Chapter 39: Strict

"Xu Ying?" Jiang Xiuwen stunned, pulled the microblogging page with the mouse, and yelled at the chin. "What do you say Xu Ying, is that the photographer who was taken away by He Bai to take a job, Xu Ying? But your home He Bai is not offending the classmates or blocking the road. How can someone run out and say that he is eager to have a good relationship with the teacher, and take the back door to change the score to grab the scholarship of the classmate?"
Di Qiuhe's brain filled with anger quickly calmed down and asked, "What happened? Who said it? What happened?"
"Anonymous, just the thing, these black materials are updated in real time, I see... Oh refreshed, this blogger also said that your family is white, rich, poor, classmates, rich, classmates, thighs, unsocial There is no such thing as this. There is definitely a pusher behind this post, otherwise it is impossible to heat it so fast.
Jiang Xiuwen asserted, then asked,
Would you like me to deal with it?
The sweetheart of the friend, that is naturally his own People, being bullied by their families, don’t bully and go back.
Di Qiuhe frowned, and after a while, he replied. "You first check, how do I deal with the advice of Xiaobai."
Jiang Xiuwen heard a word, and then said nothing, "Autumn crane, you are definitely a wife and a stricter in the future." This has not been caught up, this is true, if this is really together, the bottom line of friends in front of He Bai is estimated to be no The bottom line is gone.
"How could it be that the wife is strict?" Di Qiuhe's eyebrows, some dissatisfaction, "Little White will never like me to call him... Anyway, don't say this word in front of Xiaobai, he is also a man, he is said to him. Will be upset."
Was this the focus?
"...well, I know, the husband is strict." Jiang Xiuwen numbly replied, feeling that he was wrong. If you still use it later, your friends will have no bottom line now. Even if there is, the name of the bottom line is also congratulated.
Junchen pressed the clothing album under the arm, raised his hand to support his face, his lips moved, and lowered his voice. "He must be using your mobile phone to send a text message to Di Qiuhe."
He Bai took back his gaze and nodded in a blank expression. He raised a big knife in his heart and calmly replied. "He is already dead." He dared to move his mobile phone. It is not enough to die for 10,000 times.
"When we talk about it, he will definitely find you and confess your mobile phone with you." Junchen put down his hand and leaned back in the back of the chair to look at Xu Ying, who was trying hard to make nothing happening. The point of biting the teeth, "He will lie to you, saying that he has obtained permission to take pictures of Di Qiuhe, using Di Qiuhe to agree to take pictures and play emotional cards with you, selling routines."
He Bai looked at the monarch and unconsciously clenched his hand that seemed to want to swear. He paused and asked, "He also moved your mobile phone and sent a text message to your friends?"
"Not a good friend." Junchen blinked, the arc of the corner of his mouth was very cold. "It’s my cousin, I went to the cousin of high school."
"..." The second brother is really a small expert.
"Get up with him sooner or later." Junchen turned his back to Xu Ying, and he came up with a blind eye. He lowered his head and quickly flipped it over. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "The little mermaid is very thoughtful and provides. The style of the clothing is very comprehensive and there is nothing to change."
Seeing that he started talking about business, He Bai also converges and replies, "After the finalization of the costume is the official shooting preparation period, Mr. Jun, I want to confirm with you first, you want me to take the album cover, or a certain first The MV cover of the song?"
When Junchen Studio first talked with the little mermaid, because it was just a trial invitation, it only briefly mentioned the MV cover, and did not finalize the album cover.
He has never touched this piece. When he first knew the invitation, he thought that the MV cover and the album cover were one thing. It was also entangled for a long time, thinking that the history was inexplicably changed.
Fortunately, Lin Xia explained it to him later, telling him that the concepts of the two covers are completely different. He was relieved, thinking that history did not change much. Junjun would probably still use old photos as album cover. He only used one shot of the MV cover.
As a result, he was too loose and too early. After the two parties officially began to talk about the contract, the monarch and the other side asked him to shoot all the cover requirements for the album, so he tangled up and couldn’t figure out what the other party meant. Ask more questions.
