Throughout the rest day, Jiang Xiaoyuan immersed herself in the wedding photography studio, creating four outfits for the resentful couple and establishing a gossipy relationship with the chatty cashier of the studio.
It wasn't until evening that the photographer sent Feng Ruixue and the two of them away, running back excitedly and preparing to edit the photos.
The cashier quickly waved to him and asked in a low voice, "Do you need the contact information of those two customers
I need it, "the photographer said with great enthusiasm." If I work fast and fix the film in advance, I can contact them to come and pick it up in advance
That's not what I meant, "the cashier said mysteriously." You have to keep your contact information safe so that when they divorce and find a new one in the future, they can be considered as your repeat customers
Photographer: "..."
The cashier lowered his eyes and blew his new nail polish: "I have received so many customers and have long been experienced. They will not last long once they see it. After a few days, the woman can't bear it anymore. I will leave. Look at it - hey, sister stylist, do you think my nail polish color matches my hand?"
Jiang Xiaoyuan showed great appreciation and made a pun, "You're a perfect match, you really have a good eye
The cashier was so beautiful that she tossed her paws back and forth repeatedly and said, "Sister, if you're okay in the future, come over and give us makeup. You're much more skilled than our old Buddha. Next time when the boss is here, let him know and ask him to calculate the money for you according to the order
Jiang Xiaoyuan was a little tempted. She was tired of the tedious and trivial tasks of washing hair and applying potions to others, but she didn't hate taking care of their hairstyles. Besides, she was really poor and needed a little extra income.
Just as Jiang Xiaoyuan was about to agree, the photographer rushed over and inserted the magnetic card into her computer, excitedly saying, "Come and take a look at the original photo I just took. It hasn't been fixed yet, it looks even more beautiful after being fixed
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaoyuan and the cashier gathered around his masterpiece. Two minutes later, with a strange smile, Jiang Xiaoyuan declined the cashier's invitation, wrapped herself in her bed bug down jacket, and bid farewell. Being able to hire such a photographer who takes wedding photos as a farewell photo, this wedding photography studio may really have run out of luck and its life is not long.
She walked a little tired, but also a little calm. Jiang Xiaoyuan had already begun to forget about the lighthouse and the two intertwined time and space events. Gradually, the wealthy woman who spent money like water and the tragic and resolute lighthouse assistant seemed to have become a dream she had imagined. Even if the dream had happened, Jiang Xiaoyuan got used to not thinking too much anymore and began to accept the reality of this world.
It seems that she was born as a village girl, but due to unavoidable reasons, she gave up her studies and went out to work to support her family. Every day, she no longer thinks about what new styles were released at this year's fashion week, who copied whom, who hired a new designer, etc., but about doing something that can earn a few hundred yuan more... A few days ago, Lily and her friends were discussing attending hairdressing training, and she even started to take it to heart.
Jiang Xiaoyuan breathed hot air into her hand and heart, while quickly crossing the sidewalk and running to the hair salon across from her. Trembling, she opened the door, and as soon as she entered, a TV for customers to relax in the salon suddenly turned on.
Jiang Xiaoyuan was startled and stood at the door without daring to go inside.
Did a colleague come back or was it stolen?
She stuffed her hand into her pocket, grabbed her phone, and knocked on the door forcefully, "Who's inside
No one answered. It was already late at night, and the afterglow had dissipated. The street lamps lit up in pairs, and not a single light in the store was turned on. Only the television emitted a faint fluorescence, which was extremely strange. Jiang Xiaoyuan was covered in goosebumps.
She was hesitating whether to call Mr. Chen when she was suddenly drawn to the footage on TV.
There is a seven or eight year old little girl on TV, dressed in a small dress like a doll, with a face full of displeasure and refusing to come out of the car.
The young woman who looked like her mother was half squatting on the side, trying to reason with her: "Teachers teach you things, you have to respect them, you can't let them wait for you, do you know
The little girl didn't buy it and angrily shouted at her, "I'm going to the amusement park today. I told my classmates that I promised to treat them to ice cream
The girl's mother helplessly said, "Is learning more important or going to the amusement park to eat ice cream more important
The little girl confidently said, "Of course, eating ice cream is important
The girl's mother saw that she couldn't reason with this bear child, so she reached out and forcefully pulled her out, saying, "You were the one who insisted on learning to draw
The little girl burst into tears and said, "I told my classmates
You even told me! "The girl's mother said without hesitation, pulling the little one into her future teacher's studio.
Jiang Xiaoyuan's finger poking at the phone froze - the little girl was herself.
