Chapter 31:

Jiang Yan felt that he was able to take such an inexplicable outfit.
This suit is pretty good without looking at the jacket. Slim pants, a black loose t-shirt, although it's knitted, but at least it's the kind that won't be watched when you go out.
But he shuddered as soon as he put on his coat, and looked back at Gu Fei: "Hey, are you sure I didn't get the wrong clothes?"
"No," Gu Fei still looked at him behind the camera, "what happened?"
"No, don't you think this suit looks like a Matrix version? No, no, a straw rope around the waist is a missionary?" Jiang Yan tugged at his clothes and whispered, "Is there a mirror? I feel like A mage ... "
Gu Fei didn't speak, and pointed to the wall behind with a smile.
The clothes are quite long, and the calves are relatively thin and soft. They are worn a little on the body, which is the legendary lazy casual style, but you must wear a thinner and shorter one. You have to get back to Qingshan when you go out.
"This dress has a face, a figure, a height, and a temperament," Ding Zhuxin leaned against the door. "You're more fanciful than Dafei, and he's just a hooligan."
"Oh, if he doesn't wear it, it's about a hooligan," Jiang Yan stood in front of the mirror and looked at it. Actually ... it's okay. Although he definitely won't buy such clothes, he is not picking clothes now. "The designer of this dress doesn't know who it is, he has to give him a smile."
"It's me," Ding Zhuxin said.
"... Ah?" Jiang Yan looked at Ding Zhuxin's expression of "I know what you're thinking", and the familiar embarrassment suddenly emerged, rising up, and walking when she followed her into the house. A little bit absurd.
When Ding Zhuxin smeared on his face, Gu Fei turned on the light sources for taking pictures.
"You don't have to be nervous. Just move," Ding Zhuxin brushed Jiang Jiang's face a few times, "OK."
Jiang Yan came to the place where she took the pictures according to her instructions. The scenery was quite cool, that is, he didn't know what to do when he stood by.
"Walk a few steps back and forth," Gu Fei held his camera at him, "walk from left to right and then from right to left."
"Well," Jiang Yan nodded, turned and walked to the side. As soon as he moved, Gu Fei's camera clicked. He couldn't help turning his head. "That's it? I think I just walked smoothly?" "
"Let's go, don't worry if I shoot or not." Gu Fei pressed the shutter again.
Jiang Yan took a breath and walked from left to right.
The place where the scene was set up was just a few square meters, and it took only a few steps to reach the end. He turned again and walked back from right to left.
"Head down," Gu Fei said as he patted. "Go faster and take a big step."
Jiang Yan lowered his head slightly and walked over again.
Gu Fei stared at him in the camera and pressed continuous shooting.
Jiang Yan's figure is fixed in the picture, his head bowed, his striding legs, and a slightly raised angle behind him ... handsome and dynamic.
"Put on the hat," said Ding Zhuxin, "the hat is also a prominent design."
"Oh," Jiang Yan put on the hood behind his clothes, and moved forward while finishing. "Now I feel like death is coming ..."
"Jiang Ye." Gu Fei called him.
"Huh?" Jiang Yan turned his head.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter.
Still in the forward position, half of the face was covered by the raised hand and the edge of the hat, and only the eyes hidden in the shadow and the straight bridge of the nose were visible.
"This is great." Gu Fei said.
"Positive." Ding Zhuxin drank tea.
"No need to laugh, no expression," Gu Fei glanced at Jiang Yan, "and don't do anything."
This kind of standing position without any expressions and movements, arms hanging down, it is difficult for ordinary people to stand not stupid. Gu Fei does not know why he asked Jiang Yan to say non-professional. Man with this pose.
"Aren't you stupid?" Jiang Yan sighed and stood up as he said.
"No." Gu Fei answered briefly and pressed the shutter.
Jiang Yan must have been a terrible person since he was a child, and he can hold such a fool-like standing position.
There was no tension like Li Zheng, nor did he unconsciously relax.
The center of gravity is slightly on the right leg, and the shoulders are naturally relaxed. This is very important. People who can't stand shoulders are either stretched back or shrunk forward ...
This kid has definitely practiced standing in front of a mirror. This kind of upright and casual ... long arms and legs look stretched and comfortable.
"Lift your chin," Ding Zhuxin said, "drag a bit."
"How ... drag?" Jiang Yan asked.
"When you entered Class 8 for the first time," Gu Fei said, "That's it."