"Nature is all the cover." Junchen replied, paused, added, "But I still have a reservation option for the album cover, so if Mr. He’s photo does not meet my expectations, I may give up. Your work, another cover for the album, please forgive me."
"Your concern, I understand, it should be like this." He Bai heard the words in his heart, his expression relaxed a lot, and asked with a smile, "Is there any honor before I officially started shooting, I can appreciate you in advance." new album?"
Before taking a photo, listen to the album content and grasp the overall tone of the album. He Bai’s professional attitude is very good to please Jun Jun. He has a smile on his face and got up and made a gesture of asking, saying,
This It is natural, please, Mr. He."
"Thank you." He Bai got up and saw Xu Ying look over. The smile on his face was stiff. He remembered that there was such a scourge. The brow jumped and jumped forward, took his mobile phone and lowered his voice. "A moment. Look for your account, two brothers."
Xu Yingwen, who was guilty of guilty conscience, was a stiff, conditioned reflex to the monarch.
Junchen sneered and smiled. He didn't look at him. He opened the door and went out first.
"This is the expression! Perfect! Unfortunately, he is wearing clothes!" Xu Ying once again rubbed his wrist.
He Bai went out in a footstep, then speeded up the speed of leaving - no wonder Xu Ying is called the most sloppy photographer in the photography circle, and this does not know where to go, whoever met itch?
There are a total of ten songs in the new album of Junchen. The main song "Thinking" expresses the child's thoughts and love for the parents. The other songs are the theme of the father, the mother, the grandparents and other older generations. The love between husband and wife, the love of the wanderer to the hometown... The tone of the whole album is warm, micro-striped, only the last "pet" that describes the pet's love for the owner, the rhythm is slightly cheerful, providing a little bit for the album. People can't help but feel relaxed.
Throughout the afternoon, He Bai was immersed in the ocean of music, letting emotions be driven by notes, and when it was sad and happy.
"Master said that the younger brother can grasp the point, there is a big love in his eyes, I believe he will be able to shoot the cover you want." Xu Ying did not know when it appeared behind the monarch, and together with the monarch, looked through the window to the corner of the room. He Bai, who listened to the song with his headphones, his eyes finally got normal. He calmly said, "I have seen the works of the younger brothers, which is in line with the style of your album. You are at ease."
Junchen didn't look at him this time. His eyes were a little far away and he whispered. "I hope so."
The songs drive emotions, emotions evoke memories, and he lost his parents in adolescence. He passively followed the songs and remembered the days when he had been with his parents. He couldn’t resist a few tears, and finally the red eyes went out of the room.
The monarch was no longer outside, and Xu Ying immediately got together and wanted to sell the routine.
"Don't give up, I won't take off your shots, just keep a pair of underwear." He Bai annihilated his routine in the cradle, then grabbed his collar and pressed him to the wall, lifting it up. The fist threatened and waved, and asked quietly, "Is my mobile phone fun, the second brother."
Xu Ying was shocked and then smashed the wall. "You are not mad at Junchen! Actually betray me!"
He Bai began to touch him.
Xu Ying is like a terrified girl who has been violated. She has a masculine and serious face, and she evades her chest. She exclaimed, "What are you doing with the younger brother? You, you can’t think of me, we are brothers, this is incest!"
"Full brain yellow scrap, give me normal points!" He Bai touched the phone from his trouser pocket, blinked out of Xu Rongrong's number, typed, quickly sent a text message, and then threw the phone back. Smile and pat him on the shoulder. "Okay, feel the feeling of being smashed by the mobile phone." After he finished, he left him with a cold back.
Xu Yingmu stunned, and quickly pressed the phone to turn to the SMS page.
Xu Ying: Master, I want to take a photo for the younger brother. Can you tell me about it?
"Oh no! Master doesn't like me to start with people around me, little teacher you..." He collapsed.
The phone ringing, Xu Xiaorong’s phone call came over.
