I'm a Director, I'm Not Bad Chapter 143

  Chapter 143 141. Bobo head guitar girl

   "Sister, are you hungry? Are you going to have a midnight snack..."

   "Well... no... don't eat... don't feed me anymore... ask my husband... the beach... fun..."

   I don't know if I'm talking in my sleep or what I'm doing.

  The girl in the dark started talking nonsense.

  Xu Xin was a little funny, but he didn't bother, and walked into the bathroom quietly.

   After washing my face, I felt refreshed. I checked the time... and found that it was past 12 o'clock.

  He is very hungry.

  Naihe is not proficient in cooking.

   After thinking for a while, after brushing his teeth casually, he quietly walked out of the bedroom.

   Originally wanted to ask Jay Chou... But just as he left the house, he heard a burst of snoring.

   Come out through the door.

   That's right, he has a bad spine, and he snores normally.

have to.

  Go downstairs.

  Niao quietly went downstairs, Sun Ting and Dani curled up on the long sofa, wrapped in blankets and sleeping soundly.

   Good guy...

  Don't say he doesn't know how to cook anymore, even if he could, it's impossible for him to go to the kitchen at this time so unscrupulously to disturb people's dreams.

   Yes, let's go out and eat.

  When I went out today, I was chatting with Jay Chou in the car. His house is very close to the MRT.

   At first, Xu Xin didn't understand what the MRT is. Jay Chou explained it, and then he understood... oh, it's the subway.

This is the terminus of the R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT, because the housing prices in Taipei are high, and the scenery here is very good, so many migrant workers, or renters, will come here to rent house to live in.

  According to Jay Chou, there are many supper stalls at the entrance of the MRT at night.

   It's not far anyway, so let's go there.

   It just happened to be able to see the local customs of Wanwan Province at night.

  Thinking of this, he took the camera at the door.

  I want to observe the life in this place.

  He went out quietly. According to the memory of the day, he walked two...let's call it an alley. Except for the main road, the others are quite narrow, and then he saw the MRT subway station in the direction of the main road.

   Not to mention, there are really a lot of people.

   There are still pedestrians walking this way in twos and threes, all looking tired.

  R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT runs from 6:00 am to 12:00 pm, and the last train departs from Taipei at 12:00 and it takes about 40 minutes.

  Xu Xin began to calculate the commuting costs of these people while walking near the temporary booth with a lot of fireworks at the entrance of the subway station.

   80 minutes back and forth, including the time from home and commute from work.

  According to the idealized fifteen minutes each, that is 110 minutes.

  This is still the most idealized state.

  If you need to transfer to the subway halfway, or if your home is far away, this time will have to be extended.

  That is to say...those who commute in big cities spend less than two hours a day on the road.

  In the final analysis, it is the high rent and living cost in Taipei.

  What about Yanjing?

  The situation in Yanjing is not the same now, after all, there are many basements or urban villages. There is even an exaggeration, a two-bedroom apartment of seventy to eighty square meters can be modified, and six or seven people can live in it...

  But he always felt that it should be similar to this side in the future.

   So... it comes down to a house?

   Or housing prices?

  Housing costs are so high that they spend two hours a day...and more commuting. But working time is dead, so what they sacrifice is actually personal time.

  Sleep one hour less every day, go to bed one hour earlier...Reduce social interaction, reduce relaxation, and even reduce some choices that are not necessities of life...

   Save money, save money...

  In the long run...

  For some reason, a sentence came to his mind.

   Inexplicable words.

   “High house prices are killing young people's dreams.”

  Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little ironic.

  Because...the idea I gave to my family seems to be the same way.

   I don't know if this counts as being right and standing?

Huh? What is Dang and Li?

  My brain was confused for a while, but people had already come to these booths.

   There are two stalls with the most people.

   One oyster omelet and one grandpa noodle.

The two stalls should be put together, many people are sitting in front of the small table or eating the thin noodles, but if two people eat together, there will be a golden oyster omelet served on a stainless steel plate in the middle .

  There were too many people, but few tables. Xu Xin even heard the people over there asking, "Is there anyone here?", as if they were going to share a table.

  He temporarily put aside these too huge propositions, and walked to the booth:

   "A bowl of noodles, an oyster omelette."

