dhibooks Chapter 58
Chapter 58
He neatly took out a pair of jeans from his carry-on backpack, put them on directly, then took off his dress and stuffed it back into the backpack, and took out a T-shirt to put on.
After seeing him change, Xia Yi said: "Mr. Yu Jiaqi, I want to hire you to be my queen model, are you willing?" "Really?" My figure and appearance? What type of model?" "I'm a photographer, and what I want is not a hanger, but someone who can inspire me. I think you are suitable, what do you think?"
"Me? I don't care, as long as I can make money. But let me state in advance, I am still a college student, and I can only work during vacation time."
Looking at him, Xia Yi was really surprised. He took a fancy to him because he had a beautiful appearance, a calm and cool demeanor, and an indelible melancholy in his eyes. Human fireworks, otherworldly, at least on the surface, it should pretend to be like this.As a result, the boy kept saying that he was all about money, obviously he was just a common man, so could he really be wrong this time?
"It's okay to only have vacation time, but you have to quit your original job and promise to be on call 24 hours a day. Let's formally sign a contract some other day." "Okay." He said and got off the car. "Where are you going?" Xia Yi asked. "Go to the bar, I'm going to work." "I'll see you off." "Isn't that troublesome?" "No trouble, I happen to be going there too." "Thank you then." He said in a polite but indifferent tone .
A few days later, Yu Jiaqi officially signed a contract as a part-time model at Roy Summers studio.
The first set of works with him as the main character will be published soon - the four emotions of youth, happiness: Yu Jiaqi stands in the flower field, eyes closed, with a demure expression, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and the broken flowers on his body The dress and long straight black hair fluttering in the wind - after seeing the female drummer's outfit, Xia Yi decided to make him a pan-gender model.
Sadness: In the rain curtain (of course artificial), Yu Jiaqi sat casually leaning against the background wall, her white shirt was soaked, her long ice-blue hair was also wet, the rain Run down the sideburns and the bridge of the nose.He lowered his head slightly, and did not look at the camera, with melancholy and sadness flowing naturally between his brows and eyes.There were no tears in the dark eyes on the pale face, but those eyes were more heartbreaking than tears.
Anger: Yu Jiaqi sat on the ground with her arms casually resting on her knees, holding a knife in her hand, hanging above the floor, the tip of the knife was still dripping with blood.Next to the bare feet is an overturned vase, water that was in the vase spilling everywhere, and a bouquet of trampled flowers.He lowered his head slightly, staring straight at the camera, with a few messy streams blocking his eyes, but they couldn't stop the devilish gaze.
Carnival: He is completely naked, his body is painted all over, his hair is also colorful, and there is an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, exuding a unique allure.
"You are very talented." Xia Yi said to him.He smiled faintly, "You are the one who took the picture, what talent do I have?" Xia Yi looked at him seriously, "You don't understand, but you still did well, which shows your talent." "What talent, Maybe it's because I worked as a coser in the university animation club, it should be similar to Model."
A few pictures were taken and he was paid more than he had been paid in a month at any previous job.
He saved most of it, leaving a small part for living expenses, and then returned to the dormitory to code while eating instant noodles.He regularly contributes to several magazines, and is also a signed writer of a fiction website.In order to make money, he had several part-time jobs while he was supporting himself to go to college, and he spent his free time writing to earn manuscript fees.
He was typing tirelessly when his cell phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the caller ID, his face immediately sank, and he answered coldly, "Didn't I tell you not to call me again?" The person at one end said something, and his face became even uglier, "Don't push yourself!" The person said something else, and he lowered his eyes, "Tell me, where to meet."