"I'm irritable." When Jiang Yan thought that he was standing there like an elder sister to be reviewed by the whole class, he felt a little upset.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter, and after a few clicks he lowered his camera: "You can't get mixed up someday, you can consider this line."
"This is what I have to do if I can't keep mixing?" Ding Zhuxin said with a smile.
"People learn to dominate," Gu Fei said, "different from your former dropout children."
"Go there," Ding Zhuxin clapped his hands, and put a slap on his arm. "Jiang Xuan changed his clothes and patted the list."
"Which one?" Jiang Yan took off the coat and asked while walking outside.
"Just one piece, long pullover." Ding Zhuxin said.
Jiang Yan went out, Gu Fei stood in the same place and looked down at the pictures just taken.
If there is something on Jiang Yan that is particularly attractive to him ... except for learning to dominate the flute slingshot, this is how it has Fan's temperament. You can say it is a bad boy, it can be annoyance, it can be dismissive OK, the self-confidence in my bones is the most convincing, Lao Tzu is the best, that fan.
Compared with others, this intuitive and direct attraction is the most powerful. It doesn't need you to discover it, you don't need to notice it, you just have to look at it.
Just look at it.
Visual animals are so superficial.
Gu Fei sighed softly and could only watch.
He couldn't remember how long he had, and he didn't have the mood to take a closer look at the people around him.
Absolutely eliminate early love.
No mood, no dare, everything he protects can't stand any fluctuations.
"Sorry," Jiang came in with a linen-colored dress. "Is this one?"
"Yes." Ding Zhu nodded heartily.
"I want to ask, how to wear this?" Jiang Yan held his clothes apart and shook both shoulders. "What's inside?"
"Underwear," Ding Zhuxin said.
Jiang Yan shook his clothes again, with big and small question marks on his face.
Gu Fei turned to the beginning, using his camera to cover his face, holding back a smile, feeling that he could almost hear the roar of Jiang Yan's heart.
This is a very sparsely knitted pullover, which is quite long. It is estimated that it can reach Jiang Yan's knee and the neckline is quite large. Gu Fei has seen this design before, and once thought that Ding Zhuxin was designed for her. I did not expect it to be men's clothing. .
"Change it," Ding Zhuxin said, "you should look good on it."
"Hollow?" Jiang Yan asked again without hesitation.
"Yes," said Ding Zhuxin, "you have abdominal muscles, if not, I will help you draw."
Jiang Yan is still hard to describe.
"Does he have it?" Ding Zhuxin turned to ask Fei again.
"Ah?" Gu Fei turned his face, and there was no time to put away the smile on his face. "It seems to be."
"Come on, I thought you were embarrassed to have no abdominal muscles." Ding Zhuxin told Jiang Yan again.
"Well," Jiang Yan nodded, determined to nod, and then headed back after going out. "Sister Xin, I want to ask, will anyone buy this clothes?"
"Yes," Ding Zhuxin drank his tea, "I always sell my designs well."
"It's amazing. Who buys them?" Jiang Yan whispered.
"Probably neuropathy." Ding Zhuxin said.
He took off only a pair of underwear and put on the same clothes as a broken fishing net. Jiang Yan felt that he was no different from a shirtless man, and he quickly walked to the mirror and glanced.
My mother.
Jiang Yan firmly believes that if this dress can be sold, it can only be attributed to his own body.
He gritted his teeth and went in.
Gu Feizheng looked down at the camera, looked up at him, and immediately whistleed.
"You shut up." Jiang Yan pointed at him.
"It's just that the underpants are black," Ding Zhuxin looked at him, and said with satisfaction, "I think if it is not black, I'll find one for you ... let's get started."
"Um." Jiang Yan walked over to the set, and the set changed a part, and it looked much cleaner than before.
"The shoes are off and bare feet," Ding Zhuxin said again.
Jiang Yan was unable to resist wearing such clothes, and took off his shoes and socks without a word, standing barefoot in the middle.
"This suit doesn't require much action," Ding Zhuxin said, "this dress's name is 'dumb', you look for it."
Dumb.
This is the only content that Jiang Yan can think of at this moment based on this word.
As for feeling.
It feels a little cold, after all, the clothes on my body are all eyes, not to mention that the underwear is black and can be seen by Ding Zhuxin, it is estimated that what brand is almost clear.
But this feeling still has to be found. Ding Zhuxin paid him to take photos. It was his employer. He had to find out the so-called feeling. Besides, Gu Fei was still holding his camera waiting for him.
Dumb.
Well it's not dumb, it's dumb.
No sound.