   Upon hearing his accent, the boss who was cooking the noodles was a little surprised. After looking up, he asked:

   "Handsome mainlander hum, it's bonito head soup base hum, are you used to eating it?"

  “…What kind of fish is bonito?”

  Xu Xin was a little confused.

   "Uh... that's... it's bonito... So, you have a taste, if you get used to it, I'm giving you hum."

   As he spoke, the boss scooped up some soup in a bucket with a disposable paper cup.

  Xu Xin took it and took a sip...

   I don't think there is anything special.

   It's quite fresh.

   Some don't understand why the boss asks himself this way?

  What do you mean? Do you think people in mainland China have never had fish soup?

  He was a little speechless... But it must be difficult to ask. If you ask, it may hurt the feelings of the people of the two places.

  This proposition is bigger, and he can't afford it.

   After all, this thing is too sensitive...

  So nodded:

   "Yes, a bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

   "Would you like sauce?"

   "Sand... ketchup, right? No."

  Looking at the Heinz ketchup the boss pointed at, Xu Xin shook his head.

   "Okay, sit on the side."

"Um."

  Xu Xin responded, found a seat that was still vacant, and asked politely:

   "Is anyone here?"

  The three people looked up together, and one of them stared at the camera with the lens on his chest, and then he said:

"No."

"good."

  After taking his seat, Xu Xin suddenly realized that the camera hanging around his neck was a bit cumbersome.

   It's not that he thinks there are leftovers left by guests on this table, but because the place is not that big.

   Helpless, I can only hang it around my neck first.

   Nikon's D3 camera is paired with the Zeiss Owl for portraits. It's really a bit heavy…

   Simply put, Xu Xin was put on the ground.

  But as everyone knows, this action made the corner of the buddy who said "no one" just twitch...

   After thinking about it, I suggested a sentence:

   "Xiansen, it's better to pick up the owl lens~"

  Obviously I know this owl lens, and I also know that this lens costs more than 130,000 Taiwan dollars, which is very expensive.

   Many young photographers are discouraged.

  Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is a knowledgeable person, so he nodded with a smile:

   "It's okay, the lid is on."

  As soon as this buddy heard this, he immediately showed a speechless + violent expression.

   But I won't say any more, and concentrate on cooking.

  People don't care about their things, so what do you say?

   Soon, noodles and oyster omelets were brought over.

  Xu Xin took a sip... Not to mention, the taste is really good.

   It's a pity... I can't eat garlic.

  Going out, not at home, always pay attention to some.

   While he was eating noodles, these three people finished eating one after another.

  The buddy took one last look at the camera on the ground... shook his head, and left without saying a word.

  Xu Xin continued to eat noodles.

   A bowl is eaten quickly...the result is not enough.

  He shouted again:

   "Boss, have another bowl, and add an oyster omelette."

   Obviously, the mainland accent has attracted more people's attention.

   But only for a glance.

   At this time, the last MRT should have arrived, and many people came out of the subway station and surrounded them.

  Xu Xin has two more guests on this table.

  He didn't care, and continued to work on noodles.

  Until I heard a sound of plastic rubbing next to me, followed by an exclamation:

   "Ah, evil, evil! Baa, evil..."

   Turning his head subconsciously, he saw that the camera he had placed on the ground had deviated from its position and turned its direction.

And next to the camera, a pair of black and white canvas shoes appeared, with jeans on top, and a black sportswear on top...and the panicked face of a girl with a bob hair, a baby face, and a guitar carrying a noodle bowl .

"fine."

  Xu Xin waved his hand first, then picked up the camera.

  Although cameras and lenses are precision instruments.

   But it is not so that it will be broken if it is accidentally touched by someone.

   What's more, he put it here and got in the way of other people's business.

   Picking up the camera, he continued:

   "It's okay, sorry."

   After speaking politely, he put the camera between his legs and stomach, and continued to eat in an awkward position.

   And the girl also recognized this... The handsome guy who looks a little aloof doesn't seem to be a local, so he quickly switched to Mandarin:

   "I'm really sorry, Xiansen, can you...do you want to check..."

"fine."

  Xu Xin raised his head again:

"It's fine."

  He glanced at the girl again... He estimated that the girl was only sixteen or seventeen at most.

