Chapter 369 [Extra: Bamboo Sheng] (1) You are hired

"Just turn around and come sideways, yes."

"Then put your hand down on your chin, look away from the camera, and look at the sky."

"With your temperament, don't make unnecessary expressions. You don't need to smile. Be more cool."

"Very good, that's it."

By the West Lake, under the willow trees.

The branches and leaves are swaying, and catkins are flying.

A woman stood by the lake, posing in various poses with an indifferent expression.

She was wearing a light blue striped shirt and jeans. She was tall, with long hair reaching her waist, and a very unique temperament, like a white lotus blooming on the edge of the West Lake.

The passage of time has left almost no trace on her face, and her snow-like skin has carved out a work of art that makes passers-by stop subconsciously, but dare not look too much, as if they are afraid of disturbing her.

On the other side, the photographer wearing a white shirt and black hot pants put down the camera in his hand after finishing the shooting, then loosened his hair and tied it into a high ponytail.

"Okay, now that we've finished shooting, I'll treat you to a meal." The photographer flipped her hair around her ears and said, "I haven't seen you for several months."

"Yeah." Yan Zhusheng nodded gently and said calmly, "Where are you going?"

"The Yuhang Restaurant next door, let's have some home-cooked food."

Following the photographer, Yan Zhusheng got into her car and fastened her seat belt on the passenger seat.

Looking at the scenery outside the window slowly receding, Yan Zhusheng asked: "How long will we stay this time?"

"About a week." The photographer held the steering wheel and drove steadily. "I'll probably go to their place for a meal in the middle. Do you want to come with me?"

"Not going."

"Ying Xiangtao is going to junior high school."

"I won't go." Yan Zhusheng turned to look out the window, "As long as they are happy, it's fine for me to be alone."

"It's okay just to have a meal." The photographer said, "You usually live alone and have no one to talk to, so it's easy for you to have psychological problems."

"If you travel alone, there won't be any problems?"

"That's my job." The photographer pointed to the shooting equipment in the back seat, "I have to deal with people, just like now, my dear model sister."

"You go ahead, I won't go."

Unable to call her, the photographer gave up.

Driving to Yuhang Restaurant, the two of them walked upstairs.

The photographer asked for a window seat and took Yan Zhusheng to sit down.

During the meal, most of the photographers were talking, chatting with her about things they encountered while working outside.

Yan Zhusheng just listened, nodding occasionally and echoing a few words.

In the middle of the process, the photographer suddenly stopped talking. He was looking through his WeChat on his mobile phone and didn't know who he was chatting with.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yan Zhusheng calmly looked at the scenery outside the window. He just wanted to go home early, listen to music, or hum a song.

But when the photographer ended the chat on WeChat, he suddenly looked sad and asked the waiter to serve some wine and pour a small glass for Yan Zhusheng.

"It's a rare occasion to meet you. Let's have a drink with me."

Yan Zhusheng looked at the small glass of wine in front of him and was slightly startled: "You don't seem to drink normally."

"I'm in a bad mood today."

“Who were you chatting with on WeChat just now?”

"A junior high school classmate." The photographer drank down the glass of wine in one gulp, frowned his delicate brows, clicked his tongue a little, filled the glass again, and then asked Yan Zhusheng, "Has Zhusheng ever been in love?"

"No." Yan Zhusheng shook his head, "I'm not interested in love."

"Then you just haven't found someone you like."

"Have you met?"

"I met him when I was a kid." The photographer smiled sweetly, and then took a bitter sip of wine, "But he probably lost me."

"Why don't you just go find him?" Yan Zhusheng asked puzzledly.

"I don't want it." The photographer waved his hand, raised his glass and touched it with Yan Zhusheng.

Yan Zhusheng had no choice but to raise his glass and take a sip.

"So you like him?"

"I like it." The photographer said two words without thinking, and then immediately added, "I liked it when I was a kid, but I don't like it now."

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded lightly.

"You've never been in love, haven't you ever liked someone else?" the photographer asked curiously.

"No."

"It must be that you usually come into contact with too few people." The photographer pointed, "You are usually bored at home. It's a shame to meet someone you like."

"I'm not interested in men." Yan Zhusheng shook his head and said calmly.

"Really or not." The photographer hugged his chest exaggeratedly and looked at her suspiciously, "Then I have to be more careful with you."

"..." Yan Zhusheng looked at her, knowing of course that she was joking, but it was really rare for her body movements to be so exaggerated, "Are you drunk?"

"You're looking down on me? I've only had two drinks."

"Can you edit videos?" Yan Zhusheng suddenly asked suddenly.

"Ah?" The photographer was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "It's a bit insulting to ask a photographer if he knows how to edit."

"I want to find someone to take care of my Douyin account and cut some videos of me singing or practicing piano." Yan Zhusheng said, "Are you free?"

"Me?" the photographer frowned, "I guess I don't have that much time to help you with this, but..."

Hearing what Yan Zhusheng said, the photographer suddenly thought of something and his face suddenly hesitated.

"But what?" Yan Zhusheng asked doubtfully.

"I have a recommendation."

"who?"

"Well...one of my...classmates."

"Girl?"

"Boys."

"No." Yan Zhusheng refused without hesitation.

"No, you should think about it first."

"No." Yan Zhusheng shook his head and said, "Men are too troublesome and will cause unnecessary interference to me."

"Don't think too much, he will definitely not like you."

Yan Zhusheng: "...?"

"Um...I don't mean to say anything bad about you." The photographer waved his hands quickly and said with a smile, "But I can guarantee that he will never harass you."

Yan Zhusheng fell into silence for a moment when he heard what she said.

She is actually very smart. After contacting each other, she came up with a guess: "Is this the one you like?"

"I don't like it," the photographer denied.

"The one you liked when you were a kid."

"……yes."

"Then you ask him to come over. I have to give him an interview." Yan Zhusheng was a little curious. He didn't know who this person was and how he could be so obsessed with this guy across from him.

"No, no, no, can you try another way? I don't really want to see him."

"Then what do you want?"

"Ahem...otherwise..."

…

One night.

Li Luo had just walked downstairs, and everyone was pushing carts to sell fried noodles in the nearby busy streets.

As a result, I received a phone call.

"Hello?"

"Lu skewers?"

"Give it a few strokes." Li Luo said speechlessly, "I'm out at the stall, don't waste my time."

"My treat."
To be continued...