Very silent.
He somehow remembered a Russian song that he liked so much before.
вhoчn ...
The whole song is quiet.
He often puts on headphones after a fight with his family.
Close your eyes and listen to the lyrics that you don't know, you can hear the voice in your heart.
It's so far away, this feeling has found Siberia ...
In the camera, Jiang Yan closed his eyes, and his right hand was placed slightly to the left of his chest.
Gu Fei pressed the shutter.
At this moment, Jiang Yan felt very far away, wrapped in a thick sense of distance.
Confused and stubbornly written in a calm voice.
After holding down the shutter, he held the camera for a long time without moving, so he fixedly looked at Jiang Yan's face in the camera.
Until Ding Zhuxin cleared his throat gently.
Jiang Yan opened his eyes as if he had been awakened. When he lowered his hands, his fingers caught his collar, and the collar was pulled apart and then rebounded.
Gu Fei's camera sounded a series of shutter sounds.
Jiang Yan's eyes had no direction, his lips opened slightly, his collar caught by his fingers, and his fingertips ...
"I think it's good," said Ding Zhuxin, "very and emotional."
Gu Fei said nothing, looked down for a long while holding the camera, and finally took a breath, exhaling slowly like a sigh.
"I'll go ..." Gu Fei lowered his camera, "Go to the toilet."
Sitting on the toilet lid, Gu Fei lit a cigarette and held it.
Watching the smoke drifting towards the window.
Life is always full of surprises.
For example, Gu Miao was accidentally picked up by Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan accidentally kissed the ground in front of his store, and unexpectedly became his tablemate ...
These accidents were not too unexpected. What surprised Gu Fei unexpectedly was that he always felt that he was in control of everything, but he would react when taking pictures.
It's such a surprise.
Too unexpected.
Even such a person who has always been indifferent must hide in the toilet to calm down.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think about it again, this matter has to be replaced by Jiang Yan ... Maybe he will die on the toilet.
When Gu Fei came out of the toilet with a cigarette, Jiang Yan was standing in front of the row of shelves and fighting a piece of clothing.
The situation was kind of stale, he tore his clothes, and the clothes locked his throat.
When he heard the door ringing behind him, he raised his arms and looked through the gap in his clothes. When he saw that it was Gu Fei, he couldn't care about the embarrassment. He pressed his voice: "Fuck me, come and help me."
"... What's wrong?" Gu Fei quickly smoked the cigarette, walked over, stretched his hands several times, but didn't know where to stab him to release him.
"No," Jiang Yan still raised his arms, and half of his face was exposed between his arms and collar. His face was angry and helpless. "This dress is not fucking. This neckline is for the baby to enter." ! "
"You wait," Gu Fei circled around him, "I'll take a look first."
"I will tear this out if you come out later, and I will recognize the loss," Jiang Yan said.
"I think ..." Gu Fei picked up the clothes on his left and looked at them. "Did you drill the cuffs?"
"... You say so," Jiang Yan froze, "I suddenly felt very reasonable."
Gu Fei didn't speak, and he didn't say a word.
After two seconds, he knew that his smirking reincarnation with Gu Fei was about to start again.
When Ding Zhuxin came out from the inside, they were laughing with each other, Gu Fei laughed several times and tried to help him to tear off his clothes, but his hands were weak and failed.
And Jiang Yan himself laughed and felt almost strangled by his cuff and couldn't stop.
"Sorry," Ding Zhuxin took out his mobile phone and took a picture of them. "I want to send a circle of friends."
"What?" Gu Fei leaned against the shelf and smiled.
"My part-time photographer and my part-time model," said Ding Zhuxin, "crazy."
"Alright, he's going to drill his sleeves." Gu Fei finally eased over, pulling his clothes and pulling, Jiang Yan stepped back, trying to make his arms and head become one, and finally took off his clothes.
"Ah!" He squatted to the ground. "I'm exhausted."
"Hurry up, Sister Dinner invites you for takeaway." Ding Zhuxin turned and went in again.
At first, Jiang Yan didn't think how many 30 suits there were. After all, sometimes he had to toss out two or three suits to look at.
Today I only know how annoying it is to dress and undress.
Wear it constantly, take it off, and stand in front of the lights to find all kinds of feelings. After playing the ball, my leg feels a little sore, and he can't get through.
The key is that Ding Zhuxin's clothes are all set, not 30 pieces of clothes, just change a few pairs of pants and wear a little, one change is one from top to bottom.