   Putting aside the right and wrong of this matter, when he comes out, he can't embarrass his "mother" by saying a word or a deed, right?

   Especially in the face of this kind of motherland flower.

   Besides, it's not a big deal in itself.

  So after waving his hands again, he continued to bow his head to eat.

   And the girl seemed to be relieved, and the nervous look on her face faded away...

   After hesitating for a moment, he took the noodle bowl and went to find the seat next to him.

   Soon, Xu Xin finished his meal.

   Two bowls of noodles, this is comforting.

   After paying the bill and giving the money, he turned to another milk tea stall and ordered an authentic pearl milk tea.

   took a sip...a ​​look of disgust.

   This thing is too sweet after all.

   After taking two sips, he threw it aside, then sat on the steps of the MRT, and turned on the camera.

   The camera is really fine, just a little scratch on the bottom.

  He lit a cigarette, and then began to focus on the crowd at the booth, intending to take some pictures of fireworks in the world, and also to hone his photography skills.

  Start shooting at the crowd eating noodles at the booth.

  In the camera, there are migrant workers eating noodles wearing glasses and suits that have not been ironed for a long time.

  The glasses were full of fog, but he gorged himself without the slightest thought.

   There are also middle-aged women who wear thick coats, eat sweat on their foreheads but look satisfied.

   There are also a bowl of noodles, a glass of wine, and a pack of cigarettes, manual workers sitting at the table enjoying the leisure of the night.

   I even use spoons and chopsticks to eat noodles together. It looks quite cute with bob hair...

   And this bob-haired girl seemed to find that someone was patting herself, and subconsciously raised her head.

   With a "click", Xu Xin fixed the puzzled and surprised eyes in the camera.

Then, after giving a friendly and polite gesture to the bob-haired girl just now, she got up and walked to these stalls, and began to talk to those women who were standing in front of the misty noodle stalls cooking noodles, or those who had just finished a busy day. Oyster fried in a pot, a lean man drinking oolong tea in a thermos cup with a cigarette in his mouth.

   Or the owner of a milk tea stall who just made two cups of milk tea and found someone taking a picture of himself, smiling at the camera.

   Or eating a bowl of warm noodles, taking off his coat, and leaving with a satisfied face on his face...

   Not to mention, Xu Xin really thinks these scenes of the world are very interesting to shoot.

  Especially under the intertwined lights of different colors, there are quite a few different poses and different forms in the world.

   After taking a picture, he sat back on the steps, rested with a cigarette in his mouth, and planned to finish smoking a cigarette, pack a few oysters and fry them back, and see who wakes up. If he is hungry, he can eat some.

  But at this moment, the bob-haired girl suddenly walked over with a guitar on her back.

   "First... first Sen~"

   "...Hi, what's up?"

  Xu Xin looked up, saw that it was her, nodded and asked back.

   Then seeing the girl hesitantly said:

   "Are you... just taking pictures of me?"

   "Uh...yes. Sorry, if you don't mind, I don't have to clean that one. Nothing else, don't get me wrong."

"no no."

  Hearing what he said, the girl quickly shook her head:

   "That's not it... it's... that's... uh... can I ask what you plan to use for taking the photos? Exhibition? Or send it to a magazine?"

   "I took pictures by myself."

   "Oh, that's fine."

  She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

   Then Xu Xin's eyes became a little strange.

  What does this mean?

   And maybe looking at him with something wrong, the girl said politely:

   "It's like this, I have a brokerage contract. That is... the company does not allow unauthorized or private photos to be published... I am afraid that if you use it for other purposes, Xiansen, you will be in trouble."

   "A brokerage contract?"

  Xu Xin was a little surprised, and subconsciously asked:

   "Are you an entertainer?"

   "Uh... yes..."

  Xu Xin was speechless, and looked around the girl...

  What kind of artist must this be to be able to be mixed up with this virtue?

   And she seemed to understand Xu Xin's meaning, shook her head and said:

   "I haven't made my debut yet. I'm a singer. I'm currently making an album... But because I've signed a contract, the photos can't be released casually. This is a stipulation in the contract. There is no other meaning, Xiansen."

   As she spoke, she seemed to become a little embarrassed.

