Five days ago, Zhang Fan received a call from Jiang Yuheng's agent, and after a fierce confrontation, Zhang Fan finally sold the song.

Not much, only 50,000 yuan, although it did not reach Zhang Fan's ideal price, but the 50,000 yuan was enough for him to start his first project and start filming his documentary "Alive".

Zhang Fan didn't plan to sit for many episodes in this documentary, he didn't have a high intention, he just wanted to shoot his feelings about the year after graduation, and he was filming the lives of some other people living at the bottom.

Forty-two-year-old Zhang Fan, although his life is short, but he is chic, capricious, and financially free, he is at the peak of his debut, he does not know the suffering of the world, at least the twenty-two-year-old Zhang Fan has no memory, but his own life is full of hardships and hardships, he wants some people to see, maybe, this can give some people's lives, shine a light.

But before that, Zhang Fan needs to go to the tax and industrial and commercial departments to host his own studio first.

For studio registration, you need to have a place of work first. I still have to buy a camera equipment, don't think too much about the clarity, I have the 50,000 yuan in my hand, and I have to pay the rent of my house in the next few days, and the loan and Huabei of more than 3,000 yuan are also overdue, which must also be repaid.

In this way, he only has more than 40,000 points left, and as for the location of the studio, he lives in the house where he lives, rents another room next to himself, and pays three or 1,600 yuan to buy a table.

If you don't decorate the room, you should have 434 left.

I also have to buy a computer, a low-profile for customer service contact business.

A high-configuration,And the kind with a high-end configuration is better.,The minimum love is about 10,000 yuan.,There is no graphics card above 3060ti,Can't sit in the late stage。

I have to leave a part of the previous life and hire another photographer, as for the reception and editing of the studio and other positions, I can only sit part-time, this first documentary, it takes only two or three days, or hire a cameraman, and I definitely can't afford to pay for the work on a monthly basis.

In five days, Zhang Fan broke his leg and finally arranged everything, and this is because of the government's joint office, and he can no longer run many laps in the city like before.

Now the government is working together in one building, which greatly reduces the time for ordinary people to do things.

Of course, the cameraman who shot was in touch with Zhang Fansou, the subject of the first issue, was called Li Hai, a videographer who specializes in wedding photography.

As for the theme of this issue, Zhang Fan has already thought about it, that is, the traffic police and the traffic police.

Usually they go out early and return late, and they work day and night, just to make the traffic in this city safer and make people's travel more convenient.

It's just their lives, who cares about them, and who cares about their parents, wives and children.

When the traffic police patrol every day, aren't their parents, wives and children enough to accompany them?

It's just that these are the people and things that happen around you, so that all people are accustomed to it.

Just like the love of parents, giving too much, giving too often, children will slowly ignore this touch, and many children don't know what kind of hardships their parents have paid for him.

In Shenyang in June, the sky was clear, and the scorching sun shone directly on the earth, scorching the dark ground and steaming up patches of mist.

Looking at the highway in the city from afar, the refraction of light caused by the high temperature is very unsettling, as if everything on the ground is about to be sunburned.

All the animals and flying insects hid at ten o'clock in the scorching noon.

Humans are not animals, but many people may not be free from animals and insects.

At the intersection of the wide roads in the city, people come and go, but none of the traffic lights on all sides are lit.

In the middle of the intersection, there is a traffic policeman named Tan Xin, directing the traffic according to the prescribed gestures, but it is the hottest time at noon, just standing under the scorching sun for ten minutes, his clothes all over his body have been soaked with sweat, clinging to his body.

Everyone knows it's hot, and you see those people riding electric cars through them, they don't want to stay in the scorching sun.

Under the scorching sun, many people can escape the scorching sun, and there are also many people who can't escape the scorching sun, just because of responsibility.

Zhang Fan was wearing an ordinary T-shirt and trousers, a red volunteer vest, a pair of sneakers weighing less than 50 yuan, and a yellow flag in his hand, helping to direct traffic under the trees on the side of the road.

This Li Dong followed Zhang Fan's side, because there was no suitable material, and he casually photographed everything around him.

Of course, Li Dong has photographed the traffic police at the traffic light intersection countless times, but his mechanical movement has been repeating, repeating, repeating without aesthetic appeal, and all this has to wait until the end of the peak period at noon, just like other traffic police who work at other intersections.

Under the shade of the road, which was not cool, an electric three-wheeled car loaded with waste wood, driven by a man with a vicissitudes of life, not tall and very thin, wearing a large sunglasses on his face, looking to be in his thirties, and his clothes were very shabby, and there were no buttons.

On the discarded wood behind the tricycle, a younger man was sitting in a car slowly driving towards Zhang Fan.

The speed is not fast, and it is not fast.

Zhang Fan saw the tricycle very early, waved a small flag, and signaled the tricycle to stop.

