One Useless Rebirth

He Baiyan looked at the computer screen and shook his hand to enlarge the photo that had just been introduced, and then zoomed in.

In the photo is a beautiful night view of the city. The lights and the stars are spread between the heavens and the earth. The soft natural stars are intertwined with the gorgeous artificial lights, like the collision of reality and fantasy.

This is a very successful night scene, which is in line with the theme of the international photography exhibition "Tianye", which was held by photographer Zhao Tianhu, "Nature and Now". He did not hesitate to stay in the mountains for three days.

But now these are not the focus, the focus is on the corner of this photo, next to the tallest building clock tower in H City, a figure is jumping from the top of a building.

The phone suddenly rang, he replied, turned the phone on, and hurriedly waited until he spoke. "Zhao Shu, I took some unsatisfactory things."

“What happened?” Zhao Tianhu’s very husky voice with a personal touch came from a light tone and a very good mood. “It seems that our new photographer, Mr. Xiao He, is preparing to give these old guys a big deal. What? How did you capture the sunrise illusion of your heart?"

"No." He Bai’s voice was a little tight, and he swallowed his throat and said, "I seem to... I took a murder scene."

"what?!"

Da Yingdi Di Qiuhe jumped to his death!

This explosive news quickly swept the network, occupying the headlines of all portal newspapers and television. Fans and fans on the social platforms madly refreshed this news, questioning that this is a bad April Fool's Day joke, roaring all the big platforms shameless, actually cursing Di Ying emperor died.

No one believes that Di Qiuhe will commit suicide. He is so good, so gentle and so powerful. After 15 years of debut, he brought dozens of excellent works to everyone. After setting up the company, he has trained many excellent young people in the entertainment circle. He is a great person in the circle. Anyone who mentions him can't help but boast a few words. . Such a person who still works hard even when he is refrigerated, how can he commit suicide! The main thing is that he is only thirty-five years old! Still so young!

The crazy questioning of fans has flooded the entire network. Everyone thinks this is definitely a vicious joke, but a message from Huading's official Weibo has turned them into the abyss.

[Sorrowful mourning of Mr. Di Qiuhe, the chairman of our company, all the way. 】

The whole network seems to be quiet, and the official affirmation news makes it impossible for everyone to deceive themselves.

"No! I don't believe it!" Di Qiuhe's sister Di Chunhua cried to the ground, makeup, flowers, and the white skirt fell to the ground, covered with dust. "That's not my brother, my brother. not like this……"

In the swaying scene, Mr. Di Qiuhe’s sister fell in the encirclement of the reporter, crying and being pitiful. It’s really sad, and the tears are seen.

The female police officer turned off her mobile phone and pushed the news, laughing. "Of course not your brother, your brother is Di Xisong! It’s like crying. Who doesn’t know that Mr. Di Qiuhe doesn’t want to see you like this. My sister, if you fake it, you know how to play."

I accidentally witnessed the police touching the fish scene. He Bai coughed and coughed, and leaned slightly. "That, interrupt, I want to report the case."

The female police officer noticed that he stood alone at the table, and he took all the emotions on his face and put the phone on the table. He smiled embarrassedly at him and said, "Sorry, what do you want to report?"

"Maybe it is murder." He Bai pretended not to see her previous gaffe, took the washed photos out and placed them in front of her, and clicked on the enlarged picture. "I am a photographer, I was two days ago. I accidentally photographed this in the suburbs on the night scene, and I was a little concerned."

In the enlarged photo, a figure is leaping from a window, and in the curtains flying behind the window, a white arm is being recycled.

After seeing the photo, the policewoman suddenly stood up and stared at the blurred figure. The expression was distorted. "Not suicide..."

"What?" He Bai was confused by her sudden excitement.

The policewoman did not answer, and turned over several other enlarged photos, then excitedly picked up the photo and ran towards the office where the captain was behind. "Boss! Major discovery! Di Qiuhe is not suicide! It is killing! Someone has taken evidence !"

what? Di Qiuhe? The black shadow he photographed is Di Qiuhe? That "Xiantu" male lead Di Qiuhe?

He Bai was stupid. In the first two steps, I wanted to keep up with the specific situation, but accidentally brought down the calendar on the policewoman’s desk.

The calendar slammed on the floor with a muffled sound, and several old photos on it were scattered, one of which just floated to his feet.

He stopped and picked up the photo.

This is a photo of a man, a very young man, about twenty years old. The man's facial features are perfect, his eyes are soft and smiling, and a loose and casual baseball uniform is worn on him, with a touch of elegance.

The name of this person flashed in his mind - Di Qiuhe, and he quickly realized that this person was dead, and he seemed, possibly, maybe... the moment he died.

