Chapter 2 Cool Mint Flavor

Why is Jiang Yanyu here?

Luo Qinglin's heart was shaken as if a drum was beating. He quickly stopped wiping his face and raised his head in a daze.

Amid the endless yellow sand and the sound of wind, a man walked down from the helicopter.

The man was only wearing a pair of mint-colored beach shorts. He had broad shoulders, a thick back, a thin waist and long legs. His perfect inverted triangle figure was clearly visible under the light. His arms were long and slender, with wrists reaching over his crotch. When he raised his hands, the smooth muscle lines on his arms were clearly visible.

His bare feet stepped on the beach, the yellow sand covered the back of his feet, and as his feet were raised and lowered, a few clearly defined bones were faintly visible in the sand.

Move your eyes to the man's face, from bottom to top.

Pointed chin, deep red lips, high nose bridge, and under sword-like eyebrows are a pair of charming fox eyes with slightly upturned eye ends, which are like hooks that captivate people.

"Who is the photographer?" Jiang Yanyu's red lips opened and closed.

Luo Qinglin came back to his senses, handed the camera to Qin Xiaoxi, and was about to run over as fast as he could, but before he took a step, he suddenly remembered the gossip Qin Xiaoxi had told him, and immediately turned around and winked at her.

Luo Qinglin gave him a questioning look, meaning: "Is he the human wrench you mentioned? A male vixen?"

Qin Xiaoxi blinked several times, meaning: "That's right, you're on your own!"

Jiang Yanyu likes...cool and straight men?

Luo Qinglin bit his lower lip lightly, as if there was a storm in his mind. In a moment, he thought of countless plans and made all the decisions within a few seconds.

This may be the only chance in his life to hook up with Jiang Yanyu, he must seize this opportunity!

He let out a light breath, and when he turned around again, Luo Qinglin's face had turned cold, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he walked forward with emotionless eyes.

Luo Qinglin walked neither fast nor slow, the teardrop mole under his eye did not move, and his whole body exuded a coldness like moonlight in winter. His peach blossom eyes were half-closed, like plum blossoms blooming on a winter night, with a faint fragrance yet extremely clear.

After a few steps, Luo Qinglin stood in front of Jiang Yanyu. He calmed himself down and said the first sentence in a deep voice: "Hello, I am the photographer in charge of this photo shoot."

Jiang Yanyu raised one eyebrow slightly and asked lazily, "Beauty, what's your name?"

Luo Qinglin frowned, as if dissatisfied with the title of "beauty": "Just call me Mr. Luo."

"Mr. Luo..." Jiang Yanyu spoke slowly, with a dragging tone, and there seemed to be chains in his voice that were locking the soul.

"Mr. Jiang, please start getting ready," Luo Qinglin looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "It's already past 7:20. You're late."

Luo Qinglin didn't want to say more, so he deliberately turned around and was about to walk back, leaving only his thin back to Jiang Yanyu. But before he could raise his foot, his wrist without the watch was tightly grasped.

A huge force hit him and he was pulled around, with his chin hitting Jiang Yanyu's collarbone, causing him excruciating pain.

"Hiss!" Luo Qinglin raised his head and stared with his eyes slightly. The small mole on his face moved slightly, adding a bit of brightness to his face.

"Ah... sorry, sorry," Jiang Yanyu apologized, but the force in his hands did not retract, "I just wanted to remind you that there is sand on your face."

A charming face was so close to him that Luo Qinglin's heart was beating uncontrollably, as if it was about to jump out of his chest. Calming down, Luo Qinglin managed to steady his voice and said, "Thank you for your reminder."

After finally suppressing his rebellious thoughts, Luo Qinglin tried to free his fingers from the tight grip, but no matter how hard he struggled, Jiang Yanyu's hands were tightly grasped and he couldn't get rid of them.

"Mr. Jiang, please let me go." Luo Qinglin reminded.

But Jiang Yanyu did not do so. Instead, she smiled, curved her eyes slightly, touched Luo Qinglin's face, and gently stroked his teardrop mole with her fingertips.

A tingling sensation came from between the moles, spreading along the skin to Luo Qinglin's lips, chin, neck, and heart. Wherever it reached, it felt like a burning fire.

"Okay, I'll wipe it clean for you." Jiang Yanyu withdrew his hand without a trace of reluctance, as if he was sincerely helping Luo Qinglin wipe his face.

After withdrawing his hand, Jiang Yanyu said, "Mr. Luo looks like someone I know."

Could it be that Jiang Yanyu still remembers herself in high school? Luo Qinglin asked with a hint of anticipation: "Who does he look like?"

"Mr. Luo looks like my first love, like my..." Jiang Yanyu chuckled and said with a nostalgic tone, "The one I love."

Luo Qinglin: "......"

Like a shitty first love! Doesn’t he know who Jiang Yanyu’s first love was?

