Zhao Dongsheng is a classmate of Wenzhu High School, a dormitory, bunk beds. He is withdrawn and arrogant, rarely takes the initiative to greet people, and he ignores others when they greet them. And unkempt, wearing a pair of big black-framed myopic glasses, eager to cover one-third of his face, his face is already big, like a big pie with a face painted, how to look at how incongruous.

In summer, a short-sleeved shirt can be worn for a few days, and the hair is unkempt nine out of ten days, and one day is combed on a whim. Zhao Dongsheng loves literature, especially detective novels. Except for the language, the rest of the exams are hung with red lanterns high. His photography skills are superb, and the images he captures are stunning.

Zhao Dongsheng has no other friends in the class except Wenzhu, and he feels that one is enough, even too much.

Wen Zhu didn't know how the two became friends, anyway, he fought several times in a daze, and found that the fighting spirit in his bones was quite similar, so he didn't dislike his Luotuo.

Wenzhu once asked him how his photography skills were so masterful. Finally, one day he smiled bitterly and said, "God destroyed me and compensated me, I had a happy home." My father ran a photo studio in Rujia Town, and he had excellent photography skills and a good business. My mother helped him in the store, taking care of my brother and me's food and daily life, and my grandmother followed us, and the family was happy.

"When I was nine years old, an unexplained illness took my brother's life, and bad luck befell this once happy family. Due to the loss of his son in middle age, my father was panicked, he fell in love with alcoholism, and beat his mother after drinking, and my mother beat her eyes and nose to be bruised, hugged me and cried, and my grandmother was also in tears.

"Mom always thought my father would cheer up, and that he was a good guy when he was sober, a good photographer, and when he was drunk, he was a villain, a shameless bastard. My mother couldn't bear it, so she ran away at night one day and never came back. My father had a good time, I lived in the sunshine at that time, and my grandmother loved me very much.

"But God is blind, when I was fourteen years old, my grandmother left a message on her deathbed: live well and take care of my father. My father's drunkenness became even more violent, and his drunken fists rained down on me, and I persevered like a man, and never left, but I suffered humiliation.

"Once I took revenge on him and smashed his camera, he roared like a lion and said that if I didn't fix the camera, he would kill me, I repaired the camera in fear and learned to take pictures in fear. It was only when I was repairing my camera and taking pictures that I was not lonely and had fun that I had never had before.

"It's a miracle that I've survived to this point, and it's a miracle to have a friend like you, I thought I had nothing but a camera in my life. ”

"Enough to write a book. Wen Zhu didn't know how to comfort him.

"The first half of my life is not over yet, what kind of book to write. ”

Not long after graduating from high school in '92, Dongsheng's father died of excessive drinking. Dongsheng sold his property and left only one house, and left Rujia Town with a Hongmei license camera, and even Wenzhu didn't know where he went. Some people say that he has gone thousands of miles to find his mother.

When Wenzhu saw him again, it was an autumn in the ninety-seventh year, and they met by chance in front of the "Fate Sky" teahouse. During the tea, he said that he had wandered around for a while, and returned to Longcheng at the beginning of the year, except for the annual rings and photography skills, and the old Hongmei camera came back with him. Now he can go from zero to zero with any camera, and he can also turn it into zero.

Fortunately, Huang Xiaoju, the female boss of the first studio, took him in and captured him, and he had a daughter, seeing Wen Zhu's surprised face, she would not be shy about saying that it was left by her ex-husband, and she was very close to him, and she had a rare smile.

The current chief photographer of the photo studio belongs to the kind of big name, and he needs to make an appointment to make a shot, and the price is double that of others. He usually only works for half a day, comes and goes freely, is well-known among the photographers, loves literature, and loves to read detective novels.

Looking at Zhao Dongsheng, who was still unkempt, Wen Zhu talked a little about his situation in recent years, and the two pairs of friendly hands were tightly clasped together.

In the future, the two will also get together, in this teahouse, not many times, only three or four times a year, such as a gentleman's friendship, only two people.

Wen Zhu and Dong Mei, Cheng Bang and Tingting's wedding photos are his works. Don't look at him as unphotogenic, he is not as good as an ordinary person when he sits, and it is rare to say a word for a long time. But as soon as he entered the studio, he changed, he was a master, his eyes were shining, and the artist's temperament was revealed.

Big Names have a rule that in the studio, except for the camera, only he can make a sound, and he can do whatever he tells you to do. No one is allowed to challenge his authority, otherwise he will return the money and sweep you out of the house, and Wenzhu is no exception. In addition to shutting up and smiling, the person who went in had to be at his mercy.