His hand trembled, his heart stopped suddenly, then he quickly became faster, his head sweated coldly, and he turned around in a hurry.
"Yes." He Bai fell back and smiled and reminded, "I just used my mobile phone to send a text message to Master, telling him that you are working here at Junchen because you have an attempt at the monarch, and now you are unfortunately found, very It’s almost going to be fired. Two brothers, ask for more happiness.

"What? How can you be so bad with a younger brother!"
Xu Ying did not turn around, he now wants to dig a hole to bury himself.
The phone ringing stopped, and then immediately rang again. He bit his teeth and connected. "Hey... no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no I don't want to go to the master's long knowledge!"
In the early autumn season, the sky was getting shorter. When He Bai found the monarch, the monarch was sitting on the wicker chair on the second floor of the studio.
He reached out and prevented the staff from screaming at the action. He took a look at the scores and old photos scattered on the small table at the hand of the monarch, found a suitable angle, lifted the camera he carried, adjusted the light, and pressed the shutter.
Rubbing.
The monarch returned to God and turned around and looked over.
He Bai pressed the shutter again and took pictures of his doubts. He put down the camera and smiled at him. He walked over and turned over several old photos on the table, and picked out the one that was used as the cover last time. "Who is this person above?"
The sight of Junchen moved to the photo, and paused and replied, "It’s my parents."

Parents?
He Bai wondered, took a look at this photo of only one person and asked,
How can I only see one person?

"Because my father is taking pictures." Junchen smiled and brought a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. "My hometown has many mountains. My mother loves flowers. She often goes for a walk in the mountains after dinner. My father is worried that she is in danger on the mountain, and she follows it all the time... ...this photo was taken before the landslide, my father took pictures of his mother by the camera of his neighbor."
He Baiwen trembled in his heart, looking down at the long skirt in the photo, the beautiful woman who was bending over to pick flowers, and moved her eyes to some gloomy sky in the photo, silent for a few seconds, sighing in her heart.
"I was studying abroad at the time. I missed my parents very much. I asked them to take a few photos and send them to me... They were because I went up the mountain in that gloomy weather." The nostalgia in the eyes of Junchen was replaced by pain, and the voice changed. Low, "In order to let me see their best side, they specially put on their favorite clothes and borrowed a more professional camera from their neighbors..."
The sun began to sink to the west, and the rays of the sun covered the sky.
He Bai looked at the face of the monarch and the sunset, and remembered that he had been reading his parents’ chat text messages. He had an impulsive thought in his heart and said,
Mr. Jun, let’s go to the grave.

A monarch, "sweeping the grave?"
"Yes, where is your parents buried?"
"On the hills of my home, they like it..."
He Bai bowed his head to help him collect the scores and old photos, and asked, "I remember your hometown in the province of C?"
Junchen nodded, some could not keep up with his thoughts, hesitated, "Go now? This point may not buy tickets and high-speed rail tickets..."
"Then go by train." He Bai put the scores and old photos in his hands and smiled. "In the era when your parents sent you out of your hometown to study, the airport has only a few major cities, and the high-speed rail station also I didn't build it. When you left your parents by train, now why don't you take the train back to your parents?"
With one heavy hand, the monarch bowed his head and looked at the old photos on the score.
Perhaps it was infected by the words of He Bai, perhaps the feeling of backlog when the album was created finally reached the critical point, or perhaps it was too long to escape. He was weak and finally found the painful and embarrassing opportunity to face up to these years. Not willing to give up...
"Okay." He nodded, his hands slowly tightened, and looked up at He Bai. His eyes were a little red. "We are going back by train, I am going to see them."
The two thought of doing it, a job that left the studio, a selective forgetting of the next day, and drove to the train station, and finally got on the train to the province of C in the night.
The train is very slow, and it is very sinful to sit up, but for the monarch, these hours are the quietest moments of his heart over the years.
He carried the scores and old photos with him. When he saw that there were few people in the carriage, he simply found a cleaner corner and talked with He Bai about the past.