   But Xu Xin understood it as soon as he heard it, and nodded:

   "Okay, don't worry, I'm just taking pictures casually, not a professional photographer...hobby, understand?"

   "Oh, that's how it is... Then... I'm sorry for causing trouble to Mr. Sen. Just now I bumped into your camera, I'm really sorry."

   "It's okay...Which agency do you belong to? Good Ledi?"

   Xu Xin asked with some curiosity.

   "Uh, no... I'm a contracted training trainee in the entertainment big delivery room."

   "Entertainment... what?"

  Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

  What's the name?

  What a bad name?

  This name...isn't it afraid of being punched?

   It can be seen that this girl also knows why the other party's face is so strange.

   After all, the name does have a bit of… that.

   After Xu Xin became speechless about the name of the brokerage company, he looked curiously at the guitar on her back and asked:

   "Looking at your age, it seems... you are not yet an adult, right?"

   "I'm an adult, I was born in 1986!"

  For some reason, she seemed to resist others saying that she was young, so she directly reported her age and corrected Xu Xin's statement.

  Xu Xin was stunned...

  86 years?

  This face...that bob...that baby fat...

  86 years? If you say it's 96, maybe I'll believe it...

   Especially that guitar behind her.

  Although it's a bit exaggerated... But Xu Xin really feels that her canvas shoes, jeans, cotton sweater and bob hair make people feel that she is not as tall as the guitar...

   And maybe the contrast is too strong, or maybe he is really idle at the moment, suddenly, he became interested:

   "Can you play the guitar?"

"meeting."

   "EMMMM...do you want to play a song? Shall I try to take some photos?"

"Well…"

  The girl was obviously a little stunned, she didn't expect the other party to have such a request.

   But after being stunned, he immediately showed the generosity a singer should have.

   "Okay~ Then... after the photos are taken and developed, can you send me a copy?"

   "Well, no problem."

Seeing that the gentleman agreed, the girl immediately showed a smile, took off the guitar bag behind her back, and took out a guitar that looked mottled with time, especially the place where the arm was resting on the guitar. The paint is out of shape.

  Xu Xin had already reached a position three or four steps away from her, squatted down, and began to look for an angle.

   "Ding Dong~"

   Sitting on the steps of the subway, with the guitar on his lap.

   A sound of strumming attracted the attention of the guests who were eating below.

  The girl was not nervous either, she just thought about it and asked:

   "Mr. is from the mainland, right?"

  Actually, what she asked was nonsense.

  Xu Xin's accent is here.

  But the girl didn't want his response, but just talked to herself, saying:

   "I often play a song I heard last year. I really like it. I will play it."

"Um."

  Xu Xin responded and focused on her.

   "Ding Ding~"

   There was another strumming, and then, a low but soft voice that perfectly matched the night wind sounded from the wind:

   "Whenever night comes~"

   "Lonely~ Alone is always by my side~"

   "Behind the heartbeat at dusk~"

   "It's~you~infinite tenderness~"

  Her voice is clean and clear, with a little girlish melancholy.

  Even, at first glance, Xu Xin felt like a girl who was worried about writing new words and didn't know how to feel sad.

  However, it is this kind of folk guitar with this kind of little girl's melancholy, which gives people a refreshing feeling.

   Moreover, her voice is very recognizable. At first hearing... Xu Xin thought he was listening to Jin Haixin who sang "Wake Up Your Ears" singing in a low voice.

  It is very ear-catching.

   After taking two pictures of "Kacha Kacha", Xu Xin was a little attracted by the singing.

   "I want to go beyond this ordinary life~"

  The girl squinted her eyes halfway, and her head was following the chords of the guitar to the beat.

   "I am destined to be wandering now~"

   "I can't stop the frenzy in my heart ~ yes ~~~"

   "Persistence in the future~~~"

   Gradually, the singing attracted everyone's attention.

   Then, after a burst of unusually smooth guitar chords, a voice with a bit of blues and blues turned:

   "Hug you OH~~MYBABY~"

   "I see you crying~"

   "Whether you love me makes you sad ~ breaks your heart~~~~"

   "Hug you OHMYBABY~~"

  The two songs adopt completely different processing methods, matching the slightly narcissistic expression, and adding the childish face under the bob head.

