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Seeing a huge monster hanging behind Gong Jiang's back, walking into the food stall step by step, Wen Zheng and the others stared. After a while, everyone's faces turned purple, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh. The son is too funny, the huge monster almost crushed Gong Jiang's body out of shape, making Gong Jiang look short and small. Poor Gong Jiang's big brother image that she had built for many years was completely ruined.

"Ah, it's time to stop." Feng Ying rubbed his eyes, slid down from Gong Jiang's back as if he had just woken up, and waved to everyone, "Hello, laugh as much as you want, don't hold back .”

"Hahahahahaha!" The barbell-like laughter erupted like a torrent, but it lasted for less than three seconds, "Haha...ha, ha...ha..."

It came to an abrupt end, and everyone suddenly received Gong Jiang's fierce gaze. They were so frightened that their backs shuddered, and they bowed their heads guiltyly to admit their mistakes.

Gong Jiang glared at everyone, unbuttoned her jacket, loosened her tie, sat down, and Wen Zheng immediately handed out a cigarette like a dog, ready to light the fire.

The air is filled with a strong smell of smoke, like a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and smoke, almost everyone has a cigarette between their fingertips, the good and bad smoke smells mixed together, giving off a more pungent smell.Not long after Feng Ying came in, she sneezed, Gong Jiang frowned, and waved her hand to reject the cigarette Wen Zheng offered: "No more."

"Don't smoke anymore?" Wen Zheng didn't realize it all at once. Hearing these three words from the old smoker's mouth was more terrifying than a thunderbolt. "Brother Gong, have you quit smoking?"

All of a sudden, everyone stopped in mid-air with their fingertips holding cigarettes, holding their breath and staring at Gong Jiang, not daring to take a breath.

Gong Jiang couldn't get off the tiger. He really wanted to pry open Wen Zheng's rusty head to see how much rust had grown inside. He just said that he didn't smoke now, but it didn't mean he wouldn't smoke in the future.But after thinking about it, even if he doesn't smoke, others will, and Feng Ying is still a victim. The only way to make others stop smoking is...

Gong Jiang took a deep breath, put her heart on the line, gritted her teeth and said: "Yes, I quit, now it's very, normal, smell, no, habit, smoke, smell."

"Shua", everyone quickly, neatly, and neatly extinguished the cigarettes in unison, and laughed happily: "We quit too, and we quit too."

Therefore, Feng Ying happily enjoyed the treatment of being taken care of by the elder brother.

During the meal, Gong Jiang proudly introduced her new younger brother—Feng Ying, with strong brotherhood on her lips, as if she regarded Feng Ying as a relative.The big family has a new member joining, it is inevitable to have a few drinks, and Gong Jiang does not intend to let him touch alcohol when he is underage, but he cannot use "underage" as an excuse, after all, these people are all underage alcoholics the gangsters.

Gong Jiang racked her brains, and said abruptly, "Recently, I have a bad stomach, and I feel like vomiting when I smell alcohol." With a "swish", the younger brothers immediately cleaned the wine bottles, and then put out bottles of drinks with different flavors, and asked Gong Ge to choose with a smile.

Gong Jiang raised her chin coolly, bossing her around: "You pick."

He originally wanted Feng Ying to choose his favorite drink, but Feng Ying reached out and took the purified water without hesitation, twisted it open and handed it to Gong Jiang.

"Here, drinking pure water is good for your health."

Gong Jiang opened her mouth, wanting to ask Feng Ying to choose the one she likes, but she felt that it was not good to treat them differently in front of everyone, so she didn't say anything.Feng Ying seemed to have the ability to read minds. He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it into his mouth: "I also like to drink mineral water."

The word "also" reveals the stakes, and everyone suddenly realized that they picked up the mineral water at the same time, drank it proudly, pretended to be drinking happily, raised their heads and laughed: "We also like to drink mineral water. Hahaha."

"..." Gong Jiang was overwhelmed by this group of people who tried to follow the wind.