He Bai listened attentively, and took a picture from time to time to be a perfect listener and recorder.
After the train is a taxi, after the taxi is a walk, Junchen specially detoured to buy a bunch of flowers, but when they went down the mountain, they disliked these carefully cultivated flowers too rigid, the mother would not like it, and gave the flowers to Hebai. Picking wildflowers on the side of the road, clumsyly bunched them.
At dawn, the two finally came to the vicinity of the two graves that depended on the mountainside. The graves should be specially guarded by people, there are no weeds around, and they look very clean and clean.
Junchen stopped at ten steps, carefully tidying up the shirt that had already wrinkled on his body, and rationalized his hair, taking care of the flowers with the flowers.
He Bai stopped and looked around, carefully looking for a place where he could not hear the words of the monarch, waiting quietly.
There is fog in the morning in the mountains, dew on the leaves of the grass, and the monarch who rushed overnight has no glamorous glamour, but it is awkward, but this is his most realistic look, the most authentic look in front of his parents.
He bowed his head in front of the tombstone and whispered something. The bouquet in his hand was always held, and I didn't know why.
The sun gradually rose and the fog began to dissipate. When the first sun shone through the thick fog and hit the tombstone, the monarch who had stopped talking for a long time finally bent down and carefully placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone of the monarch.
Rubbing.
The picture is fixed.
At this time, the monarch who bent down in front of the tombstone seemed to overlap with the beautiful woman who picked the flowers in the old photo. The two men dressed up to meet the son’s thoughts, one because they missed their parents, and they refused to care about the image. Come back to see them.
Everything is because of love.
From the morning breeze, He Bai put down the camera, put the delicate flowers handed over by the monarchs on the grass, and took two steps back to the ground. Through the gap of the flowers, he photographed the monarch and sat down in front of the tombstone, and took the exit piano to concentrate on playing. Look like it.
When I went down the mountain, it was already at noon. He Bai was lifted by the roommate and was sweared by the roommate. Junchen also received an assistant’s call to death. The two looked at each other and did not say anything. They rushed to the airport and bought tickets back to B.
On the night, He Bai handed over the cover of his revised album - the front, the old photos did not move, only a little repair, the opposite side, the monarch stood in the rising morning light, bending over to the tombstone to dedicate a bouquet, and in two The overlap of the photos, the flowers are covered, and the blurred figure is dancing with the harmonica of Junchen.
Ten minutes later, Junchen sent a text message. The content was only a simple thank you. He Bai understood that his cover was taken.
He Baixin, who has finished his work, is satisfied, and the roommates who have been waiting for him for a long time in the bedroom are going crazy.
"Xiaobai, you are finished! You actually skipped classes!" Niu Junjie rushed over and held his shoulders and shook. "Do you know that someone online is yelling at you! Everyone is waiting to see your reaction, and you are Actually skipping classes, do you know that those people are now making you more fierce! The neutral people are beginning to wonder if you are a big like in the black!"
Wang Hu frowned and his face was angry. He said, "The person who broke the news at the beginning is definitely in our class. He knows Xiaobai too. Other classes or other professionals cannot know so clearly. ""
Chen Jie was a little calmer and analyzed. "The news broke out at the beginning of the small white scholarship. I suspect that the person was pressed by Xiaobai, did not get a scholarship, and our class was not because of white. Only Huang Wei is the scholarship."
"I know that it is the bastard!" Niu Junjie released He Bai, and he was so angry that he was so sturdy. "I am actually a second generation of grass bags, I am jealous of his uncle!"
Wang Hu is busy holding him. "Don't be impulsive, the fight will be remembered, you calm down!"
Chen Jie also advised, "The third child, you can't do it. This thing makes the counselor handle the best. We are now the victims of public opinion. If we move our hands, we become the bad guys who are angry and revenge." The classmates all know Xiaobai's temper, and they don't believe in those who broke the news. They also took the rhythm of those netizens who didn't know the truth.
He Bai struggled to digest the information in their words, summed up a bit, and was surprised, "Huang Wei is black on the Internet? When is it?"
