I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

Chapter 143 141. The girl with bob hair and guitar

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

"Well... no... don't eat... stop feeding me... ask my husband... the beach... it's 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 amused, but he didn't bother him and walked into the bathroom quietly.

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

He was very hungry.

However, I am not very good at cooking.

After thinking about it, I brushed my teeth and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

I originally wanted to ask Jay Chou...but as soon as he left the house, he heard a snoring sound.

Come out through the door.

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

have to.

Go downstairs.

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

Good guy...

Don't say he can't cook. Even if he could, he wouldn't be so unethical as to go to the kitchen and make people sleep.

Yes, let’s go out to eat.

When I went out today, I chatted with Jay Chou in the car. His home is very close to the MRT.

At first, Xu Xin didn't realize what the MRT was. After Jay Chou explained it, he understood... Oh, it's just 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 nice, many migrant workers and renters come here to rent. house to live in.

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

It’s not far anyway, so let’s go over there.

It just so happens that you can also see the local customs and customs of Wanwan Province at night.

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

I want to observe the life in this place.

He walked out quietly. According to his memory during the day, he took two... Let's call them alleys. Apart from the main road, everything else here was quite narrow. 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.

There were also pedestrians walking in twos and threes walking this way, and they all looked tired.

The R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT runs from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m. The last bus from Taipei at 12 p.m. is about 40 minutes away.

Xu Xin started to calculate the commuting costs of these people while walking near the temporary stalls with strong smoke and smoke at the entrance of the subway station.

It takes 80 minutes to go back and forth, including the time it takes to leave home and get off work.

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

This is still the most ideal state.

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

In other words... those who commute in big cities spend at least two hours on the road every day.

In the final analysis, it is Taipei’s high rent and living costs.

What about Yanjing?

Although the situation in Yanjing is not like this yet, after all, there are many basements or urban villages. There is even an exaggeration. A two-bedroom apartment of 70 to 80 square meters can accommodate six or seven people...

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

So...it boils down to a house?

Or house prices?

Housing costs are so high that they have to spend two hours a day... or more commuting between the two places. But working hours are dead, so what they sacrifice is actually personal time.

Sleep one hour less and go to bed one hour earlier every day... Reduce social interaction, reduce relaxation, and even reduce some trade-offs that are not necessary for life...

Save money, save money...

If things continue like this...

For some reason, a sentence came to his mind.

Incomprehensible words.

"High housing prices are killing the dreams of young people."

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little ironic.

Because...the ideas I gave to my family seemed to follow this path.

I don’t know if this counts as being both responsible and established?

Huh? What is being and standing?

My mind was confused for a while, but I had already arrived in front of these stalls.

The stalls with the most people are the two stalls.

One oyster omelette and one Grandpa noodles.

The two stalls should be together. Many people are sitting at the small table or eating the thin noodles. If two people eat together, there will be a golden oyster omelette on a stainless steel plate in the middle. .

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

He temporarily put aside these too complex propositions and walked to the stall:

"A bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

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

"Hum, handsome mainlander, it's bonito head soup base. Are you used to it?"

"...What kind of fish is bonito?"

Xu Xin was a little confused.

"Uh... it's just... it's just bonito... Here, you try it. If you're used to it, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, the boss used a disposable paper cup to scoop some soup into a bucket.

Xu Xin took it and took a sip...

Didn't find anything special.

Quite fresh.

Some people don’t understand why the boss would ask himself this?

What does it mean? Do you think mainland people have never tasted fish soup?

He was a little speechless...but it was definitely not easy to ask. If you ask, it might mean hurting the feelings of the people in both places.

This proposition was bigger and he couldn't bear it.

After all, this thing is too sensitive...

So he nodded:

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

"Want some sauce?"

"Sha... ketchup, right? No."

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

"Okay, sit down."

"Um."

Xu Xin responded, found a seat with an empty seat, and asked politely:

"Is there anyone here?"