"Brother Gong, how is your work lately? Are those scumbags who smeared you still bothering you?" Wen Zheng poured a glass of water for Gong Jiang. As soon as he finished his question, the brothers immediately stopped their chopsticks, their eyes sparkling. Looking at Gong Jiang carefully.

These brothers are dog legs, but their admiration and concern for Gong Jiang are absolutely sincere, without any impurities.

A warm current called "being cared for" quietly flowed through Gong Jiang's heart, every cell was so warm and active, he clenched the teacup in his hand, the clear mineral water in the cup was like the friendship of brothers, Clean and transparent, he remembered that when he first entered Taoism, he was covered in dirt and dirt. It was these brothers who prepared food and new clothes for him without hesitation, which made him feel for the first time that "being cared about" was so The taste of happiness.

Gong Jiang smiled, and her hearty laughter echoed in the warm food stall, which was neither wide nor loud.Then he told the story of his turnaround, Feng Ying's struggle, and the obstacles he has encountered so far.

"The editor-in-chief dared to reject Brother Gong so arrogantly, let's go, we shot him!" Wen Zheng slapped the table, and the brothers immediately stood up to respond, Gong Jiang slapped Wen Zheng on the back of the head with a dark face.

"Boom, what do you think you are still on the road?" Gong Jiang complained relentlessly, "I think you were taken away by the police before you took out your gun."

Wen Zheng was not happy: "Brother Gong, is this the way to go?"

"There is not only one magazine in China, it is not willing, there is always someone who is willing, why are you begging others?" Gong Jiang knocked on the table, "Just change it. This one is just a transition. I have already found the next partner. Just need this family as a stepping stone."

"Speaking of which, Brother Gong," said the tall man sitting on the side. His name is Sheng Ming, he is about the same height as Gong Jiang, and he is pretty handsome. It is said that he is now a bartender in a well-known bar, "We have an old man Customer, he seems to be the deputy editor of some magazine, I know him quite well, how about I introduce him to you?"

Gong Jiang's eyes lit up: "What magazine?"

Sheng Ming frowned and thought for a long time: "It seems to be called Zuo Lai. I've heard of it at the time and forget it. I don't care. I'm sorry, Brother Gong. I'll ask him when I see him later."

"No need," Gong Jiang held her forehead, "I see, "Shang Zuo"."

"Shang Zuo" is the only magazine in China with the word "Zuo" in its name. It ranks in the second tier. The clothing designs promoted by the magazine are very unique. The clothing designs are irregular, and the designs on the left and right halves are different, especially the design on the left half. More exquisite, better reflect the design concept.Because of the unique and grotesque design, the models who can control this kind of clothing are not only one in a hundred, but one in a thousand. Sometimes magazines can’t invite new models to Dengfeng, so they can only repeat the same old things. Please talk to them The models I often cooperate with lead to readers' visual fatigue, and the sales volume is affected to a certain extent. Many readers even say "I will buy whichever issue I change models".

Because of the scarcity of models, the outer cover of the magazine is almost single-person, at most two-person, there is no inner cover or supplement cover, which is a very good choice for stepping stones that need a strong style.However, the problem is also before us. This is not Feng Ying's style, and he has never even tried it. If he accepts this challenge and succeeds, it will certainly add a proud touch to Feng Ying's development history. What about failure?That would be an overwhelming blow.

Gong Jiang fell into deep thought, whether the sail should sail to the left or right, he had no idea.

"Try it." Feng Ying's voice pierced into Gong Jiang's brainwaves, reverberating in an inspiring way for a long time, "Why did you hesitate, don't you believe me?"

I don't believe in myself, Gong Jiang really wants to tell him that, I don't believe that my own decision is correct.

"I think I can do it." Feng Ying saw through Gong Jiang's thoughts, and was extremely sincere and serious, "You have to believe in me, even if you fail, it's no big deal, take a nap, and tomorrow will be a good day again .”

Gong Jiang was amused: "Are you so sure that I will definitely get the chance to audition?"

