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Gong Jiang was wandering in the street with dark clouds all over her head, who knew where she was going, it was best to go to a place where no one was around, and no one would see his old face.

Aimlessly, he walked along the roads of traffic, walked through zebra crossings, and passed through traffic lights, not knowing how far this road would go.

"Toot, toot!" In order to take a shortcut to get out of the long queue, a battery car rode on the sidewalk and honked irritably at Gong Jiang in the middle of the sidewalk.

Gong Jiang didn't know if she didn't hear it or what, she didn't respond.

The owner of the car drove close to Gong Jiang manically, honking the horn more frequently.

The passing motor vehicles resonated loudly, probably drowning out the sound of the horn, and Gong Jiang remained motionless.

"Damn, forget about crushing you to death!" The car owner twisted the accelerator and was about to force his way through.

Suddenly, one hand pressed down on the car owner's front mirror, with surprisingly strong force, and even forcibly pulled the advancing battery car.

"Do you dare to drive further!" The rushing Feng Ying yelled at the car owner, his canthus eyes were full of threats, like a wolf king, fiercely driving away the intruders.

The car owner was startled: "What are you doing!"

Feng Ying showed a stern expression that he had never seen before. He said every word, as if he was condemning the owner of the car to death: "This is a sidewalk, not a non-motorized vehicle lane. Why should pedestrians give way to you! According to the city's road safety traffic law No.12 Article [-] stipulates that a non-motorized vehicle driving on the sidewalk will be fined [-] yuan, don’t think that there is no traffic police here and you can run amok, I’ve already taken photos and recorded it, and I’ll hand it over to the traffic department in a while!” After finishing speaking, Feng Yingli ignored the owner of the car who was stunned into an ice sculpture, and pulled away Gong Jiang who was still walking slowly in front.

Gong Jiang didn't know what happened until later, she frowned and asked, "Then the owner of the car didn't honk?"

Feng Ying returned to his lazy look, as if the fierce expression just now had never appeared before, he paused for a second, shook his head and said: "No, he just followed your buttocks, scratching his ears and cheeks like a monkey."

"Really?" Gong Jiang obviously didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, but he had to force himself to believe it.He knew that Feng Ying must have helped him, but he didn't know that Feng Ying had revealed an unknown side.He nodded gratefully, "Stop talking, what are you doing chasing after?"

"Huh? I'm your mascot, I'll be where you are." Feng Ying hung herself on Gong Jiang's back again, "I can bring you good luck, remember to take me with you, no Leave me."

Gong Jiang snorted: "You are not childish, you are also a mascot, why don't you say that you are my heart, I can't live without you."

"Oh, I am your heart, without you there is no me."

Gong Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to smile smartly, saying these words was really disgusting and shocking, but the smile froze on the corners of her lips.Although it is very nasty, if it is regarded as the first love words heard in life, it is inexplicably romantic and touching.

"I'm very old, so you want to grow old with me?"

"I'm not old, how could you be old?" Feng Ying suddenly took Gong Jiang's hand and pressed it to Gong Jiang's heart, "Do you feel I'm old?"

This ambiguous demeanor, the tenderness of this style, it seems that Feng Ying is really Gong Jiang's heart.

There was a smile on the corner of Gong Jiang's mouth: "Oh? What if I feel old?"

"Then I was made old by you." Feng Ying squeezed Gong Jiang's hand, and said word by word, "You don't take good care of yourself, you make yourself like a 40-year-old old man, ugly, you don't care Yes, I clearly know that I am shameless, but I still want to deceive myself into being a teenage fresh meat."

"Wait," Gong Jiang interrupted him, "When did I deceive myself?"

"There is no mirror at home where you can see your face," Feng Ying gestured exaggeratedly, "Aren't you afraid of seeing yourself old and ugly, so you don't look at your face?"

Gong Jiang froze.It's not self-deception, it's not the fear of seeing the old and ugly self, but a deeper and more painful fear of seeing the scar that cuts his life.

Others leave scars with pride and pride, but he leaves scars with timidity and fear.

