Meeting Mr. Fu

The afternoon sunshine came in through the window. The light penetrated the white curtains and fell on the floor.

Yu Er is sitting at the table, wearing glasses, with a coffee beside him. Her slender fingers are holding the mouse. She is repairing the photos taken a few days ago.

Outside the room, there is a voice of colleagues talking to the guests.

"Remember to make me beautiful. I want to make it like Jiyin."

Yu Er picked up her coffee and drank a little. She has been working on the map these days. She often works until midnight and doesn't sleep much. Sometimes she can't sleep well at all.

Soon, the makeup artist pushed the door in and said, "rain, take a picture“

She stood up, picked up the camera and walked out the door.

The customer who just talked with the make-up artist looked at Yu Er, full of doubt, "does she take pictures for me?"

"Do you have any questions?" asked Yu Er

"Can I have another cameraman?" She looks so young that she doesn't look like she has technology at all.

The makeup artist took a look at the rain and explained to the guest, "she's the only one today."

Of course, she is usually the only one.

Their studio has just been built.

Yu Er hasn't graduated yet. It's just that the school class has almost finished. I'm very interested in photography, so I built this studio with my friends.

With the guests into the studio, the rain directly closed the door.

……

By the time we finished shooting, it was already more than six o'clock.

She came out with her camera and computer on her back, and her colleague said, "it's hard today."

"Not bad." She walked out the door and stopped a car downstairs.

This point is very crowded. There are a lot of cars outside. The driver is driving and shuttling in the traffic, like showing off his skills.

She did not make a sound, looking out of the window, but feel particularly quiet.

I received a message on my mobile phone, which was from a friend, "rain, are you off work? Would you like to have dinner with me in the evening

"No She refused directly.

"How can you do that? I don't come out every time I call you. Have you been addicted to tuxiu recently? Are you stupid? " Ming Ming used to be very gregarious, but recently he only likes to do his own things and doesn't like to communicate with friends.

She turned off her cell phone and closed her eyes. There was a feeling that she couldn't describe.

When she got home, the driver stopped the car at the door. She got out of the car and went into the door. In the yard, she saw Uncle Cheng, her father's assistant.

Dad's back?

This made her feel better, and her steps moved briskly. She went into the door and said, "Dad, are you back?"

Not only Gu Chonglin but also he was sitting in the living room.

Black shirt, silver tie, looks thin, a face is too delicate.

I remember seeing his news before, still on the Internet.

But I didn't expect to see him here today. There's no reason.

When the other party heard her voice, they also looked up at her and saw her standing there, wearing a T-shirt and jeans wide legged pants, with a very thin waist and exposed outside.

With a camera and a computer on her back, she was thin. These two things seemed to crush her.

"What are you doing here?" Shanshan came out of the kitchen with the fruit and looked at the rain standing in a daze at the door as soon as she came back, "silly?"

She is silly, insomnia last night, has been unable to sleep, think something will happen.

Her premonition has always been very accurate. Today, she is a little distracted, but I didn't expect that he would come home so suddenly.

She said, "I'll put things first."

With her head down, she took her things and went upstairs.