"I trust you, you trust me, isn't this the norm between agents and models?"

Gong Jiang stopped talking, he stroked Feng Ying's hair, and nodded to Sheng Ming amidst Feng Ying's angry voice saying "I'm not a child".

Saying goodbye to the brothers, leaving the food stall, and walking towards the bus stop, Gong Jiang's craving for cigarettes, which he had held back for a long time, broke out completely. After snatching the cigarette case, the owner of the hand accused him in a very severe tone.

"You quit smoking!"

"No," Gong Jiang couldn't laugh or cry, "I just said that just to prevent you from inhaling second-hand smoke."

Feng Ying paused every word, as if reciting a series of accounts: "You, say, you, quit, smoking."

"I'm that..." Just as the word "lie" came to my lips, it turned back to my stomach in a spineless turn. How should I say it is a lie that shouldn't exist to a child who believes in me so much? Impossible joke?How can he speak such words that teach people to commit crimes?

"Here you are." Feng Ying confiscated the cigarette case, and generously stuffed a box of sugar-free chewing gum into Gong Jiang's hand, "Eat it when you want to smoke, I beg you, take care of it."

"..." Gong Jiang wanted to cry, but he finally understood the essence of the famous saying "shooting your own foot with a stone", and finally knew what it was like to be taught to be a human being.

With the help of Shengming, Gong Jiang successfully contacted the deputy editor-in-chief of "Shangzuo", and made an appointment to meet at the Saturday Bar where Shengming worked this weekend.

Before Gong Jiang went to the appointment, she carefully selected a few photos that Feng Ying could get her hands on, and then she tidied up decently, her hair was sprayed with hairspray, and she was obedient. She chose no less than ten ties before choosing one that suited the mood of the bar. The tie and the red shirt were ironed without a trace of wrinkle, and the leather shoes were polished to a shiny shine, reflecting the bright light at every degree of 360 degrees.

Then, he stepped out of the house and went to the bar.

The deputy editor is a very casual man. Judging from his casual attire and his habit of sitting in the smoking area, he doesn't pay much attention to etiquette.Even so, Gong Jiang has to do the best of etiquette.

Invite him to sit down, order his favorite wine, and then take out a cigarette for him to smoke...

The moment Gong Jiang opened the briefcase, she realized belatedly, oh shit, the cigarette case was confiscated.With an embarrassing expression on her face, Gong Jiang unhurriedly reached into her briefcase, trying to grab a pack of tissues to ease the awkward atmosphere, but accidentally grabbed a box of things.Looking down, it turned out to be his confiscated cigarette case.

He opened the cigarette box and saw a small note carefully pasted inside the box: "Only the two on the left are real cigarettes, and the others are candy imitating cigarettes. Smoking is harmful to your health, so I won't smoke too much for you."

Seeing that it was Feng Ying's little trick, Gong Jiang couldn't laugh or cry, and handed the real cigarette to the deputy editor-in-chief, and helped him light it up. After trying her best, she also lit one herself. According to the rules of entertainment, one cigarette is enough, and the other party may not He was used to his cigarettes, but he would still smoke his own cigarettes when he was overwhelmed. Feng Ying prepared two cigarettes for Gong Jiang, and there was nothing wrong with that.

However, the deputy editor-in-chief brought the casualness into social occasions. After taking a sip, his eyes immediately changed: "Good smoke! This smoke is so flavorful, I like it!"

The smile on the corner of Gong Jiang's mouth froze, this sentence expressed the same meaning as "I want to smoke a few more".Where did Gong Jiang go to get some more cigarettes for him, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "If you like it, I'll send you a few, and I'll see if there are any for sale here."

"Hey, don't be so polite, I'll just draw a fresh one, and a few smokes are enough."

Gong Jiang's eyelids twitched: "Where are a few sticks enough to smoke, I'll go to the bar and ask." After finishing speaking, he walked quickly to the bar with oil on his feet, and asked Sheng Ming for help with a dark face, "That's how it is, I know you This kind of cigarettes are not sold here, please help me find someone to buy three boxes from a nearby tobacco shop."