He had been secretly watching Jiang Yanyu in the corner since his senior year of high school and secretly following Jiang Yanyu's account. That first love was obviously a bright and beautiful woman, and he didn't look like her at all.

Besides, they have broken up for so long, could it be that Jiang Yanyu is still thinking about her? Will you go straight back again?

Thinking of this, Luo Qinglin felt a little jealous. He glanced at Jiang Yanyu coldly, then walked back to the set without saying a word.

Taking the tablet handed over by Qin Xiaoxi, Luo Qinglin opened the planning proposal forcefully, preparing to communicate with the models in person after checking it once more.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Qin Xiaoxi smacked her lips when she saw Luo Qinglin's uneasy look, "As expected of a vixen who's a human spanner. You fell for him so quickly?"

"I am not..."

Luo Qinglin wanted to explain that he was not a straight man, but when he thought that Qin Xiaoxi would tell others and then Jiang Yanyu would hear it, he changed his words and said, "I have no interest in men."

"Really?" A lazy voice sounded, but the one who answered was not Qin Xiaoxi, but Jiang Yanyu, who didn't put on makeup properly and followed over.

Jiang Yanyu's gaze was like an ambiguous hook, drilling straight into Luo Qinglin, and Luo Qinglin was not to be outdone, and slightly raised his chin to look at Jiang Yanyu.

The two people's eyes met in the air, like arrows drawn from a bow, passing through Qin Xiaoxi and shooting at each other.

For some reason, Qin Xiaoxi always felt that the top of her head was shiny, like a thousand-watt light bulb. She was stuck between the two men, neither left nor right, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Qin Xiaoxi gave an unnatural fake smile: "Qinglin, you talk to Mr. Jiang, I will go talk to other models."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Xiaoxi ran away, patting his chest as he ran, as if he had escaped some devastating disaster.

After everyone left, only Luo Qinglin, Jiang Yanyu, Jiang Yanyu's male assistant and the makeup artist were left beside the scene filled with short fake coconut trees.

"Mr. Luo," said the male assistant Chen Qixin, "I am Brother Jiang's assistant, you can just call me Chen. Brother Jiang just returned to China not long ago, and he doesn't quite understand the rules in China. If there is anything that offends you, please bear with me, Mr. Luo."

After he finished speaking, Chen Qixin took out a small box from the packaging bag and handed it to Luo Qinglin.

The small box is printed with the logo of La Pluie, a jewelry brand that specializes in high-end custom-made products. A small brooch costs nearly $100,000, which is really expensive as a gift.

"Sorry, I can't accept it." Luo Qinglin handed the box back, then lowered his head to look at the tablet, looking indifferent.

Seeing that the gift was not accepted, Chen Qixin stopped where he was and turned to look at Jiang Yanyu.

Jiang Yanyu waved her hand in understanding, and Chen Qixin put away the gift, dragged a few empty chairs over, and let the makeup artist and Jiang Yanyu sit down to put on their makeup.

Sitting down, Jiang Yanyu let the makeup artist apply powder to her face, and occasionally opened her eyes to peek at Luo Qinglin.

Luo Qinglin had his back to Jiang Yanyu and was lowering his head.

The thin neck was half hidden and half visible in the collar. The neck was thin and slender, and the skin was fair and delicate, with a silky white color, which reflected faintly in the dazzling sunlight and was very dazzling.

Distracted by the back of his neck, Jiang Yanyu's throat choked slightly, and he asked uncomfortably: "Did you apply sunscreen?"

Unable to understand this abrupt question, Luo Qinglin blinked and paused for several seconds before replying, "Wipe it off."

"Did you wipe your neck too?" Jiang Yanyu asked again.

"...wiped it." Luo Qinglin lied.

In order to be lazy, Luo Qinglin only applied a thin layer on his face before being exposed to the sun, and ignored his arms, neck and other parts, so his skin color was often uneven due to the sun.

"If your neck is sunburned by the evening, I'll know you're lying," Jiang Yanyu snorted, "You'd better not lie to me."

Luo Qinglin subconsciously wanted to confess, but when he thought of Jiang Yanyu's preferences, he replied without even looking up: "It has nothing to do with you if I get sunburned."

"You..." After being choked by this, Jiang Yanyu turned her head and stopped talking, and obediently cooperated with the makeup artist to put on makeup.

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At half past eight, everything was ready.

"Mr. Jiang, remember to control your emotions and try to express a cool and youthful feeling. Just imagine yourself as a 16-year-old boy." Luo Qinglin checked the equipment parameters for the last time and reminded him.

Jiang Yanyu was wearing a thin white shirt and short sweatpants. He stood in front of the coconut tree and asked with a half-smile, "What was Mr. Luo like when he was 16?"

"It's no different from now," Luo Qinglin interrupted the small talk, "Okay, let's start the official shooting."

As soon as the camera focused, Jiang Yanyu's expression changed immediately. His charming eyes were no longer enchanting, but became clear and bright, with the unrestrainedness unique to a young man.