He didn't dare to face the scar, not only because the scar ruined his dream, but also because he couldn't bear the weight of the scar.

In front of his brothers, he would proudly brag that he was a great hero, but in fact he knew that he was not a hero. His brave actions were all based on sympathy for the little boy, and he was just a hypocrite.So he didn't have the courage to put on the badge of the brave, patted his chest with his head held high, and proudly announced to the world, "This scar of mine was left for saving a little boy, although this scar destroyed my dream, But I don't regret it, if I do it all over again, I will stand up!"

The dream he pursued was ruined once, has he regretted it for so many years?No, even if he violated his conscience, he couldn't say the word "regret".Yes, he doesn't regret his impulse back then, he doesn't regret saving a fresh life from the executioner's knife, he is just conflicted in his heart, he hopes to find a balance point between saving the little boy sincerely and leaving no scars , let him act as a truly glorious hero, and maximize his luck of never leaving a scar.

Gong Jiang laughed at herself: "I don't look in the mirror because I'm afraid of seeing myself old and ugly."

"Why is that? Oh," Feng Ying slapped his palm, "I see, is it because of this scar?"

In an instant, Gong Jiang seemed to be stripped of her thin shell, revealing her bloody inside nakedly, letting the wind and rain blow, letting thousands of arrows pierce her heart...

He chose silence.

Feng Ying still said reluctantly: "Oh, you guessed it right. Anyway, no matter what the reason is, you are deceiving yourself and others. Do you think that if you don't watch, others won't see it? Or do you think that if you avoid it, it won't?" exists?"

"You little brat, what do you know..."

Feng Ying interrupted Gong Jiang: "That's why it's hard for you grown-ups to understand. If we little brats fell down, we would still get up heartlessly after crying and continue playing. Who cares There will be scars, and maybe you will feel that you have a scar, which is very handsome. What's more, even if it is a scar, it is also a part of your body. If you don't love it, don't hate it. Its existence represents a story. Even if this story is a tragedy, it is also an important part of your colorful life. In the future, when people chat with you, they may not ask you what awards you have won or what achievements you have achieved, but they may ask how this scar came about. If there is a story, others may not like to hear the achievements of showing off, but they will definitely like to hear the story."

Gong Jiang was completely stunned. He didn't know what language the organization would use to respond to Feng Ying's tirade, let alone how to refute it.He was even moved, and the eternal ice wall in his heart cracked silently, and only one light tap could shatter his body to pieces.

"Do you...have a scar?" Gong Jiang didn't know why she asked this question, it seemed that she just wanted to find a similar person.

"Yes," Feng Ying rubbed his buttocks, "Here, I don't want to listen to my parents' orders and do things I don't want to do, but my parents didn't understand, so my dad whipped me with a belt, trying to force me I was obedient, but I didn't listen, so my dad beat him harder and harder, and later left a scar."

Gong Jiang asked: "Do you think this scar is ashamed?"

"Huh? Why am I ashamed? This is my first resistance against being a puppet robot. This shows that I have grown up and have mature ideas. Shouldn't it be worthy of joy and celebration?"

Being beaten by parents to leave scars is a shame that symbolizes naughtiness and disobedience, but Feng Ying regards it as a historic pride.When you think about it again, the question takes on a more positive meaning.

Why does he have to cling to dreams and the meaning of heroes? Turning a corner, isn't it a vast sea and sky?

This scar was left by him when he saved someone for the first time. He is not a hero who acts bravely, nor is he a hypocrite out of sympathy. He is just an ordinary person who extends life to others.

The mirror without a head was right in front of her eyes. After returning home, Gong Jiang stared at it in a daze for a long time.The two inner villains fought, one lecturing him impassionedly, and the other signaling to stop with a sad and low voice.

As long as he bends down a little and lowers his body, he can see the face he hasn't seen in seven years. Although it is a very simple movement, he is as difficult and resisting as going up a mountain of swords and down into a sea of ​​flames.

"oops!"

Gong Jiang's back was heavy, her knees were bent by the sudden force, and she subconsciously put her hands on the wall to prevent herself from falling.