His cigarettes can't be said to be expensive, they just have a pleasant aroma. They are definitely not sold in this high-end bar, but they are not so cheap that they can be bought at any roadside stall.

Sheng Ming sighed, took out three cigarettes that Gong Jiang needed from the counter, and said in a tone of seeing through life: "That kid really caught my eye."

Gong Jiang was stunned: "What?"

Sheng Ming shook the shaker in his hand, and said slowly: "That kid from your family ran over in the evening and gave me these three cigarettes, saying that you might need them, and let me put them away for you. I didn't expect that they would come in handy." It's gone. Why, Brother Gong, didn't you ask him to come here?"

"No." Gong Jiang grabbed the three cigarettes tightly and walked back to her original position with heavy steps.The smoke is not heavy, but it seems to be tied with a heavy stone called "Shansi". It is so heavy that he can't hold it up, and he needs to use all the strength of his limbs to bear its weight.The price of three packs of cigarettes is an astronomical figure for Feng Ying, who has a low income, but Feng Ying did not hesitate to pay the heavy price for him with the crumpled money, Feng Ying thought of everything for him thoughtfully, Everything was prepared for him, and all he had to do was talk. If he lost even the talk, what face would he have to face Feng Ying's expectations.

So he sat in front of the deputy editor-in-chief, gave out three sticks of cigarettes in a dignified manner, and sincerely expressed his request, with courtesy as his sincerity and photos as a bridge, so he moved the deputy editor-in-chief and made him open the door for Feng Ying's audition as an exception, and then With a heavy heart in his hands, he settled the bill with dignity in the new money, and went home with the good news.

The hall was still lit with eye-catching incandescent lights, Gong Jiang looked at Feng Ying who was sitting on the sofa in surprise: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

The wall clock on the wall pointed to 2 o'clock in the morning, always reminding that it was time to go to bed.

Feng Ying shivered, and straightened his body just as he was about to fall on the sofa to sleep endlessly. He rubbed his sore eyes and yawned big: "Why did you just come back? It's so late, you're not sleepy." ?"

Gong Jiang reluctantly tore off the tie and hung it on the hanger: "Participating, what can I do." Then he took out the money from the Xinqian wallet and returned it to Feng Ying, "Thank you tonight, I will pay you back."

"No, Xiao Jiang, don't be polite to me," Feng Ying refused, "and I don't like new money either."

The new money and old money in Gong Jiang's hands are the criteria for distinguishing recipients.If you need to be polite, use new money; if you don't need it, use old money.Gong Jiang gave Fengying new money, which is equivalent to treating Fengying as the former.

If Feng Ying is not happy, family members should not distinguish between high and low, and there is no need to be polite. Even if they take dirty old money, they should feel at ease. What's more, family members should not talk about money.

Seeing that Feng Ying insisted on the principle of family and money, Gong Jiang no longer forced Feng Ying to accept it, and said that after the money offset the rent, she went to take a bath.Walking out dressed in the fragrance of mint, I saw a glass of warm sugar water and a few betel nuts on the table, and a note under it, the delicate handwriting outlined warm lines, and every stroke and every stroke told the story of the writer. Caring and thoughtful: "I'm not allowed to go home so late in the future. Do you know that it will be troublesome to boil hot sugar water for you when you get home safely. I'm so sleepy, go to bed first, and go to sleep after you finish drinking." Jue, good night, Xiao Jiang."

Sugar water and betel nuts are treasures for relieving hangovers. He has never told Feng Ying about them, but he just mentioned them inadvertently when they first met. Unexpectedly, Feng Ying carefully picked up every word and every word casually, and posted them on the Heart, always remember.He has never asked Feng Ying to wait for him, but Feng Ying regards his safety as his top priority, and would rather be sleepy than see him return home safely.