   Not to mention, Xu Xin was really moved when he heard the strong contrast between the folk girl and the mismatched style, as well as the unique and light singing voice.

  This girl...

sure.

   When he came back to his senses, he changed the angle again, brought the lights of the MRT into the shot, adjusted the exposure, and clicked again...

   Finally, the song comes to an end:

   "Even if I am pale and haggard~~scarred~~~tired~"

   After a burst of guitar strumming, the singing stopped.

  The girl immersed in the world of music opened her eyes again.

   No applause.

  People who are busy filling their stomachs after get off work don't seem to put their hands off their chopsticks, giving this song the excitement it brings.

but…

   Not important.

  After taking the photos, Xu Xin suddenly asked:

"what's your name?"

"Well…"

  The girl holding the guitar froze for a moment, then suddenly showed a cute smile:

   "My name is Guo Caijie."

  The moment Xu Xin heard the name, Xu Xin was puzzled.

  He always felt that he had heard this name somewhere.

  Following this familiar feeling, he suddenly thought of something... a little stunned.

  Then, slowly, a... looking up and down eyes fell on this girl named Guo Caijie.

  Looked very carefully.

  Especially the shape of the opponent's bob head.

  An inexplicable hair style slowly appeared in my mind.

  Guo Caijie seemed a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, subconsciously looked at her clothes, and had the urge to hide her head behind the guitar:

   "First... Xiansen, is there something wrong?"

"Well…"

  Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

   "I have a question, and a suggestion. How about I use this suggestion as an answer to your question?"

  Guo Caijie looked puzzled.

  Xu Xin said directly:

   "Shorter hair is suitable for you. The approximate length only needs to be here."

  He gestured for the position of his earlobe.

"You are not suitable for this kind of bob curly hair, but for the kind of short hair that looks delicate and capable, so here it is. Just right, you can find a hair stylist to help you design it, which will make your facial features look better. It is more refined and attractive. Instead of being like now, anyone who sees you at first glance will think that you are underage and a schoolgirl."

  Guo Caijie was a little confused.

  But Xu Xin didn't wait for her to respond, but continued:

   "I want to ask, I have a friend who is engaged in music, right here. Would you like to meet him with me now. I think he should like your style very much."

   It can be seen that the girl is even more confused.

  After being speechless, the "ignorance" on his face turned into a kind of doubt.

  Incomparable doubts.

  It seems to be saying: What the **** are you doing...

   Seeing her doubts, Xu Xin suddenly smiled:

   "How is it? Can you answer my question?"

   Just as the voice fell, the phone rang suddenly.

  He took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and connected directly:

   "Hello, sister."

   "Brother... why did you go?"

  Yang Mi made some hoarse noises.

   "I went out to eat, why are you awake? The noodles and oyster omelets here are delicious, let me bring you some back?"

   "Hmm... okay, I just want to tell you, I'm so hungry... Jay is also hungry, you bring some more."

  Xu Xin's eyes lit up:

   "Is he awake?"

   "Yeah... I was woken up by his knock on the door. It's almost 1 o'clock..."

   "You give him the phone."

   "Uh... good."

   After waiting for a while, Jay Chou's exhausted voice sounded:

   "Hey, I want to eat two oyster omelets, are you on the MRT? That oyster omelet tastes delicious."

   "Let me tell you something."

  Looking at the girl with a blank face, Xu Xin ignored what he was eating, but said in a very interested tone:

   "Hey, I seem to have found a pretty good seedling."

   "What is a seedling?"

   "It's the seedlings of music."

   Jay Chou was stunned for a moment...

  Subconsciously came a sentence:

"what?"

   "I'm sending out an invitation to her, and I plan to ask you to go back and see her. Don't you want to sign someone?"

   "...Excellent?...Please, why do I not believe in your music appreciation."

   Jay Chou is still skinny.

   But Xu Xin no longer paid attention to him, but asked the bob-haired girl Guo Caijie again:

   "So, why don't you go over with me to have a look...Although it's late at the moment...but there may be surprises."

  He laughed for some reason, and it seemed a bit wicked.

   The short-haired girl in my heart has a hairstyle and a ceiling of appearance...

  (end of this chapter)

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