With the sound of shutter clicks, Jiang Yanyu held the cheese stick between his teeth, exposing his hidden little canine teeth to the camera. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his hair fluttered in the wind, and his smile was so hearty and cool that even the humidity and heat of the island seemed to be reduced a little.

Sea, beach, coconut trees.

Mint, teenager, white shirt.

Luo Qinglin finally understood why the brand had to go to the island to shoot, because under the camera, Jiang Yanyu was coolness itself, and all external heat would become an element that contrasted with the coolness.

The planning requirement clearly stated only an empty word "cool", but Jiang Yanyu stretched his body freely and changed his eyes slightly, making the coolness no longer monotonous, but mixed with playfulness and willfulness, as if he was a 16-year-old boy.

Admiring Jiang Yanyu's relaxed appearance through the camera, Luo Qinglin thought to himself with shame that he was just completing his job dejectedly to meet the brand's requirements.

And Jiang Yanyu is not just completing his work, Jiang Yanyu is actively communicating with the camera, using his eyes to have a dialogue across time and space with the audience who are about to see the finished film!

Infected by the overwhelming enthusiasm for shooting, Luo Qinglin was greatly encouraged, and his long-dormant ambition was finally revived.

Jiang Yanyu is a big-name model who works so hard even in a cheese stick commercial. What other reasons does he have to give up?

He has to stand up!

He needs to make better films!

He has to become a famous independent photographer!

He has to keep up with Jiang Yanyu's pace!

......

Unfortunately, adults' passion and laziness always switch in the blink of an eye. Six hours later, Luo Qinglin's recently revived ambition slowly faded back to normal.

Jiang Yanyu was extremely efficient and finished the shoot in less than an hour. But when it was other models' turn to shoot, the real hell had just begun.

Perhaps because the brand invested all its budget on Jiang Yanyu, the other models were all part-time students with very little shooting experience, and they had to rely on Luo Qinglin's instructions word by word before they could move.

The pink-haired male model in front of him was very agile when he was flirting with him, but he was very stiff when filming.

"Your left hand is blocking the logo," Luo Qinglin took away the camera, rubbing his brows and reminding, "Open your shoulders, your body is too tense now, relax a little."

"Brother Qinglin," Gu Nan'an cried, his hands and feet twitching like a twisted octopus, "I can't control my body!"

"......"

"Forget it," Luo Qinglin sighed and said to the staff, "Everyone take a break for half an hour and wait for him to adjust his condition before continuing to shoot."

"Thank God!"

"Go, go, go, go back and rest."

Under the scorching sun, everyone's physical strength was almost at its limit. When they heard Luo Qinglin's order, they all cheered and retreated to their respective rest rooms.

Luo Qinglin put away the camera, took the ice water handed to him by Qin Xiaoxi and took a big gulp, then dragged his tired steps back to the rest shed and fell down on the wooden table.

My hand hurts.

My eyes hurt.

My throat hurts too.

Why did he choose this profession in the first place? Burying his head in his arms, Luo Qinglin began to recall his original intention dejectedly.

It seemed like it was because...the composition of the photos Jiang Yanyu shared in high school was so bad, so he bought a second-hand camera at a low price and took photos and practiced everywhere, thinking that one day he would be able to take a good-looking picture for Jiang Yanyu.

Who would have thought that the first time he took photos of Jiang Yanyu, such a precious opportunity, was not for a magazine blockbuster, a portrait, or a street shot, but for this crappy cheese stick advertisement!

Thinking of this, Luo Qinglin couldn't hold back his grief and anger, he clenched his fist and punched the wooden table hard.

"What's wrong, Mr. Luo?" The curtain was pulled open, and hot air gushed in instantly. Jiang Yanyu walked in holding two green coconuts with straws inserted.

"Nothing." Seeing that it was Jiang Yanyu, Luo Qinglin immediately put on airs, supporting his face with one hand and lightly crossing his legs. His slender ankles that could be held in one hand were faintly visible between his trouser legs.

"That's how filming works. When there are new people, it slows down the progress."

Jiang Yanyu passed the coconut to the table and consoled him, "Mr. Luo is the most patient photographer I have ever met. Others would definitely get impatient in such a situation, but Mr. Luo still spoke softly and took special care of the model's emotions."

"......Thank you." Luo Qinglin felt a little embarrassed when Jiang Yanyu praised him like this.

"But Mr. Luo loves to lie. He always deceives me. This is not good."

"What lie did I tell?" Luo Qinglin touched the back of his neck guiltily.

Jiang Yanyu took out his cell phone and snorted coldly, and Luo Qinglin suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Mr. Luo was clearly wearing glasses when he was 16," Jiang Yanyu held up the phone screen and handed it to Luo Qinglin, "How could you lie to me and say that there is no difference between now and then?"

"You!" Luo Qinglin's eyes widened and he snatched the phone away. "How did you get my high school photo?!"