Ning Ran dialed twice in a row, until the bell rang and no one answered, and the doubts and uneasiness in his heart became thicker and thicker.

"Wu Jun, come in. Ning Ran picked up the civil war phone, and within a few seconds, her assistant pushed the door in.

"Editor-in-chief, what are your instructions?" the assistant is a thoughtful person who has followed her as soon as she graduated and has been doing it for four years.

"What's my itinerary for today?"

The assistant knew her work well, so she didn't have to look through the itinerary and told her: "There will be a theme meeting later, and at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, you will use the pictures from the newspaper, and you said that you are going to visit Mr. Chen today and ask him to do an interview." ”

Ning Ran was silent in his heart, glanced at his phone, and said, "In this way, the meeting will be presided over by the deputy editor, and the results will be sent to my email, and I will review it again, and I will go out now for some trouble." ”

The assistant didn't ask much, nodded, and said, "Got it." ”

Ning Ran didn't delay any longer, picked up the car keys and left.

She rarely goes to Kaline's house, but fortunately she set it last time, and the address is still in the navigation, and now it's almost noon, there are no cars on the road, and Kalime lives not far from her company, but it only took twenty minutes.

Ning Ran smelled the smell of alcohol before he entered the door, and the action of pressing the doorbell in his hand became more and more urgent, and he stood for about two minutes before the door opened from the inside.

Ning Ran glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

Kaline's hair was messy, she was wearing a wide nightdress, her eyes were all black, her face was haggard, and she didn't know what kind of crooked path she had taken, but she didn't look angry.

Kaline lives in an ordinary community, compared to her current commercial value, this place will not be believed when the paparazzi blow it out, with two bedrooms and one living room, clutter at home, and beer cans everywhere on the ground.

Kaline saw that it was her, and she didn't react, "Sister Ning, sit." ”

Ning Ran pointed to the sofa with yellow wine stains everywhere, and said in a cold tone: "Where do you let me sit?"

Kaline took two pillows out of the room, put them in a fairly clean place, and said, "I'll give you a grievance first." ”

Ning Ran didn't sit down, looked at her, and said, "What's the matter? ”

Kaline sneered, as expected.

Ning Ran waited for her answer, and Kaline replied nonchalantly: "I'm blocked." ”

Ning Ran didn't see any relevant news on the way here, and if it wasn't for the black material and gossip, it was only...

"Who have you offended?"

Kaline pursed her lips and said, "Sister Ning, don't ask. ”

Ning Ran raised his eyes and said, "Is it easy to solve?"

Kaline raised her hand and combed her hair, put it behind her shoulder, looked a little more energetic, and said, "Sister Ning, I don't want to do this anymore." ”

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Ning Ran's tone was bone-chilling, she had just finished graduate school abroad at that time, driving around, passing by the bar in Zhougu Lane, Kaline came out of it with a wine glass, wearing an ordinary waiter overalls, her hair was tied into a ponytail and stuffed into her hat, but the arrogance on her body couldn't be hidden.

Ning Ran felt that she had to belong to the light, to be scrutinized and picky by thousands of pairs of eyes, and she still had to live in the camera, wearing the latest designer works, walking on the catwalk, it was she who took Kaline into this circle and held her up.

Kaline smiled bitterly, "I have been doing it for five years to leave my name in this circle, and I don't even have a chance to show up if someone else says a word." ”

"I don't have time to see you hanging your head," Ning Ran took out the business card that Qin Zhengsai gave her from her bag and threw it at Kaline's feet, "It doesn't taste good to fall into the bottom of the well, but are you the kind of person who is willing to admit defeat?"

Kaline only glanced at it, and the light in her eyes went out again, "It's useless, no matter how many people look for me, as long as the brokerage company doesn't let go, it will be a private job, and you have to pay liquidated damages." ”

"Don't rush to conclusions yet, this lord doesn't look down on you and say something else. Ning Ran didn't force her to make a decision, but said, "I'll go first, don't let me see your ghost again." ”

Kaline smiled and said, "Ning Ran, when can you be gentle?"

Ning Ran turned around and opened the door, and a voice came from the corridor: "Pay attention to seniority." ”

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Wan Jia walked to the side of the road and took a taxi, his shoulder was covered by Ning Ran's fingernails with a large blood mark, and he was sweating and aching.

Wan Jia snorted lightly and muttered, "This woman is really good." ”

The driver was an uncle, and when he heard this, he smiled and said, "The young man is still energetic." ”

Wan Jia picked the corner of his eye and didn't continue to chat, but the driver saw that he reacted coldly, flattened his mouth, and didn't talk again.

Wan Jia returned to the old house, walked to the bathroom and looked at it, heh, the trace was palm long, and the hair of the person in the mirror blocked half of his face, and his expression was also light, and he really didn't look energetic.

"It's time to cut your hair. Wan Jia lifted his bangs with his index finger and muttered to himself.

Since taking Ning Ran's order, Wan Jia began to selectively give up some channels for quick money, and re-examined the direction of mass media that he once resisted, such as his customer today, who is an Internet celebrity with millions of followers on a certain platform.