When it was getting dark, Ding Zhuxin said that he had to eat first, and Jiang Yan refused. He felt that if he stopped to rest and finished his meal, he wouldn't want to continue if he was killed.
So the three of them didn't have a meal, and they fought until nine o'clock before they finally completed today's task.
"Hungry?" Ding Zhuxin transferred today's money to Jiang Yan. "Go downstairs for something to eat. What do you want to eat?"
"I ... don't eat anymore," Jiang Yan felt very kind after changing his clothes. The whole person relaxed, and then became sleepy. "I went back to sleep and was dead."
"Aren't you hungry?" Ding Zhuxin said. "Eat two casually, what if you get hungry at night?"
"Thank you, Sister Jiang," Jiang Yan yawned. "I'm so sleepy, I don't know if I'm hungry at night."
Ding Zhuxin smiled: "Let's do it, will you have the strength tomorrow?"
"Just sleep," Jiang Yan said.
"Then you take a taxi and go back," Ding Zhuxin said, "I will be reimbursed for the toll."
"No," Jiang Yan said quickly, "I really don't need it. I don't have much money. I can do it myself."
What else Ding Zhuxin wanted to say was stopped by Gu Fei: "Give me the money, I will take a taxi with him and go back."
"Don't you eat?" Ding Zhuxin looked at him with surprise.
"Well," Gu Fei drank a cigarette and lit it. "My mom cooked at home today and left it for me. I have to go back and eat it or she will cry again."
"That's OK." Ding Zhu nodded heartily.
Jiang Yan went to the side of the road to stop the car, and Gu Fei stood silently with Ding Zhuxin.
"Dafei." When he saw a taxi leaning over, Ding Zhuxin opened his mouth.
"Um." Gu Fei answered.
"I saw you laughing like that for the first time," Ding Zhuxin looked at Jiang Yan's back, "I watched you grow up. Today is the first time I saw you."
"What does it mean to watch me grow up," Gu Fei smiled, avoiding Ding Zhuxin's words, "I am just a few years older than my mother, and I also watched you grow up."
"Get in the car," Ding Zhuxin said, "I have something to do tomorrow. I will prepare the clothes to be photographed. The assistant will come over to put on makeup. You can help me with the rest."
"Okay." Gu Fei threw away his cigarette and got into the car.
Jiang Yan fell asleep when he got into the car. He felt like sleeping like a pig. Gu Fei pushed him several times before he finally reacted. This was not the shaking of the car and opened his eyes.
"Are you there?" Jiang Yan rubbed his face and opened the door to get out of the car. "I almost dreamed of sleeping."
"That ..." Gu Fei pulled his arm.
Jiang Yan just wanted to ask him what happened, he heard the noise coming from the front, the man shouted at the woman, and the woman cried.
When looking at the sound of the past, he was in a state of endless irritability. The fatigue of half an evening and half an afternoon at this moment almost lifted him off.
Li Baoguo, Li Hui, and Li Qian, his relatives, brothers, and sisters, he recognized them at a glance, and there was a woman with a stupid leg he had never seen, and did not know who it was.
The woman was tore with Li Baoguo on her legs, crying and yelling, but she seemed to be speaking in dialect, and her accent was too heavy to hear what was being said.
Li Baoguo changed his face and hugged the brain substitute on that day, and he was very aggressive against this woman. Li Hui and Li Qian couldn't pull it.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you!" Li Baoguo's words were clear and full of vitality. "You haven't been cleaned up by Lao Tzu! See if I can leave you alive!"
Suddenly feeling out of breath, Jiang Yan backed into the car, pushed Gu Fei, who was trying to get out of him, and closed the door.
"What? No way?" The driver asked.
"Send you back first." Jiang Yan whispered to Gu Fei, his throat was a little tight.
"Let's go," Gu Fei didn't ask much, "The master has trouble turning North Xiaojie."
"OK." The driver turned around and drove the car down the street.
After passing the shop of Gu Fei's house, and driving a little further, Gu Fei asked the driver to stop the car in front of several residential buildings.
"Where are you going?" The driver asked.
"It's here," Gu Fei took out the money and gave the driver a push, Jiang Yan. "Get off."
Jiang Ai got out of the car, and his head was a little bit woody, and he looked at the building in front of him: "Your home?"
"Well," Gu Fei said, walking towards the corridor, "see me for drawing."
"What picture?" Jiang Yan hesitated and followed him.
"Your photo, don't you want to see it, so hot suai." Gu Fei said.
"Okay." Jiang Yan smiled.