As soon as he looked up, a strange yet familiar face zoomed in and out.The first thing he saw was not the scar, but the haggardness and aging on the whole face.

Really, they are right, too old.Lack of maintenance and careful care, lack of moisture, skin almost shrunken and wrinkled into a ball, brows wrinkled, forehead lines are like ravines and hills, one mountain after another, the overall sallow tone, like a cracked yellow earth , not popular.

Then he saw the scar.With the growth of age, the pigment of the scars has decreased, but the domineering look of the entire face still remains, leaving indelible marks.

"Oh, you saw it." Feng Ying put his hands through Gong Jiang's neck and hung them on his chest, resting his big hairy head on his shoulders, tilting his head to see his surprised expression. "Do you feel ugly, old?"

Gong Jiang didn't speak, she stared at the mirror in a daze, moved her lips, the person in the mirror moved her lips in the same arc, raised her eyebrows, and the person in the mirror also made the same movement, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, The old and ugly person in the mirror is himself.He almost forgot the existence of the scar, his eyes were full of the old and ugly self.

"Got it." Gong Jiang patted Feng Ying's arm.

The solidified ice wall finally cracked from the tiny cracks, and under the impact of words, it shattered into slag.

If you can't even accept your own imperfection, how can you expect others to accept your imperfection.The dislike of Scar does not come from the colored eyes of the outside world, but from himself.

Feng Ying is right, seeing the scar is just self-deception and self-denial, which cannot change the fact of its existence. On the contrary, it will make him lack the love for things that are more worthy of attention.The whole is decent, but what if the face is not decent?

Gong Jiang went to the mall to buy men's skin care products he used to use, bought ginger boiled ginger water, and applied it on his face as a mask.Shave your beard clean, not a single bit of stubble is allowed.

"Ah, your skin has improved." A few days later, Feng Ying poked Gong Jiang's face, kneading, "It's fun."

"Go, go, go, children." Gong Jiang patted Feng Ying's paw away.

"But why do you still think you are very old?" Feng Ying tapped his chin, "Oh, I see, you always wear old suits, old colors and old styles, ah, why are you old everywhere?"

In a fit of anger, Gong Jiang went to the shopping mall to buy clothes frantically and changed her appearance from beginning to end.

Put on my favorite style from before, stand neatly in front of the mirror, squat down a little, and see my overall image, it seems to be quite... decent.

He is following the trend of fashion. In layman's terms, it is a popular style, which can control a variety of styles, and can be integrated into any corner of the fashion circle.

The advantage of this is that it can adapt to changing styles, enter various occasions and fields, and can change roles at will. However, the disadvantages are also accompanied by each other. There is no particularity, no unique style, and it is difficult to stand out from the crowd.

But despite the splendor of the fashion circle, in terms of ordinary life, Gong Jiang's serious outfit is really handsome.

The short, silky hair is shining, and the fine strands of hair have not been adjusted by hairspray, and they are mischievously blowing in the wind. On the bridge of the nose, there is a pair of brown sunglasses hanging loosely, almost sliding to the tip of the nose, picking out an unscrupulous smell.A string of bone chains is worn around the neck, reflecting shiny silver light with the light.Wearing a white tight-fitting base layer and a black knight leather jacket on the outside, only one button is buttoned to reveal the inner underwear, paired with a pair of narrow-footed black pants to straighten the slender legs, and wear a simple and low-key Chelsea boots, stylish and simple.

In such a dress, Gong Jiang took her salary to welcome her to take pictures of the outer seal.As if welcoming Gong Jiang's new image, on the day he changed his face, he received news from "Shang Zuo" that Feng Ying passed the audition.

Therefore, today, Gong Jiang and Feng Ying walked into the door of "Shang Zuo" magazine again.

Wei Hao, who happened to come to shoot the interview, also happened to run into them in the elevator.

Wei Hao looked at Gong Jiang for a long time, and suddenly clapped his hands: "Gong... Brother Gong, you are Brother Gong, right!"