The wind outside the window was still raging against the freezing cold of the night, but the warmth inside the house began to spread from a cup of sugar water, and then penetrated into the skin and blended into the blood.

This winter is finally getting warmer, being warmed by family members.

Gong Jiang made a lot of preparations for Feng Ying to succeed in the audition.He first found out the "Shang Zuo" magazine from the past year, and asked Feng Ying to read and study, and then took Feng Ying to buy the same style of clothing that was published in the magazine, and then bought a SLR and men's special make-up. Help Fengying put on makeup, let her wear clothes and take pictures with concave shapes, adjust her posture to the most suitable angle, and personally shape Fengying into a model that best meets the requirements of the magazine.

I am afraid that no agent will do so meticulously and tailor-made for the model like Gong Jiang. He even asked Feng Ying to increase or decrease the arm muscles according to the size of the clothing.He is strict, but also conscientious.In order to find out the makeup that suits the clothes, he learned while experimenting with models, and when he felt it was feasible, he went to Feng Ying's face test, because repeated makeup and makeup removal would cause great damage to the skin, and he didn't want Feng Ying to eat a little. bitter.In order to achieve the best lens effects, he read no less than ten photography books, just to find a pose and angle suitable for Feng Ying to display his strengths.

Feng Ying is also tired. In order to cope with this difficult challenge, he needs to keep learning and trying styles that he has never challenged before, just for the audition.

Either don't do it, do it as best as you can.Gong Jiang had instilled this concept in Feng Ying from the beginning to the end, and she would never allow the slightest slack until the final result was finalized.So Feng Ying never complained, nor did he dare to say no.

Even if they are exhausted, there is still a trace of regret.Feng Ying is auditioning for the March issue, which happens to be the winter and spring clothing exchange period. Currently, the only clothing they can buy under "Shangzuo" on the market is the winter style. Last year's spring style has been taken off the shelves, and this year's spring style will be released with the magazine. Being listed means that Feng Ying will win the audition and then the outer seal based on the experience and strength he has accumulated during this period of time without preparing the spring payment.

On the day of the audition, the two of them walked to the audition location, Feng Ying suddenly hung on Gong Jiang's back, and whispered in his ear: "It's good that Xiao Jiang waits for me outside."

"Hey, talk carefully," Gong Jiang arched Feng Ying's face away, "what are you doing so close?"

"Huh? It's not that close, how can you hear..."

Gong Jiang's face froze, and she didn't return to the original state until Feng Ying continued to speak.

"...the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in my tone."

Gong Jiang frowned: "Why do you have to get closer to hear it? Besides, is there a difference in your tone of voice?" Aren't they all lazy and listless?

"Because I have different priorities in expressing emotions. For example, when I speak like this now, it means that I am very excited, and then I say this," Feng Ying said again, "It means that I am not happy. Can you hear it?"

The tone is exactly the same!Gong Jiang roared inwardly, is there any difference in the tone of these two sentences? !

"Yes," Feng Ying sensed Gong Jiang's roaring inner drama, and replied to himself, "The tone in the first sentence is light, but the tone in the latter is heavy. It's obviously different. Why can't you hear it? Oh, I know," Feng said. Hit your palms, "Because we have a generation gap in age."

"..." Gong Jiang turned around silently, and waved goodbye gracefully, "I'm going out."

"Oh, here you are." Feng Ying grabbed Gong Jiang and stuffed something into his hand, "I'll just give you one."

It turned out to be a pack of cigarettes that he was thinking about.

Gong Jiang was beaming with joy as if she had been pardoned. If he was a dog-legged slave, he would definitely kneel down and kowtow at this moment, loudly shouting: "Thank you, Your Majesty, long live your majesty!"

He walked out of the magazine in twos and threes as if he had installed a motor, and opened the cigarette case excitedly.

"..."

Boom—he heard a nerve snap.

There is only one... er, imitation cigarette in the cigarette box, which is essentially a piece of candy made like a cigarette.

"Crack!" He bit off the "cigarette holder" in one bite, and chewed it viciously.

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