"I've told you," Xiang Xi laughed twice, "This man went to Zhaojiayao to live for a while, and took pictures... a different life. Before he finished taking the camera, money and other things were stolen, so he left."

"You did it?" Cheng Boyan asked again.

"It's not me, I'll probably start to change someone," Xiang Xi sat on the sofa. "He always chats with me. I'm embarrassed, but there are only a few people who want to steal. Anyway, his camera was in Uncle Ping's hands in the end, and it's about 100,000 yuan. Uncle Ping didn't sell it for money. Is it considered respect for art?"

Cheng Boyan smiled and said nothing, Xiang Xi pressed the band-aid on his face: "Last time you said I had an idea, I said someone had said that before, it was him."

"Oh," Cheng Boyan turned his face and looked at the photos on the screen. He didn't know how to photograph. The most common ones he took when he bought a camera were typical cases he encountered at work. However, these photos looked quite touching. The composition made people feel comfortable to see, but the content was a bit unreasonable. "Is this person specializing in shooting such content?"

"What's the content?" Xiang Xi was stunned.

"It's hard to describe it," Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "just shoot whatever is miserable, what is hard to shoot, wandering, begging, thieves, and gangsters... Maybe these things can touch people's hearts."

"Probably...." Xiang Xi smiled with a tugging at the corner of his mouth. He originally wanted to tell Cheng Boyan that he agreed to Fang Yin for taking the photo, but now he suddenly doesn't want to say it anymore.

I suddenly understood why Fang Yin came to him for a photo shoot, and I felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he still had to go to the hospital for injection, Xiang Xi felt that his body was already well, without pain or itching, without fever or cough.

I talked with Fang Yin yesterday and wasted time. He didn't have time to buy a mobile phone, so he planned to buy a mobile phone after getting the injection today and continue looking for a job or a house.

Before leaving, he called Fang Yin using an elderly machine and made an appointment to meet at yesterday's bus stop.

Although he felt uncomfortable, he still had to earn money, let alone just take a few photos.

When Xiang Xi got off the car, Fang Yin was already waiting for him with a camera. When he saw him, he took two pictures first, and then looked him up and down for a while: "You bought this new outfit, right?"

"Yes." Xiang Xi responded.

"Have you thrown away the old ones?" Fang Yin asked.

"I can't wear it anymore," Xiang Xi remembered his old clothes, the sticks and fists that fell on it, "What are you doing?"

"It feels more like the old clothes," Fang Yin smiled, "It's okay, are you going to buy a mobile phone now?"

"Get the injection first." Xiang Xi said. He would go to the injection almost every day. Cheng Boyan sometimes went to the injection room to see him when he went to the toilet. He didn't want Cheng Boyan to find out that he didn't arrive on time.

"Buy a mobile phone first," Fang Yin said, "This way my time will be easier to arrange."

Xiang Xi frowned, looked at Fang Yin's camera and thought for a while: "Okay."

There is no shop selling mobile phones near the hospital, so I have to go to the commercial street. Xiang Xi walked to the stop sign and looked for a while. It was not far away, and he took the bus about four stops.

While he was looking at the station sign, Fang Yin took a few more photos at him. Before the car arrived, Fang Yin answered two calls, as if they were all about meeting someone for a photo shoot.

Xiang Xi tskated. This kind of work that looks so profound and seems to be very simple to do... How many people do you have to take pictures of this 30 days?

The bus came, and Fang Yin followed him on the bus. It was just after the rush hour and there were not many people on the bus, so Xiang Xi sat down in the last row.

"I'm thinking about changing my phone when I use it like that?" Fang Yin sat next to him and asked.

"What about that?" Xiang Xi said.

"Is it economic tension?" Fang Yin asked again.

"Isn't this nonsense?" Xiang Xi glanced at him and found that he was holding a thing like a reduced version of the radio in his hand. He raised his chin: "What's this?"

"It's for recording," Fang Yin asked him to look at the things in his hand. "Not only do you have to take photos, but you will also have some texts so that the story will be complete."

"Is my story?" Xiang Xi thought for a while and asked.

"The story of a boy struggling on the edge of darkness." Fang Yin said.

Xiang Xi turned his face away and looked out the car window. Fang Yin stopped for a while, picked up the camera and looked at it and said, "Your story."

Xiang Xi raised his middle finger at him.

When Xiang Xi walked into the business hall, Fang Yin followed him. He didn't pick his cell phone and went directly to the counter to ask which one was the cheapest.

The salesman brought him a smartphone with more than 300 yuan. Xiang Xi looked at it, and without asking any more questions, he went to pay the money and walked out of the business hall with his mobile phone.
Chapter completed!