Gong Jiang looked at him with an expression of "Are you blind?": "It's me."

Wei Hao took a few more glances at Gong Jiang, and the more he looked, the more excited he became, like a countryman who had never seen a handsome guy, he held Gong Jiang's hand and shook it up and down: "Brother Gong, you have changed so much that I can't even recognize you Yes! Do you still remember me? Me, I am Wei Hao."

"Oh remember." Gong Jiang gritted her teeth and settled the old score, "Someone who calls me 'Uncle'."

"Hey," Wei Hao laughed and skipped the topic, "Brother Gong, if you had a lot of nonsense at that time, don't take it to heart. Hey, by the way, today you brought your salary to welcome the photoshoot, right? Since it's so predestined , let's have a meal together after filming."

"OK……"

"Ah, we don't have time tonight." Feng Ying frowned, and quietly pulled out Gong Jiang's hand held by Wei Hao, and then dove into the magpie's nest, taking away the power of Gong Jiang's hand.

Gong Jiang was taken aback, they didn't have any arrangements for tonight: "No, we..."

"We are going out tonight." Feng Ying squeezed Gong Jiang's hand, confidently, "I have an appointment with a friend."

Wei Hao cried with regret: "It's a pity, forget it, let's make an appointment next time when we have a chance." After speaking, his eyes walked around Gong Jiang's body intentionally or unintentionally.

Feng Ying stood in front of Gong Jiang, blocking Wei Hao's sight: "Brother Hao, do you have anything else to do?"

"No, no more." Wei Hao sighed, he had nothing to look at.

Wei Hao and Feng Ying have their own thoughts, Wei Hao is regretful and sad for being deprived of his love, while Feng Ying forms a human body protection umbrella to protect Gong Jiang from any bad hands.

Gong Jiang has never had any special thoughts on the little kids. She has been with Feng Ying for a long time, and she has developed antibodies to physical contact. Whether she is shaken by Wei Hao or pulled by Feng Ying, she doesn't feel any harm. something wrong.

"Brother Hao likes handsome guys." After saying goodbye to Wei Hao, Feng Ying reminded in a low voice.

Gong Jiang let out an "oh", she didn't take it to heart, she wasn't vigilant about being targeted by Wei Hao at all.

The two walked into the agreed shooting location, Feng Ying went in to make up and change clothes, and Gong Jiang waited outside.

During the waiting time, Gong Jiang was always used to smoking a cigarette, but now she was forced to quit smoking because of her pretentiousness. He had no more cigarettes, so he could only look at the ceiling with the candy in his hands to divert his attention.

"Handsome guy, I'm sorry, you can't smoke here." The deputy editor-in-chief came over and saw Gong Jiang stunned, but didn't recognize her, "You are..."

"Bian Li, hello, I'm Gong Jiang, Feng Ying's manager, we met before." Gong Jiang put down the candy and stretched out her hand to Li Shaowen.

Only then did Li Shaowen realize a general idea, and shook hands with Gong Jiang: "You, you, haha, it's you. It's changed so much that I didn't even recognize it."

Gong Jiang was full of smiles, and chatted with Li Shaowen.When Li Shaowen learned about Gong Jiang's quitting smoking, he laughed loudly. Gong Jiang told Li Shaowen distressedly that she must smoke a few more cigarettes for him.

The two had known each other for a long time, and there was no strange barrier in the conversation, and it was as smooth as flowing water, and it was natural.

This is the third time Li Shaowen has looked at his watch, and it is also the third time that the bright silver strap has been projected on Gong Jiang's eyes.Gong Jiang tactfully said: "If you have something to do, go and do it first."

"It's all right." Li Shaowen was also addicted to cigarettes. He chewed a piece of candy, and his bite revealed irritability. "It's just that the person who was waiting didn't come, and the phone didn't answer. I'm irritated."

Gong Jiang nodded and didn't want to ask more questions.