The three people raised their heads together, and one of them stared at the camera with the lens hanging on his chest for a moment, and then said:

"No."

"good."

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

It wasn't that he thought the table had leftover leftovers from some guests, but it was because the place wasn't that big.

I have no choice but to hang it around my neck first.

But Nikon’s D3 camera, paired with the Zeiss Owl specially designed for shooting portraits, is really a bit heavy...

Simply put Xu Xin on the ground.

But little did he know that this action made the guy who just said "no one" twitch the corner of his mouth...

After thinking about it, I gave a reminder:

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

Obviously people are familiar with this Owl lens, and they also know that this lens costs more than NT$130,000 per lens, which is very expensive.

Many young photographers are intimidated.

Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was a knowledgeable person, so he smiled and nodded:

"It's okay, the lid is closed."

"..."

When this guy heard this, he immediately showed a speechless and wasteful expression.

But he said no more and concentrated on cooking.

They don’t feel sorry for other people’s things, so what can I say?

Soon, noodles and oyster omelette were brought over.

Xu Xin took a bite...not to mention, it tasted really good.

It's a pity...you can't eat garlic.

When you go out, not at home, you always have to pay attention to something.

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

The guy took one last look at the camera on the ground... shook his head and left without saying anything.

Xu Xin continued to eat noodles.

One bowl went down quickly...but there wasn't enough.

He shouted again:

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

It was obviously the mainland accent that attracted more people's attention.

But it was just a glance.

At this time, the last MRT train should have arrived, and many people came out of the subway station and gathered around.

There are two more guests at Xu Xin's table.

He ignored it and continued to work hard.

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

"Ah, evil evil evil! Me evil evil..."

Subconsciously turning his head, he saw that the camera he had placed on the ground had deviated from its position and changed its direction.

Next to the camera, there appeared a pair of black and white canvas shoes, jeans on top, and a black sportswear on top... and a girl with a bob haircut, a baby face, and a guitar on her back holding a noodle bowl in panic. face.

"fine."

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

Although cameras and lenses are all precision instruments.

But it's not like it would be damaged if someone accidentally touched it and caused some friction.

What's more, he put it here to interfere with other people's affairs.

After picking up the camera, he continued:

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

After saying this politely, he put the camera between his legs and belly and continued eating in a somewhat awkward posture.

And the girl also heard this... The handsome guy who looked a little aloof seemed to be not a local, so he quickly switched to Mandarin:

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Sen, would you...please check..."

"fine."

Xu Xin raised his head again:

"It's fine."

He glanced at the girl again... and 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 "mother" with his words or actions, right?

Especially when facing this kind of motherland flower.

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

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

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

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.

After two bowls of noodles, I felt quite comfortable.

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

He took a sip...with a look of disgust on his face.

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 indeed fine, just a little scratched on the bottom.

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

First, I started taking photos of the various expressions of the people eating noodles at the stall.

In the camera, there are workers eating noodles wearing glasses and suits that look like they haven’t been ironed for a long time.

The glasses were full of fog, but he devoured them without any care.

There are also middle-aged women wearing thick coats, sweating on their foreheads after eating, but looking satisfied.

There is also a bowl of noodles, a glass of wine, a pack of cigarettes, and a manual worker sitting at the table enjoying the evening leisure.

He even eats noodles with a spoon and chopsticks, and looks quite cute with his bob haircut...

The girl with a bob hair seemed to find someone taking a picture of herself and subconsciously raised her head.

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

Then, after giving a friendly and polite gesture to the bob-haired girl just now, he stood up and walked to these stalls, and began to greet the women who were either standing in front of the mist-shrouded noodle stalls cooking noodles, or those who had just finished a long day of work. Oyster omelet in a pot, a lean man holding a cigarette and drinking oolong tea from a thermos cup.

Or maybe it’s the milk tea stall owner who just made two cups of milk tea and smiled at the camera when he noticed someone was taking a picture of him.

Or maybe it’s a jobber who eats a bowl of hot noodles, takes off his coat, and leaves with a satisfied look on his face...