Maybe it was because I saw the volunteer jacket Zhang Fan was wearing, or maybe it was Tan Xin, a traffic policeman who was directing traffic at the intersection, saw the tricycle carrying goods in violation of regulations, and walked over, and the tricycle slowly stopped beside Zhang Fan, just at this time there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the road section, and it was past the afternoon rush hour.

Zhang Fan saw the arrival of traffic police officer Tan Xin, took a bottle of water and handed it to Tan Xin. "Drink some water first, wash your face, I'm afraid that you will get heat stroke if you are in the sun."

Tan Xin didn't answer who Zhang Fan handed over, but said with a smile: "I have been a traffic police officer for more than ten years, and I have long been used to it, let's take a look at the situation first." After saying that, he walked to the uncle who drove the tricycle.

Raise your hand and salute, and then say, "Hello, the tricycle can't pull people like this, it's very unsafe, you know?" And you see, there are so many pieces of wood pulled at the back of the carriage, and there is a person on it, what if you fall down, aren't your family worried? And it's also a lot of harm to you, your dad doesn't care about you? ”

The old man who drove the three wheels saw that Tan Xin, who was wearing a traffic police uniform, was very calm, and his speech was also calm.

"My dad was dead for eleven years."

Tan Xin said goodbye before continuing to ask: "Mom! ”

"Dead for more than twenty years." The man replied, his voice still calm.

Tan Xin's tone was a little faster, and then asked this time: "What about your wife, your wife doesn't care about you?" ”

"Dead too, dead eleven years?"

Tan Xin's hand shook, and the water in his hand fell to the ground, but he was still pretending to be calm and asked, "What about your children?" ”

"Dead too." He still spoke calmly.

"If you are really fake, how can your children also die." Tan Qiao didn't believe it, his tone was full of doubts, and Zhang Fan didn't believe it either, but he could only listen from the side.

"The doll died in childbirth, and died together." The man's words were still full of calm, but more helpless.

"Aren't there any brothers, brothers, sisters and sisters?" Tan Qiao didn't believe it, and continued to ask.

"My brother has been dead for eighteen years."

"Where's my brother?"

"My brother is here." After speaking, he pointed to the man who was still sitting on the wood of the tricycle.

The man's face was stubble, and his eyes were still a little glazed.

"Hello." Tan Xinlai took a step back and greeted the man on the tricycle.

The man sitting on the abandoned wood did not speak, and the man who was talking to Tan Qiao just now said: "He can't speak, he is stupid, he was stupid when he was a child, he was stupid when he took medicine." ”

The man's words made Zhang Fan speechless, and Li Dong on the side couldn't speak, so he could only film all this.

Tan Xin was speechless, and said to the man driving speechlessly. "Your situation, no one can stand it, they all feel very painful, as far as I can tell the truth, there are so many changes in the family, but you seem to be very happy when I see you, why is this?"

"Look ahead."

"Ahh Zhang Fan and Tan Xin didn't hear it clearly, and subconsciously sighed.

"Look ahead, look ahead."

Zhang Fan answered: "Look ahead, don't think about those unhappy things, is that so?" ”

"Ah, yes." The man said.

"Shake hands, I really admire you in my heart." Tan Xin stepped forward and grabbed the man's rough palm.

Zhang Fan looked at the two, but he didn't feel a deep sense of helplessness, as long as he experienced how many stories he had experienced, he could say these words plainly.

Zhang Fan was going to follow this traffic policeman for a day, but he accidentally discovered new materials, and this story of suffering is estimated to move many people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan pulled Tan Qiao aside, said that he was going to follow the man and shoot some materials, and made an appointment with Tan Qiao to go to their traffic police team in a few days to see the matter, and then asked Li Dong, the cameraman, to prepare the vehicle, and he took Li Dong's place and began to follow the shooting.

"What's your name, big brother?" Tan Xin asked at this time.

"Fugui, Wang Fugui." The man said.

Tan Xin wrote down the man's name, and then continued: "I won't say anything about your violation this time, I'll help you pay this fine, next time you must pay attention to driving safety, we don't have a helper, what if something happens, who will take care of your brother and you, do you say yes." ”

"Okay, got it, I'll pay attention next time, thank you, officer." Wang Fugui's attitude is very sincere, but he is also very helpless.

Seeing Wang Fugui driving three wheels and leaving with his younger brother, Zhang Fan asked in a low voice, "Wang Fugui, is what he said true?" ”

Tan Xin sighed, and then said: "Eighty percent is true, don't you want to follow the secret visit, don't you know everything in two days." ”

Looking at the tricycle in the distance, the two were speechless, and Li Songdong drove a car to Zhang Fan's side and stopped.

Zhang Fan said hello to Tan Xin, then got into Li Dong's car, followed, and began his three-day documentary shooting career.