Just as Li Shaowen was about to speak, his cell phone rang suddenly. As soon as he answered the answer, he immediately went into a rage: "What are you doing... What? You are in the prison! When will you come out... I don't know? You and I will take a photo today Say you don’t know?! Terminate the contract? Nonsense, if you don’t terminate the contract, why don’t we make a bunch of people wait for you to fail... That’s okay, that’s it, hang up.”

Li Shaowen hung up the phone in a gruff voice. He didn't bother to say hello to Gong Jiang, and turned to find the person in charge of the advertising department.

Gong Jiang deduced what happened from the few words they exchanged.

The B model who went to Fengfeng together with Feng Ying got the chance to go to Fengfeng because of Li Shaowen's relationship. Who knew that the model was issued a ticket by the traffic police for drunk driving in the early morning. , was detained, and it is still unknown when he will be able to get out of the situation.

People who come in through their own connections not only have bad character, but also put pigeons. Li Shaowen's anger is like a volcanic eruption. He was scolded head and face.Especially, when no substitute model can be found.The outer cover of the next issue has two fashion sets, and two models are required.Gong Jiang has seen the fashion that the model is going to wear, and the style requirements are relatively strict, which cannot be controlled by the general public style models. As far as he knows the models, the ones who can control and have the status to be on the outer cover of "Shang Zuo" are not More than five.

No vacancies in the near future, no vacancies in the near future... The advertising department contacted several suitable models one after another, but they all got the same cold answer.It was as if they had agreed to a group rebellion. None of the models gave a little bit of face to save Li Shaowen's chapped face.

In such a short period of time, where can I find a suitable model, even if I offer a salary increase, I will be turned away by the agent who has already arranged.

The magazine had to focus on models with lower requirements and lower grades, and invited several models to audition in the past two days in order to solve unexpected problems as soon as possible.

Feng Ying had already changed into her clothes, but because of this problem, she had to go home and wait for the official photo-taking notice.

Feng Yingbai hangs on Gong Jiang's body boredly, and publishes his troublesome theory full of economics: "I ran for nothing, and I have to go back and wait. I'm so lazy, I don't want to run anymore."

Gong Jiang patted his arm, and routinely dragged him home: "If you don't want to run, you have to run, and no one thinks about emergencies."

Feng Ying tilted his head and brain: "Why is it so difficult to find a model? There are so many models, and you can grab a lot at random."

Gong Jiang rolled her eyes: "Then after the fitting, why did you wear this suit instead of someone else's suit?"

Feng Ying didn't know, so he asked, "Why?"

"Not suitable. The overall image, mental outlook, temperament and aura are all influencing factors," Gong Jiang said, "I told you, everyone has a specific magnetic field. You may be attracted to this magnet, and I may be attracted to it." As soon as you are attracted to that piece, different magnets stick to your body, and then build your own unique magnetic field, thus forming different style characteristics.”

Feng Ying rubbed the back of his head: "It's so troublesome, I don't understand, can you explain it in a more simple way."

"In layman's terms, go home and look through the materials and magazines I gave you, and try to figure out in your mind what would happen if A wore B's clothes, and would B look good in A's clothes."

Feng Ying muttered: "But I have torn through those magazines, and I am tired of reading them. Are there any new ones? I can draw what those people look like and what clothes they wear with my eyes closed. I can't imagine them."

Indeed, after the human brain forms a solidified impression, seeing A's face, it will automatically bring into A's clothing. Even if it is copied mechanically, it cannot be grafted onto B's clothing without any violation.

Gong Jiang fell into deep thought. In fact, there was half a box of magazines under his bed that Feng Ying hadn't read, but these magazines were a bit ashamed to mention.Those were the magazines and brochures he had appeared in before. In just one year of modeling, he managed to collect seven second-tier magazines and five first-tier magazines. This is an achievement that ordinary models can't get.

He should be proud of this, and then proudly brought out these magazines, one by one, lined up, showing off, happily, telling the story of each one.However, his current mood is like that of a girl who reunited with her first love many years later, with a hint of joy, but also with an escape that he dare not face. He clearly longs for the other party to see him, but he is afraid that the other party will see that he is not perfect after years of baptism of myself.

