Qin Guan's eyes brightened, staring at the ceiling of this empty guest room and expressing his ambitions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Weizi?"

"Huh?"

"You said we could also buy a cottage or two, either for investment or just for vacation."

"So whether I'm going to Los Angeles for filming or going horseback riding in Texas, I don't have to live in a cold hotel, but have a room that's as warm as home."

"What a fun thing it is, every place you go to, you have your own space, it's a very beautiful thing to think about."

"What do you think of my idea?"

Cong Nianwei rubbed her head to Qin Guan's side and closed her eyes gently: "It's not good." ”

"What kind of room are you looking to buy?" If it's a treehouse in the woods, it's not worth much. But do you know how much it costs to buy a house in Los Angeles? ”

"And these worthless properties, where do you put them, and what about the perennial maintenance costs? You can't go to a place where even the water and electricity facilities are old and unusable, can you? ”

"Well, there's also the weird property tax in the United States, which is also a big expense... Do you think we've become rich? ”

Qin Guan stretched out his arm and pulled Cong Nianwei to his side again: "I can't say for sure, you know that the current profit momentum of my accounting firm is steadily rising." ”

"And my one-year endorsement fee is starting to approach the level of the world's first-line female models."

"Coupled with my real estate in China, my intangible assets and fixed assets add up to the value of a multimillionaire."

"How do you feel that your boyfriend has become a rich and handsome?"

Cong Nianwei on the side was obedient, but the focus of her obedience was not in Qin Guan's channel, she just rubbed her boyfriend's chest strangely: "In addition to that small house and a big cut in China, what other fixed assets do you have." ”

Qin Guan closed his eyes proudly, found the most comfortable position on the pillow and muttered: "I forgot to say, I bought 8 sets, close to 500 square meters of miscellaneous courtyards, just over the East Second Ring Road." ”

"When I'm done with my work this year, I may return to China to participate in an important mission given by the state, and then I'll go and see the market."

"Poof, it's still an important mission, when I heard that I had no money, who was crying and shouting and not doing it..."

"There's no girlfriend who can tear down the stage more than you..."

In fact, after getting rid of the hustle and bustle of the big city, it is really easy for people to return to the origin of nature, and those inconvenient and uncomfortable feelings without high-tech products will adjust themselves to slowly adapt after you really lose them.

The early morning dew slowly slides down the slightly open leaves, and the caterpillars are struggling to form cocoons.

Qin Guan, who got up early in the morning, had already changed out of the mud-covered shirt that he was playing with yesterday, and only wore an extremely coquettish black vest and shorts, standing in the empty yard of the house.

The small axe in his hand was the head of a piece of firewood with each swing, and at this time his side was already full of disposed branches.

This is the only thing Qin Guan can think of when he leaves this small manor full of humanistic care and primitive taste, what he did for Martha Dudot, a respectable grandmother.

She is an admirable person, even if her partner and children have left her one after another because of her isolated lifestyle, she will still not change her original heart for this reason.

And do more for her, in the winter, this old man who is quite old does not need to spend any effort to deal with these firewood.

Lin Lun, who shook his hand on the side, took the pipe from his mouth, patted Qin Guan's arm, which had finished his work, and said the last words before the two separated.

"I'm back in New York, I'll call your agent, and I'll keep the cover of the next issue of Time, Time magazine."

Qin Guan stopped the gesture of wiping sweat in horror, and asked in surprise: "Aren't you a photojournalist for People Weekly?" Why is it that he has become the head of Time magazine again? ”

On the other side, Lin Lun glared at him and took a hard puff of his pipe: "I knew that you kid didn't know who I was at all, too, Qu Xuemei, that girl has been chirping in my ear and saying good things about you." ”

He looked at the tobacco, which had turned a little gray, and with some regret turned the pipe over, knocking twice on the side of the fence.

"I haven't done a photo shoot in years, and I remember my first photo shoot was the cover of the first issue of Vogue."

"Hehehe, in fact, before that, I always wanted to be a painter, you know, in 1940, photographers were really not a profession."

"Later, I got old and easily stopped shooting, so as long as I wanted, I Owen. Payne. Lin Lun's photo can appear in the most influential magazine in the United States today. ”

Qin looked at the old man in front of him, and filled the pipe in his hand with brown tobacco, and still said suspiciously: "So, why are you helping me so much?" ”

Misty white smoke drifted up between Lin Lun and Qin Guan, forming a hazy wall of smoke.

The corners of Lin Lun's mouth still carried his unique banter: "Because, you meet the dream of any portrait photographer, pay attention to portraits, not people." ”

"People are the kind of people who can change a scene or the person being photographed by relying on the background and the costumes."

"That has actually brought out the photographer's ideas and the needs of this market, too many emotions that do not belong to the origin, are reflected in such photos, which is not what I need now."

"I, Lin Lun, have already achieved fame, and there is no need to please the audience or shoot for the needs of the market."

"Now I am obsessed with portrait photography because only with that kind of photography can I see the most real joys, sorrows and sorrows that I want to see in the lens..."

"So how could I not have a foot in Time magazine, a magazine that only puts a large portrait or photograph of a person on the cover?"

Speaking of this, Lin Lun laughed again, and with his free hand, he pointed to the mountain-like firewood stacked under Qin Guan's feet: "Just for a good boy like you, why can't you publish your loveliest face in Time Magazine?" ”

Qin Guan scratched his head speechlessly, it seems that the ancestors' propaganda policy of being kind to others is sometimes really effective. (To be continued.) )