Dongsheng's photography level has nothing to say, he can capture your most beautiful and happiest moments, or Dong Mei and Tingting will show off their wedding photos when they see people, so they are tortured for double the price, and people are still happy to do it.

After 2001, he became obsessed with private detectives, quietly took orders, and bought some guys, the most popular of which was the grass-green jeep. His driving level is like no one on the streets of Dragon City.

Dongsheng's car was parked in the shade of the trees across the road from the "Fate Sky", and even the guardrails of the road were full of white plastic pots, which contained flowers of one color, either red, yellow, or purple, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The pedestrians on the road are more colorful than flowers, swaying with the brilliance of life.

Wen Zhu pushed the door in, and saw Zhao Dongsheng at a glance, bald, wearing the iconic black-framed glasses, slightly closed eyes, and his nose twitching from time to time, I don't know if it was the new tea that stimulated his nerves, or he smelled the true meaning of life. I wanted to go over and tease him, but he noticed it and smiled and made a gesture of please.

Wen Zhu quipped: "This hairstyle and glasses are really hipster." ”

"Sit down and talk, stand and talk, don't flash your waist. I don't understand, this is art!" Cheng Sheng shook his shiny head.

"Art, catching up with the new trend is art, following the trend is the second goods!"

"'I advise the heavenly prince to be vigorous and reduce talents without sticking to one pattern. 'Eclectic, you know, I'm talented!'

"Yes, you are talented, the kind that everyone tramples on. ”

"Without setbacks, without success, real talents have to be tempered. Try the new tea, no matter how poor it is. ”

Before Wen Zhu could sit down, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corner, chatting with a tall lady. Silently thinking in his heart that the back was about to turn around, the back seemed to have a sense, and he really turned around and looked at Wen Zhu. Suddenly, the two eyes intertwined in surprise.

"Cuckoo!" "Wenzhu!"

Two screams resounded through the teahouse almost simultaneously, drawing everyone's attention from one end to the other, or from that end to this end, to see what kind of characters the two madmen were. No loud noises are allowed in public places, Wen Zhu hurriedly clenched his fists and looked around to apologize, and at the same time beckoned to the cuckoo. After a while, two clouds of beauty floated over.

"This is my high school classmate Zhao Dongsheng, my name is Wenzhu. Wenzhu introduced.

"My name is Du Juan, and this is my colleague Zeng Xiaoqian. ”

The two beauties greeted each other generously, and Zhao Dongsheng "snorted" unreasonably. He's still like that, and he doesn't like the invasion of others.

"This surname is rare, after the famous family!" Wen Zhu was afraid that Dongsheng's rudeness would cause displeasure to the two ladies, so he hurriedly provoked another topic to divert their attention.

"The surname Qin is afraid to say Qin Hui, and the surname Zeng is afraid to say that guy, he is an executioner! A hypocrite! A reactionary! I am not in the same vein as him!" Zeng Xiaoqian's fierce words surprised people.

"Who has misled you and made you misinterpret him. He is a master, and he can't tolerate such an insult from you!" Dong Sheng replied-for-tat.

"That's what the history books say, whoever suppressed the peasant movement is the executioner! Whoever stands on the opposite side of the people is the opposition!" Zeng Xiaoqian* is still full of flavor, even if she is talking about her ancestors, she must find out the class position.

Wen Zhu couldn't stand it, and said: "Zeng Guofan is very famous in history, *, Chiang Kai-shek and others all worship him. For the Taiping army, he was an executioner, and for the late Qing Dynasty, he was the giant of Zhongxing. Whoever feeds him, who educates him, and who gives him faith, he serves.

"Don't be biased by judging past historical figures through the eyes of the ruling class. History has limitations, and it is appropriate to reduce judgment. Top military strategists have to kill people, outstanding politicians have to lie, Zeng Guofan has both, killing people and setting fires, lying to fools, it is a necessary thing to do.

"It's like ordinary people working and chatting, nothing unusual. However, in life, one day at a time, standardize one's morality, improve one's self-cultivation, unlike bad people, write so many letters to their children, and the words are conclusive, and now they are released all over the world, which is also the truth. If he is a hypocrite, he has been like this all his life, what is the 'hypocrite'?"

Du Juan looked at Wen Zhu with approving eyes, and gently pulled Xiao Qian with his hand and whispered. She realized that she was here to drink tea today, not to quarrel, and Wen Zhu's words were so pertinent, she was too aggressive, and she had to go home and save it.

"Thank you two for helping the ancestors clear their names, and they will never be afraid of being sinners in the future. Xiao Qianwan smiled.

