Bai Song was on duty on the 13th and was busy all day. The next day he took a rest. Early in the morning, he walked to the Jiuhe Bridge. Four or five days passed, and he didn't know how Zheng Yanwu was doing.
Jiuhe Bridge is a small bridge. The Jiuhe Bridge Police Station is not as close to Tianhe as the Yuzhen Police Station. There is only a small winding river in the jurisdiction, which is only 20 meters wide, which is not comparable to Tianhe. Jiuhe Bridge is a stone arch bridge. There is very little space under the bridge except for the river, but it can barely accommodate people.
Bai Song found a gray tent after finding his way under the bridge. Coincidentally, Bai Song had seen the brand of this tent before. Tuo Dawang used this brand in southern Xinjiang at that time. It was quite effective in keeping out the wind and cold. The wind under the bridge was strong, but the tent was firmly set up, so there was no wind behind the tent.
"Old Zheng, are you there?" Bai Song walked to the tent and knocked on the door.
"Here." Zheng Yanwu walked out from behind the tent. Bai Song turned around and saw that he was using a broken pot to heat up something to eat. Below was a portable gas stove, which was probably bought recently.
"Okay, the living conditions are good, and we eat meat early in the morning," Bai Song walked closer and smelled the aroma of meat.
"You're right, we have to look forward," Zheng Yanwu stirred the spoon while standing. Bai Song found it quite interesting. Zheng Yanwu's short stature also had its advantages. For example, this tent would be very cramped if Bai Song lived in it, but it was very spacious for Zheng Yanwu.
"Well, but I still have to advise you. The winter solstice is coming soon, and the New Year will be here soon. The weather will get colder and colder, and you still can't do this." Bai Song touched the material of the tent. There was no way this thing could be compared to a brick wall.
"I..." Zheng Yanwu was a little sad: "I don't want to live in the house. I feel more comfortable outside."
Bai Song nodded. He was a thoughtful man who had roughly understood the situation. It was probably because Zheng Yanwu's family members had died in an accident in the house, so Zheng Yanwu refused to go into the house to rest.
"Then you should buy a car. It's better than this." Bai Song thought of a compromise.
"No," Zheng Yanwu measured his height with his hands. "I'm not tall enough. I heard that you have to be over 1.5 meters tall to apply for a driver's license. I used to have a driver, but now I don't want to find a driver anymore. It's good to be alone."
"No," Bai Song did his homework before coming here this time: "I specifically checked the relevant laws. The height requirement for medium-sized passenger cars is 1.5 meters, and the height requirement for large passenger cars or trucks is 1.55 meters. However, there are no requirements for small cars."
"Thank you." Zheng Yanwu knew that Bai Song was doing this for his own good. "My case is a special one. My height hinders safe driving. I understand what you mean. I can't drive anymore. You don't have to worry about me. I've been through this for the past few years. I'm much better now than before."
"Then you can't stay like this forever." Bai Song said, "You must have been a successful person in the past, and you must have experienced a lot of ups and downs. You are only halfway through your life, you can't just stop like this."
"It's been so many years since I last talked so much with anyone. Bai Song, I know you mean well, and I will try to change," Zheng Yanwu said, "I used to run a factory, and there was an explosion there. Several people died, and I lost more than a million yuan in compensation. I almost couldn't make it at that time, but I managed to hold on. But when this kind of thing happens to your family, it's really..."
Bai Song knew that he had revealed Zheng Yanwu's sad story again, so he could only change the subject: "I suggest you find something to do."
"Looking for something to do? What? I once thought about becoming a teacher to spread the remaining energy, but with my physical condition, I don't think I can do anything well."
"Then I'll give you a suggestion." Bai Song felt a little regretful after he said this. He didn't know what to say, but when he saw the gleam in Zheng Yanwu's eyes, he suddenly thought of something.
When I went to Shanghai a while ago, he was in charge of recording the whole process. When it comes to photography, being tall has its advantages, but being short has its perspectives. With Zheng Yanwu's life experience and IQ, he can definitely become a good photographer!
The most important point is that he has money! Photography can make you poor for three generations, and a DSLR camera can ruin your life. This is no joke, but if you are willing to invest six or seven figures and study hard, this thing is really feasible!
A successful person, even if he is down and out now, is more likely to achieve success in other fields than someone who has never succeeded.
"I think you can become a good photographer." Bai Song said seriously.
"Photography?" There was something in Zheng Yanwu's eyes, and his body did not move, thinking about Bai Song's suggestion.
"Since you have thought about becoming a teacher, spreading your ideas, and making sure your life is meaningful, then go and try photography. When you have good works, you can also change many people." Bai Song struck while the iron was hot.
"How did this thing come about?" Zheng Yanwu was a little tempted.
Healthy people sometimes complain without any reason, thinking how difficult life is, but these people have never thought about what it would be like if they had a disability, if they were not even qualified to learn to drive, if they were looked on coldly or with tinted glasses wherever they went.
"That's not difficult. I'll call you and ask." Bai Song picked up the phone and called Wang Huadong directly without Zheng Yanwu trying to stop him.
This kid, during this business trip, even laughed at himself for not being able to record videos professionally. It's time to give him something to do.
"Huh? Learning photography?" Wang Huadong was surprised when Bai Song asked where he could learn photography. "What's wrong? Are you frustrated by me? Let me tell you, even though you have 30,000 or 50,000 yuan in your pocket, learning photography is only a starting point. If you just want to have fun, I won't stop you, but the professional photography classes you mentioned are not suitable. These courses are very expensive. You can't take many classes with 10,000 yuan, and they'll be gone after a few outdoor teaching sessions."
"It's not me who's learning, it's my friend. Just find a better one, money is not a problem."
"Rich guy?" Wang Huadong became interested: "It will be easy if there is a rich guy. Introduce him to me!"
"Go away, I'm not kidding you." Bai Song said angrily.
"Okay, okay, we don't have this stuff in Jiuhe District. I'll send you the location and phone number, and you can tell your friends later. But I've made a promise, don't mention my name. The guy who runs the class is a bit of a personality. Everything about him is good, but it's expensive. He won't give a discount to anyone you mention."
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