The evening traffic whizzed back and forth behind her, and the lonely television set played back like a slow, detailed replay of every detail.
When she was thirteen or fourteen years old, she was clamoring to buy a camera, enthusiastically setting up equipment, burning a lot of money, and wholeheartedly participating in clubs, looking for people to learn from, as if she wanted to become a famous artist. After more than a year of freshness, the camera was also abandoned by her. She began to love fashion hand drawing. Before hand drawing could be mastered, she was already attracted to beautiful clothes in the real world. Later, when clothes alone could no longer satisfy her, she became obsessed with makeup and jewelry
And as she entered the adult world, these gradually lost their original meaning, becoming props for her to flaunt her value, compare and show off.
Over time, Jiang Xiaoyuan has almost forgotten why she liked these things in the first place - at first, she was just infatuated with those dazzling colors and those beautiful things stuck in time.
She used to just want to be someone who holds onto beauty with her own hands.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyuan's phone rang and a text message suddenly appeared in front of her: "Do you regret it? Do you want to start over? Don't trust that robot, I am the one who will help you. I will send you back to your original world. The passage is ready, do you want to set off
By the way, fifty days have already passed.
Jiang Xiaoyuan looked up busily and saw that the TV screen was still going on - a little girl sitting in the studio, the warm sunlight shining through the whole room, a cup of juice prepared for her placed on a small table, and an elegant lady with crane hair and childlike beauty holding her hand, earnestly explaining the principles of light and shadow perspective.
The girl sat in front of the computer, patiently told by the experienced photographer next to her not to be obsessed with editing and equipment. How to capture the moment under the lens is what an excellent photographer should do
This is all the time she missed.
The images on the TV flashed quickly, and after playing them all, the screen turned into a mirror, clearly showing her current appearance - she was down and out, trapped in the cold wind, her nose red from the cold, and her face numb as if accepting her fate.
A line of words slowly emerged: "The passage is ready, are you ready to depart
Jiang Xiaoyuan inexplicably took out her phone, and the hope she thought she had forgotten came crashing down on her. Her lucky heart, which had been repeatedly suppressed and killed, once again surfaced - what if this was just a Rashomon?
How can she know the truth?
How can she be sure that the lighthouse assistant and Qilian are not deceiving her? From beginning to end, it was just their one-sided statement
In fact, Jiang Xiaoyuan understands in her heart that what matters is not the truth, but what she is willing to believe.
Just like in the ordinary life of hardship and hardship, everyone is willing to believe that as long as they buy lottery tickets, they will eventually win.
Jiang Xiaoyuan had already typed out the word 'yes' and placed her frozen fingers on the send button, unable to click it out no matter what.
If she continues, she may disappear like countless predecessors in an unknown time and space, or she may return to her past life and rediscover her colorful artistic dreams.
Or she would stay poor and destitute in a corner of the city, waiting for the wind and frost to engrave wrinkles on her face.
Jiang Xiaoyuan's hands trembled violently, as if she was holding not an old phone that should have been phased out long ago, but her entire life.
When she typed the word 'yes', it was clear which answer she was leaning towards in her heart. However, she still didn't send it out because she remembered the lighthouse assistant again out of place.
And the athlete dream he entrusted to her.
Jiang Xiaoyuan thought to herself, "Would you lie to me
Is the kind of reckless pursuit and destruction that she truly felt was a scam?
If it wasn't a scam, then after she pressed the send button, she not only lost her own life, but also the lighthouse assistant's desperate efforts.
At the thought of Xu Jingyang, Jiang Xiaoyuan hesitated again with difficulty.
She is willing to risk her own life, but she cannot bet on other people's wishes as well.
Just as she was playing chess, a car horn suddenly sounded behind Jiang Xiaoyuan. She felt anxious, her hands trembled, her phone fell to the ground, the screen went out, and the battery fell out.
Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly turned around and saw Qilian hurriedly getting off the car. She was hesitating in her heart, seeing him was like seeing a ghost. Qilian looked at her expression and then at the phone that had been smashed in half on the ground. Is there anything else she doesn't understand?
He stood a few steps away from Jiang Xiaoyuan, put his hands in his pockets and said, "I calculated that it's been about fifty days. If the virus doesn't give up, there should be some action soon, right
Jiang Xiaoyuan's mood fluctuated greatly and she couldn't speak for a moment.
Qilian took a step forward, picked up her phone, reinstalled the battery, but did not return it to her.
Didn't you eat, did you? "He said." Let's go, I'll treat you today