"Thank you, you don't have to, you don't have to spoil your ancestors. Dongsheng is still lingering.

Xiao Qian was not angry, and said with a grin: "I see that you are familiar - let me think about it - where have I seen it, you are the photographer of the 'Life and Death Love Wedding Dress Hall', my cousin's wedding photos were taken by you, especially beautiful! I am a photography lover, can you give me advice?"

"It's not okay to teach, it's still okay to learn from each other. "Dongsheng eats soft and not hard.

The two chatted about photographic terms such as aperture, focal length, brightness, and color. Photography is Dongsheng's specialty, he talks about the Tao, like the water of the Yellow River gushing endlessly, Xiaoqian is like a primary school student, listening attentively, occasionally interjecting a sentence or two, and having to use a tone of worship.

Wen Zhu didn't know photography, took a sip of tea, smiled at the cuckoo opposite and asked, "Do you often come here?" Teresa Teng's sweet voice gently lingered in her ears.

The cuckoo playfully "um" and gently hummed the melody of the music.

"Is it because of the music, or is it because of the tea ceremony?"

"It's a bit of both. What about you?"

"Rare. ”

"'Often' meets 'rare', are we destined?"

"Rubbing shoulders is the wind, and chance encounters are fate. How can there be no fate under the sky of fate?"

"The 'edge' comes from you, the 'edge' comes from me, and the 'edge' comes from me and you. 'Yuan' is a hymn to life, and 'Yuan' is a feast of gathering. ”

Wen Zhu smiled but did not speak, nodded frequently, and felt that the heartstrings were plucked, was Du Juan's words a hint or a friend with Wen? Wen Zhu didn't dare to think about it, and took the opportunity to ask a few questions about preventing children from staying away from diseases, and Du Juan answered them one by one. Yue Dongsheng and Zeng Xiaoqian were still chatting hotly.

"Dongsheng, how about the apprentices you accepted today?" Wen Zhu was happy to find Dongsheng.

"It's not an apprentice, it's a peer, it's an enthusiast. ”

"Xiaoqian, how are the enthusiasts who have been?"

"Like his shiny head. ”

"Big head?" Dongsheng asked, puzzled.

"Extremely smart! Why do you still claim to be a great detective?" Wen Zhu squeezed him.

"Detectives have to know astronomy, geography, all-encompassing!"

"Detective Zhao, I really can't see it. The question mark of Du Juan and Xiaoqian turned into a negative sentence.

"Shhhhh ”

"My brother is really old and talented. Photography, detectives, literature, bragging!"

"Bragging?" the two laughed and one was angry.

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, absolutely slip of the tongue, it's the flute. The flute is played delicately and slightly, and it can blow the seven fairies down to the earth and the toad into the sky. And he is low-key, and even his voice is a few tones lower than others. ”

The two beauties laughed all over the room.

"Are you praising me or killing me? Can I really blow like that?" Dong Sheng pretended to be stupid.

"Yes, the masters are blown out like that. Cuckoo said with a smile.

Dongsheng felt that he had fallen into the encirclement, and he couldn't get out for a while, and he didn't take it to heart anyway, just kidding. The four of them exchanged views on reality again. Dongsheng's mobile phone rang, he said hello and went out to pick it up, and turned back after a while.

"My son called me on my wife's mobile phone and told me to go back and fulfill my promise. ”

"Keep your promise?" the three of them asked.

"Yesterday I promised him to be a horse to ride at five o'clock this afternoon. When I get together today, I am happy to forget about this stubble. He made trouble at home, saying that my words didn't count, and my wife couldn't, so he asked me for help. It's not a few minutes, and I need to go back quickly. ”

"That's what you can do?" Wen Zhu said with a smile.

"Yes, keeping promises is my greatest ability. Wenzhu, help me pay. You'll see you later. ”

His son Zhao Chengzhen and Wen Zhu's daughter Wen Tianyu are of the same age, both born in 99 rabbits, slightly older than a few months. Huang Xiaoju always teased Tianyu when she saw that this was her daughter-in-law.

Tianyu bluntly said to Cheng Zhen: "You are so ugly, you are simply a clone of your father." ”

Cheng Zhen replied: "It's not my fault that I'm ugly. I'm ugly, but I'm gentle. ”

"A woman's gentleness is beauty, and a man's gentleness is a sissy. ”

"It's not a sissy, it's a child's voice. Be my friend, I'll ask my dad to take a picture of you. ”

"If it's free, I'll consider it. ”

This kind of conversation makes the adults laugh. Today's children are so savvy that they are more adults than adults. Nowadays, the media is developed to give people a headache, otherwise children's imitation ability would not be so strong.