The three of them were quiet, brushed and looked at him, and then after seeing the doubts in his eyes, they couldn’t help but rush to hold him down and anger, "I’m worried that we are here again. Angry thinking about the villain, but you don’t know the hurricane on the Internet! You want to mad at us!"
He Bai quickly asked for mercy, touched the phone in the gap between the beggars, just ready to open Weibo, and saw a lot of unread text messages and missed calls on the top of the screen.
"Hey, why are so many missed and unread?"
The three people who were screaming at him also followed his mobile phone screen, remembering that this guy couldn’t stay in the night and couldn’t get in touch with him, and today’s arrogant course of action, he finally stopped restraining and pressed him to the ground. Blasting hammer.
It’s too irritating. If you don’t care about anything, you should have enough credits to throw out the school early!
Ten minutes later, He Bai hid a mess of hair and hid in the bathroom. He first called Xu Yurong to talk about work and skipping classes, then opened all missed calls and unread text messages. After discovering that all of my roommates and Di Qiuhe had sent them, I was relieved and gave a call to Di Qiuhe.
"Do you still know to answer the phone?" The call was immediately connected, but Di Qiuhe's tone...
"Can't get in touch all day and night, huh?"
Di Qiuhe's voice is gentle and nice, the tone is calm and calm, the tail sound is slightly elongated, with a slow and casual taste, and the is sexy... but He Bai knows that this guy is angry and angry.
"Cough." He cleared his throat and softly explained, "Today is busy with work, the phone has been in the backpack, just..."
"The icon." Di Qiuhe interrupted his words.
He Baiyi, "What?" How did you suddenly mention the icon?
"The name of the person who slanders you on the Internet is Huang Wei, and you have a class to help him send the post to the hot spot is the iconic boss Jincheng. This is only the first step, after which Jincheng is also preparing to let a front desk of the icon to smear you. Sexual harassment, ready to stink you completely."
He Bai was so stunned that he had left the icon for a long time, and the iconic boss he had never seen before actually hurt him. Why? Just because of Jia’s business?
"Liu Huanhuan seems to want to mix one hand too. I have already let Xiuwen find a way to warn her. She doesn't dare to come." Di Qiuhe continued, the tone was getting weaker and the voice was getting calmer and calmer. "You Let me take a good filming, I took it; you let me take a good rest, I go to bed early and get up early; you don't like me to send things, I will not send it again. And I let you squat in B city, but you skip class and disappear, small Paparazzi, I am very angry." Just finished hanging the phone.
"Hey? No, autumn..."
"Beep beep -"
"..."
He Bai squatted on the screen of the mobile phone and imagined how Di Qiuhe smacked his face and slammed the phone.
Finished, the childish ghost is angry, the end of the world.
Hey.
"White, are you constipated? Do you want to buy Kailuo for you?" Niu Junjie’s voice came from the door of the bathroom, and he was very vocal, like a parent who had retired after distracting the child. "Xiaobai, it’s not that we want to bully you in partnership, but it’s just that you’re not going home and skipping classes this night! Everyone is worried about you, you can rest assured that we will help you with the black materials on the Internet. It’s a rumor that the classmates know what kind of person you are, don’t worry."
He Bai was speechless and speechless. He closed the phone and got up to open the door. He glanced at the three roommates who were concerned about the eyes and sighed. "Sorry, I am worried about you. Don't worry about the black materials on the Internet. I will go. Wash it white."
"Ah?" Niu Junjie stunned. "This? You have a way to wash white?"
He Bai nodded, rubbing his fingers, sneer, "a big pile of methods." Huang Wei is right, the icon is right, dare behind the yin, looking for death.
Open the computer, He Bai first logged into the campus network, and queried his own historical results, screenshots. Then open your own private mailbox and send a screenshot of the retouching amount sent to the icon when you are part-time. Then bow your head and press the SMS page to find the monthly salary income reminder SMS, screenshot. Finally, I called Xu Haorong and asked the other party to come to the roster of the grades that the students were taught in each semester. The screenshots were coded and put together with the previous screenshots.