Wan Jia sighed towards the camera, took out a clean cloth to wipe, this is his favorite step, the whole person can relax, for the time being, there is no need to face the puppet model without spirituality, he is not keen on bright and dazzling.

Where there is light in this world, there is hidden darkness, and these are what his lens wants.

He counted his surplus and it was time to spare a few days to find something new.

Wan Jia thought to himself, stepped on his motorcycle, and headed towards the filming location.

The end point was an abandoned factory with a strong smell of engine oil and piles of chemical waste everywhere, and a few people were already waiting at the gate, almost covering their noses.

Wan Jia suppressed his physiological disgust and glanced around, the chemical plant almost only had two shades, vermilion and sea blue, various brackets across the link building, and the paint had fallen off eighty or ninety percent, revealing deep layers of rust, some of which had been covered with moss.

"Come on, it's early to finish shooting, this is a hell place. It was the protagonist of today's shooting who spoke, wearing a motorcycle suit and an exaggerated ring on his left ear, which made the whole person a little more demonic.

The assistant beside him hurriedly came over to ask Wan Jia, "We can start, Bai Fan has already done it." ”

Wan Jia followed him, Bai Fan was a small model before, shooting clothes in a small store, because of his outstanding appearance, many people sought after, and now he came out to work alone, among the people Wan Jia photographed, he was considered spiritual.

"Brother Wan, shoot well today, it's up to you whether I can go to the next level. "Bai Fan is a little taller than Wan Jia, a hanger, and he is climbing Wan Jia's shoulder when he speaks.

"How many sets?" Wan Jia didn't push his hand away, Bai Fan is a child, there is no need to worry about him.

"Four," Bai Fan gestured, holding his thumb down in front of his eyes.

Wan Jia chose a ladder that looked like the composition would be more amazing and let Bai Fan sit on it.

The smell is really unpleasant, but fortunately, the background effect is good, and it doesn't take long, otherwise Bai Fan's expression will collapse.

The assistant looked at Bai Fan's posture getting colder and colder, and was horrified on the side, he didn't expect this place to be so smelly.

Wan Jia glanced at him, this is self-defeating, Bai Fan's state can just show this set of styles.

"That's it. Wan Jia put away the tripod.

Bai Fan jumped down in one step, talked to Wan Jia, and handed him a piece of chewing gum, "Brother Wan, or you will shoot me in the future, it's almost interesting to find someone else." ”

Wan Jia peeled off the paper, put it in his mouth and chewed, "I can't do it." ”

Bai Fan pursed his lips and said in a lost tone, "I know you said that again." ”

"You know and ask. Wan Jia stepped onto the motorcycle in a few steps, twisting the handle wrapped in black plastic.

"If you don't give up, you want to try your luck. Bai Fan flipped out his phone and found a few pictures in front of Wan Jia's eyes, "Look, I found a good place last time." ”

The last time Bai Fan went out on a field trip, the car broke down halfway, but he happened to run into an interesting village, and this picture was taken at that time.

Wan Jia glanced at it cursoly, until the third picture saw a child about six or seven years old in the corner, with his head down and his face could not be seen clearly, squatting on the ground to weave bamboo baskets, and his hands were full of wounds cut out of the corners of bamboo.

"Where is this?"

Bai Fan saw that he took the initiative to become interested, and his face was proud, "There is a village in Kebu County, where ethnic minorities live, you look at the things in this village, they are too colorful, if you were there last time, you would definitely be able to shoot better ......."

"Send me the exact address," Wan Jia interrupted his rambling remarks, "I'll go first." ”

The exhaust hole roared, and Bai Fan's shout was left behind.

Wan Jia parked the car at an intersection not far from home, found a clean stall and ordered a bowl of noodles, there are some factories nearby, this one is waiting for those workers to get off work to do business, the taste is average, it is cheaper and faster, and there is no place to sit when it comes to the meal.

Wan Jia took the big bowl of noodles and found a spacious corner to squat there, his legs spread apart, and at first glance, he looked like those shirtless workers who exuded the smell of sweat.

Those old and young gentlemen, get together, chat about meat jokes, this person said, and the other bunch laughed, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, they discussed which massage parlor had good skills, and they slept like cotton, and they were comfortable.

Wan Jia rolled the noodles into his mouth with a few chopsticks, and chuckled when he passed by the big table of people, those people know what is comfortable and uncomfortable, they just want to vent, even if the waist is as thick as a buffalo, as long as those two places are big, they think it is good.

Unlike that woman, she should be concave and convex, she still looks like a goblin, how to harm people, and when she takes off her clothes, she is as slippery as a boiled egg.

Wan Jia's heart was ape, and there seemed to be a touch on his back again, Ning Ran hugged him, and the two lumps were on his back muscles, and the places that were a little shaky on the road swayed up and down, and the evil door was very.

She hadn't contacted him for a day, Wan Jia took a shower and came out, flipped out her mobile phone, stopped for a long time, and didn't do anything, just clicked on the number, saved a note, and subconsciously hit a boiled egg at first, laughed and deleted it, and changed it to Ning Ran in a regular manner.