"Xiao Jiang, you have something to hide from me. Don't you teach me some unique skills that are at the bottom of the box." Feng Ying was not happy.

"No..." Gong Jiang choked, "Well, yes."

Unlike today's exaggerated and force-feeding fashion elements, magazines in the early years used exaggerated advertising texts to brag about the fashion of fashion, but tended to use simple words to describe the pros and cons of fashion outfits, allowing people to savor the fashion carefully. A fun and stylish outfit.It can be said that the magazines of the early years were real fashion textbooks, and today's magazines are purely advertising brochures.

If Feng Ying can read the early magazines at the bottom of the box, I believe he will gain a lot.

Gong Jiang struggled between tactful refusal and consent, and finally justice defeated the evil of resistance. He returned home, opened the bed, and pointed at the half box of magazines with the consciousness of sacrificing his life for righteousness: "I go out to buy vegetables, you can do whatever you want." Then he fled embarrassingly.

Covered in a layer of transparent plastic bags, Fengying Magazine was impeccably preserved. Under the dusty bed, it was as spotless as a lotus that had just come out of dust.He lifted the cover and opened a book casually. The pages of the book were brand new, and the paper was still as smooth as before, without even a curled and yellowed corner.

Like its owner, the magazine embodies the essence of "decency" on every page and every corner.

Feng Ying carefully picked up the top magazine, like treating a delicate flower, treating every move with tenderness."11" on the magazine shows the issue date, like two ruthless knives cut off all the glory and beauty, Gong Jiang's modeling career stopped in this month, and at the end of the month, blood splashed on his face On, leaving a lifetime of pain.Feng Ying didn't know what happened to Gong Jiang, and what happened after this month, he just felt very sad, as if there was an eternal sea of ​​bitterness in his chest, which kept surging and converging.

This is also like the gloomy model on the outer cover, with a lonely expression, and his eyes through the empty lens, revealing the despair and loneliness that see through the world of mortals.

Like a lonely wolf, walking alone in the snow, looking at the world without companions and belongings, lamenting.

The model on the outer cover was Gong Jiang from many years ago.The style of his outfit is cold and gloomy.

When Gong Jiang came back, Feng Ying was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV.

"You... have finished reading?" Gong Jiang tightened her hand holding the plastic bag, like a girl nervously asking about her first love, eager to know the answer, but didn't have the courage to face it.

"It's over." Feng Ying pressed the next station and replied absent-mindedly.

"Uh," Gong Jiang looked away awkwardly, not seeing the box being pulled out, her tense face relaxed a little, "How do you feel?"

"So handsome!"

Gong Jiang's heart tightened.

"Who is the cover model? She's so handsome." Feng Ying blinked.

Gong Jiang was taken aback for a moment, like a door to a secret was quietly closed, those secrets that no one wanted to be discovered returned to the dust, and no one knew about it.He was disappointed, but also thankful that Feng Ying didn't recognize him in the past, and fortunately he didn't recognize him, so there would be no time comparison and no harm.Feng Ying only needs to keep his "handsome" impression in the past.At least it proves that he has the potential to be a handsome guy, doesn't he?

Gong Jiang's deep voice was vague: "Well, she is a retired model."

Feng Ying looked up at Gong Jiang, curiosity was written on her innocent face: "Then he won't come back?"

Gong Jiang rubbed Feng Ying's head, deeply hurt and sad, and said the words she didn't want to say: "No."

"He doesn't want to come back?"

"Think!" Gong Jiang subconsciously blurted out, stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to cover her face sadly, "But he can't go back, and it's useless to think about it. All right, I'll go wash the vegetables, you can continue watching TV. "

Gong Jiang left, but she didn't know that Feng Ying had been staring deeply at his back. He was very thin, just like his flimsy dream, which was so shattered that he couldn't pick it up again when he touched it lightly.

The next afternoon, Gong Jiang received an urgent call from "Shang Zuo".

The author has something to say:

Tell a ghost story, I updated it =v= Dafeng is slowly changing Xiaojiang