The other three people in the bedroom looked at him with a stunned look.
"On the Internet, apart from the black, I changed the scholarship and the rich woman, what else?" He Bai opened Weibo, ignored the huge comments and private letters that came in, and uploaded the screenshots one by one. Road.
"Bully classmates?" Niu Junjie stupidly remembered.
Wang Hu glanced at him and added, "Hold money and classmates thighs."
Chen Jie pushed the glasses and completed it. "Lonely, not gregarious, bad character, and skipping classes."
He Bai nodded and understood that he began to type and sneer. "Huang Wei is really ridiculous. Which classmates in the class did not do the work in the class? I have changed it twice. Besides, the scholarship. It was the teacher's comment. The school sent it. How do I grab it? He forgot the words that the last counselor warned him. He didn't even know how the scholarship was, and he should be shot."

The netizens mostly said that they have normal performance. The biggest flaw in your body is that they are supported by rich women.
Chen Jie frowned slightly and said,
You develop from the iconic practitioner to the Ica clothing photographer. It took only a few months, just the two people who recruited you were women, so Huang Wei..."
"Hey people look at everything." He Bai checked the edited content again, caught the wrong word, clicked on the send, looked back at the three roommates, smiled, "Okay, the online thing has been solved, eat Stay up all night? I treat you."
The trio looked at each other and learned how he was no longer thinking about the things on the Internet. Nodded, "Eat, barbecue or skewers?"
During the day and night, He Bai gave a text message to Di Qiuhe when he was free, but he never got a response. He wanted to make a phone call but was afraid of making a noise. The other person gradually became restless.
This is rare, after all, there is not much that can make him uneasy in this world.
"Ha ha ha, this is only an hour, then Huang Wei was smashed! Deserve it!" Niu Junjie took the mobile phone, laughing and slaping his thighs, and almost dancing the platter, "Little White Too much power! The salary text message was sent up, and then compared to the number of repairs when doing part-time work, netizens were shocked, saying that people who have the talent to work hard should live like being taken up!"
He Bai took his mobile phone and moved away from him. He poured a glass of iced orange juice. "Drink, calm down."
Niu Junjie ignored it and continued to hold his mobile phone. He didn't know what he saw. He laughed even more exaggerated. "Ha ha ha, the class leader in the class group made a speech, let Huang Wei stop shutting up, and the counselor should talk to him tomorrow morning.

"Let him have fun." Wang Hu patted He Bai's shoulder and pulled the barbecue tray in. "He stunned for a day and night, and did not vent and vent. I am afraid he wants to find Huang Wei."
"It’s him! He puts his sacks sooner or later!" Niu Junjie suddenly looked up and said, then he looked down at the phone and his face burst into laughter. "This netizen is right! People make money, and the work unit is Selling clothes, how to wear a few good clothes! Oh! I’m still bullying my classmates. After doing this, I’m sure that the reporters are also the kind of disgusting reporters who write reports indiscriminately, wasting national education resources!

He Bai put away his mobile phone and decided to ask the younger one to eat a few nights and nights. The brothers made this way, it was so touching!
On the set, Di Qiuhe ended today's show. On the way back to the house, Wang Boyi took the private mobile phone and opened the door while pressing the mobile phone. The line of sight swept away.
More than 20 unread text messages from He Bai! Unprecedented situation! Unprecedented favor! Completely unscientific!
He stood at the door of the room and kept his hand pushing the door and pressing the action of the phone. It was stiff for half a minute.
"Di Shao?" Wang Boyi, who lived in the room next door, saw that he was late for the door, tried to open the door, and carefully reminded him, "I will fly to Zone D tomorrow, and it is better to take a break earlier."
Di Qiuhe woke up like a dream, looked at him with a deep and unpredictable look, nodded, and opened the door into the room with a strange slow and cautious attitude.
boom.
The door is closed.
Wang Boyi was puzzled and frowned.
Di Shao just walked in the position... seems to be a little floating?