Not to mention, Xu Xin really found these various aspects of the human world to be particularly interesting to photograph.

Especially under the interweaving of lights of different colors, there is quite a variety of scenes in the city.

After taking a circle, he sat back on the steps and rested with a cigarette in his mouth. He planned to finish the cigarette and pack some oyster omelette back to see who woke up. If he was hungry, he could eat some.

But at this moment, the girl with the bob hair suddenly walked over carrying a guitar.

"First...Xiansen~"

"...Hello, what's the matter?"

Xu Xin looked up, and when he saw it was her, he nodded and asked.

Then I saw the girl said hesitantly:

"You...were you filming me just now?"

"Uh...yes. Sorry, if you mind, I don't have to clean yours. It's nothing else, don't get me wrong."

"no no."

After hearing his words, the girl quickly shook her head:

"That's not it... it's... it's just... uh... can I ask what you're going to use the photo for? Exhibition? Or do you want to send it to a magazine?"

"I took pictures myself for fun."

"Oh, that's fine."

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Xu Xin's eyes became a little strange.

What does this mean?

Perhaps because there was something wrong with the way she looked at him, the girl said politely:

"It's like this. I have a management contract. But...the company does not allow taking and publishing photos without authorization or privately...I am afraid that if you use it for other purposes, Xiansen, you will be in trouble."

"Agency contract?"

Xu Xin was a little surprised and asked subconsciously:

"Are you an artist?"

"Uh...yes..."

"..."

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

What kind of artist does this have to be to achieve such virtue?

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

"I haven't debuted yet, I am a singer, and my album is currently being produced... But because I have already signed a contract, the photos cannot be shared casually. This is a stipulation in the contract, and there is no other intention, Xiansen."

As she said this, she seemed to become a little embarrassed.

Xu Xin understood immediately and nodded:

"Okay, don't worry, I just take photos casually, not a professional photographer...hobby, understand?"

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

"It's okay...Which agency are you from? Haoledi?"

Xu Xin asked with some curiosity.

"Uh, no... I'm a contract training trainee in the entertainment maternity ward."

"Entertainment...what is this?"

Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

What's this name?

What a crappy name?

This name... Aren't you afraid of being punched?

"..."

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

After all, the name does have something... that about it.

After Xu Xin was speechless about the name of the agency, she curiously looked at the guitar on her back and asked:

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

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

For some reason, she seemed to be resistant to being told that she was young, so she directly reported her age to correct Xu Xin's statement.

Xu Xin was stunned...

1986?

This face...this bob...this baby fat...

1986? Maybe I would believe it if you said it was 96...

Especially the guitar behind her.

Although it is a bit exaggerated... Xu Xin really feels that her appearance with canvas shoes, jeans, cotton sweatshirt and bob haircut gives people the impression that she is not as tall as that guitar...

And maybe the contrast was too strong, or maybe he was really distracted at the moment, but suddenly, he became interested:

"Can you play the guitar?"

"meeting."

"EMMMM... Do you want to play a song? Let me 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 you take the photos and develop them, can you send me a copy?"

"Well, no problem."

Seeing the gentleman's promise, the girl immediately smiled, took off the guitar bag on her back, and took out a guitar that looked very stained by time, especially where the guitar rested on her arms. The paint is in disarray.

Xu Xin had already arrived three or four steps away from her, squatted down, and started looking for an angle.

"Ding dong~"

Sitting on the steps of the subway, guitar on my lap.

A sound of strumming attracted the attention of the guests dining below.

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

"Sir, you are from the Mainland, right?"

In fact, what she asked was nonsense.

Xu Xin's accent is here.

But the girl was not asking for his response, but just talking to herself, saying:

"I often play a song I heard last year. I really like it, so I'll play it."

"Um."

Xu Xin responded and focused on her.

"Ding ding~"

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

"Whenever night comes~"

"Gu~ Du is always by my side~"

"Behind every dusk heartbeat~"

"It's you~ infinite tenderness~"

Her voice is clean and clear, with a little bit of the melancholy of a little girl.