He Baiyan opened his eyes and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar bedroom ceiling. He turned over and covered the quilt and covered his head. He closed his eyes. "No, I am thirty-three years old, not twenty, not twenty..."

"Little white, come down to eat!"

He licked the quilt and deceived himself to hear the illusion.

"I have to pay for photography work on Monday. Come up, I have already borrowed the equipment for you." Wang Bo, the boss of the bedroom, stretched his arms and pulled his quilt. "Isn’t the last photo assignment taken by zero? You are today. Go and shoot a set, then go to ask Teacher Xu for advice, and the score is still possible to make up, get up soon."

The quilt was pulled away, and He Bai opened his eyes and sat up against the hen's head. He looked sideways at the bedside Wang Hu's young, teenage face, full of despair.

For three days, he can no longer deceive himself.

Four days ago, he took a stack of photos to the police station to report the case, then accidentally brought down a female police officer’s calendar, saw the photos that fell out of the calendar, and then... his eyes closed and then he The police station came to the alma mater class.

From the age of thirty-three to twenty, depositing six million to deposit six hundred, the new photographers went to the journalism class who had a mess in the photography class... just a blink of an eye, the world has completely changed.

"Well, it’s good to get up, just one homework. I don’t know if you are falling out of love.” Wang Hu knocked on the railing of the upper bunk and continued to persuade, “The usual score is only 20% of the final grade. You remedy, the scholarship will definitely be available, don't be sad."

He Bai shook his head and numb, "It’s not me who lost love."

"what?"

"It's the third child."

Wang Hu is confused, "The third child is in love? When did he have the object?"

The voice just fell, the bedroom old three Niu Junjie cried and pushed open the door and rushed in. While playing the wine, he went down to the ground and hugged Wang Hu’s thigh. "Boss, I was smashed... Liu Huanhuan actually kicked her legs. She is lame! I am so good to her, I want to buy it, and the East will never go west! Why should she squat! Why should she be sorry for me!"

Wang Hu shocked his face. "Liu Huanhuan? The broadcast of the presiding department? You actually know her?!"

Niu Junjie bowed his head and vomited at his shoe, and he was dizzy.

Wang Hu distorted his face.

The smell came up, and He Bai pinched his nose and fell back to the bed.

Sure enough, not a dream... rebirth you paralyzed.

Helping Wang Hu settle down and drowning in the past, Niu Junjie, He Bai three ate two lunches, picked up the camera borrowed from the table, and went out of school.

Flare pants, strap skirts, stripes, plaids, black-rimmed glasses... The popular elements of more than a decade ago are filled with sight. He has long gas, knees on the road, lifts the camera, and adjusts the focal length aperture after aiming at the crowd. Find the light angle and press the shutter.

Rubbing.

The picture was fixed, and a black off-road vehicle stopped in front of it and raised the dust.

The little girl who was supposed to be the center of the composition was replaced by a car afterimage. He browed his brow and raised his hand to open the dust in front of his face and looked at the off-road vehicle parked in front of him two steps away.

The rear seat door opens and a large long leg extends out.

Basic clean sneakers, simple jeans, line-up, white letter T-shirt, wide shoulders, slender neck, perfect chin lines, tight lips, straight nose... and born with A gentle taste of the eyes.

He Bai’s eyes are slightly wide, this face... Di, Di Qiuhe?

"Don't think you can turn over and dream when you are on fire!"

A slightly sharp female voice came out of the car, and then a backpack was thrown out, followed by a 13-year-old girl who came over and drove the car to the Di Qiuhe Road standing outside the car. "The heir to the emperor can only be my brother, you are waiting to be blocked. Driver, drive!"

The off-road vehicle was launched, and it was a long time away. He Bai looked at Di Qiuhe, who was standing on his side, and shrank to the side.

Seems to see something that should not be seen...

Rubbing, the hand accidentally pressed the shutter.

Di Qiuhe turned back.

He Bai conditioned to put the camera into his arms, and then realized that this behavior seemed a bit stupid, and pulled the camera out, and had no emotional gaze on Di Qiuhe, and smacked the corner of his mouth. "The ground is dirty, your bag... ..." said the black backpack that was thrown out by the girl at his feet.

Di Qiuhe took back his gaze and bowed his head. He picked up the backpack on the ground and patted him. He looked at him again. He was not seen on the face, and asked plainly, "Which newspaper are you?"

"what?"

"The next time you take a sneak shot, you will be beaten in such a conspicuous position." Di Qiuhe put the bag on his back, stopped a taxi and left the car.

He Bai was sprayed with a car exhaust, looked at the camera in his arms, and then he realized, "Hey! What do you mean, I am not a paparazzi!"