contract, I give money to the film, you can sign anyone's name, how to modify it at will, second, only appear once in the scene, there is no second chance to appear, third, pay according to the time, use that is, pay, if you believe that I will not pass on the negative for two purposes, you contact me again, if you don't agree, then say goodbye and don't waste time. After moistening his throat, his voice was not so thick just now, and his deep voice told his request word by word.

Ning Ran obviously didn't expect that he could even do without the right of authorship, after all, if he was hired in their magazine once, there would only be a lot more opportunities in the future. She only hesitated for a few seconds, then picked the corner of her mouth, took out a thick pile of cash from her bag, handed it to him, and said: "Mr. Wan counts, this is a deposit of 20,000 yuan, and then the balance will be added according to the effect, you can rest assured, it will not be less than 100,000, and the cooperation is happy." ”

He didn't look back, reached out and took the money, "Don't send it." ”

"Don't answer my phone tomorrow, Mr. Wan. Ning Ran walked up to him and clicked on the phone he had put on the table, then waved his hand: "Goodbye." ”

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wan Jia threw the money on the table, thinking of the sound of breathing that had just come close, and the face that seemed to be smiling, and spit out softly: "It's so beautiful." ”

After Ning Ran got into the car, he glanced behind him indifferently, recalling the work he saw by chance, the violent collision of red and black, the wilderness, the sunset, there was no beast in the picture, but it slammed into her soul ferociously, like peeping, like longing.

Even if Ning Ran has seen the best works over the years, it is not as good as the visual impact that moment gave her, and the people behind that group of photos seem to be about to rush out of the camera at any time to tear apart everything about her, hypocrisy, hiding, and all of them are vulnerable.

But such a good thing is just an exhibition on the layout of a third-rate scenic spot, and such a thoughtful photographer lives in the cheapest corner of Hejing, with no neon lights and no haze.

Ning Ran chuckled, she had fantasized about what the eyes behind her had seen countless times, but today, she only saw the boundless abyss from those eyes.

Wan Jia listened to the expensive car that did not belong in this place leave, lit a cigarette, and looked at the pile of cash with contempt in his eyes.

After a long time, he took out the lens placed in a high place to wipe it, and at this time, there was light in his eyes, but he couldn't penetrate the layers of obscuration.

To Ning Ran's surprise, Wan Jia not only didn't answer his call today, but also answered it as soon as the bell rang three times, Ning Ran raised his eyebrows and teased: "It's early today, Mr. Wan." ”

"The address was sent. Wan Jia didn't answer her.

"Mr. Wan, I'd better pick you up. Ning Ran thought of his motorcycle, which looked like it was going to be in an accident, much like the school dropout teenagers with dyed hair colors when they were filming in a rural area, and the thunderous engine sound would be made as they passed by. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt funny, no matter how she said it, Wan Jia didn't look like a teenager, he should be in his thirties.

"No need, text me. After Wan Jia finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.

A busy sound came from the earpiece, and Ning Ran was already immune to this character who had no ability and was very good at putting on a face.

Her assistant had just come to tell her that the team was already on their way, and she wasn't going to tell them that they had brought in an amateur photographer, in fact, she didn't have to ask anyone's permission at all.

She pressed her phone and sent the address.

Today she doesn't want to wear high heels, she will be tired when she goes out, there is no need to add to her burden, today's theme is on the wasteland, her feet will come back blistered.

In fact, she doesn't need to stare at the scene in person, the editor-in-chief doesn't have to do such a trivial matter, not to mention that it's just an inside page. It's just that this time it's a gamble on hers, this time the sales are good, she will have a three-day vacation, she hasn't let go of such a long vacation for a long time.

Many people say that she climbed into the boss's bed with her face, and it is true that she is still too young, even if she is almost thirty years old, but she is still very young compared to this position. No one will look at her grades and schedule, but she doesn't care, she does have relationships with all kinds of men, but not the fat-headed, big-eared boss.

Ning Ran went alone, she didn't want to mix with those people with broken mouths, and her assistant didn't play a role in her.

There are not many people who come to this shooting, in fact, this is just a small shooting, only five pictures, otherwise she would not be so happy to hand it over to Wanjia.

As soon as she parked the car, she saw Wan Jia, who had not changed his clothes and his hair was not taken care of, and he was standing alone outside the shed to adjust the tripod. Ning Ran walked over, Wan Jia raised her eyes, and didn't say hello to her.

She didn't speak, compared to yesterday, he seemed to be neater today, probably because he splashed his face with water and shaved off his stubble.

She made an appointment with the team that she had cooperated with for a long time today, and as soon as the lighting engineer Lao Lin saw her, he came up to greet her enthusiastically, "Sister Ning, why did you come here in person today?"

Ning Ran smiled kindly and said, "What's the matter, I'm afraid I'm too strict?"

"Harm, what are you talking about, Sister Ning is so beautiful, as soon as she comes to supervise our young man, it is like beating chicken blood, and he is very efficient. ”

Ning Ran listened to these clichéd flatteries and smiled skillfully, "What about the model?"

Lao Lin looked around, lowered his voice a little, and said in a disdainful tone: "Don't say it, let's drive to pick it up, in Mr. Zhao's villa, if you can't talk about it, you have to wait." ”

Ning Ran didn't show any emotion, she hadn't seen this kind of thing a hundred times or ten times, "No way, then wait." ”

Ning Ran has never liked to deal with these pampered and arrogant little people, where she should look at her eyes, she will not do anything bad at all.

People in the company said that Ning Ran was kind and gentle, and she was the best boss to talk to, only she knew that she didn't want to have too much to do with boring people, and more things were better than less.

Ning Ran glanced at Wan Jia, he was out of step with the team, standing alone in the distance, some people were huddled together and whispering, saying that this photographer was arrogant and didn't look good.

Ning Ran glanced at them, and those people immediately stopped talking, the people she chose didn't like to hear a trace of doubt.