Even at first glance, Xu Xin feels like a girl who doesn't know how to feel sad because she composes new lyrics.

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

Moreover, her voice was very recognizable. At first glance...Xu Xin thought he was hearing the déjà vu of Jin Haixin, who sang "Wake Up Your Ears" in a low voice.

Very ear-catching.

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

"I want to transcend this ordinary life~"

The girl's eyes were half-closed, and her head was following the rhythm of the guitar chords.

"Destined to be wandering now~"

“I can’t stop the fanaticism in my heart~Yes~~~”

"Future persistence~~~"

Gradually, the singing focused everyone's attention.

Then, after a burst of unusually smooth guitar chords, a voice with a bluesy twist sounded:

"Hug you OH~~MY BABY~"

"I see you crying~"

"Does loving me make you sad~break your heart~~~~"

"Hug you OH MY BABY~~"

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

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

This girl...

sure.

After coming back to his senses, he changed the angle again and included the MRT lights in the lens. After adjusting the exposure, there were a few more clicks...

Finally, the song comes to an end:

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

After bursts of guitar strumming, the singing stopped.

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

There was no applause.

People who were busy filling their bellies after get off work didn't seem to put down their hands from their chopsticks, giving the excitement of this song.

but……

unimportant.

After taking the photo, Xu Xin suddenly asked:

"what's your name?"

"Well……"

The girl holding the guitar was stunned for a moment, and suddenly showed a cute smile:

"My name is Guo Caijie."

"...?"

The moment he heard the name, Xu Xin was confused.

He always felt like he had heard this name before.

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

Then, he slowly cast his gaze up and down on the girl named Guo Caijie.

Looked at it very carefully.

Especially the other person’s bobbed head.

An inexplicable hairstyle slowly appeared in my mind.

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

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

"Well……"

Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

"I have a question and a suggestion. How about I exchange this suggestion for an answer to your question?"

"...?"

Guo Caijie looked confused.

Xu Xin said directly:

"You'd be fine with shorter hair. The approximate length would only go up to here."

He gestured to the position of his earlobes.

"You are not suitable for this kind of bob curly hair, but for the kind of short hair that looks very delicate and capable, like here. It's just right. You can find a hairstylist to help you style it, which will make your facial features look better. More refined and attractive. Instead of like now, when anyone sees you for the first time, they will think that you are underage and still a school girl. "

"..."

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 music friend right here. Would you like to go with me to meet him now? I think he would like your style very much."

"..."

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

After being speechless, the "confusion" on his face turned into confusion.

Unparalleled doubts.

As if to say: What on earth do you do...

Looking at her doubts, Xu Xin suddenly smiled:

"How's it going? Can you answer my question?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone suddenly rang.

He took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and connected directly:

"Hey, sister."

"Brother...why did you go?"

Yang Mi's somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

"I came out to eat, why are you awake? The noodles and oyster omelet here are very delicious. Can I bring some back to you?"

"Well... ok, I just wanted to tell you, I'm so hungry... Jie Lun is hungry too, please bring more."

Xu Xin's eyes lit up:

"He's awake?"

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

"Give him the phone."

"Uh... ok."

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

"Hey, I want to eat two portions of oyster omelet. Are you in the MRT? That oyster omelet is delicious."

"Let me tell you something."

His eyes fell on the confused girl, Xu Xin didn't care what he was eating, but said in a very interested tone:

"Hey, I think I found a pretty good idea."

"What is a seedling?"

"It's just a musical seedling."

"..."

Jay Chou was stunned...

He subconsciously said:

"what?"

"I'm sending 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 don't I trust your music appreciation?"

Jay Chou is being naughty.

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

"So, do you want to come with me and take a look... Although it's relatively late now... there might be a surprise."

He didn't know why he was smiling, it seemed a little bit funny.

The beauty ceiling of girls with short hair appears in my heart...