He makes money by watching street photography and creating his own short videos. Sometimes, if passersby don't want to appear in the camera, he will blur their faces and post the videos online.
The man watched the playback and saw the two looking perfectly matched. After hesitating for a long time, he still kept the video.
He's not very popular, he doesn't have many fans, and even if he posts it online, they might not see it.
The desire to make money outweighs reason...
At worst, we can just blur it out.
"Cut, why don't you cut?"
The photographer, with a complicated expression, asked, "Did you see the watch on his wrist?"
He then replayed the footage.
"This watch, the price tag, and the man's coat—I can't tell which brand it is, but it looks expensive. And that woman's bag—it's a limited edition; you can't necessarily buy it even if you have the money. These two don't seem like people to mess with. Maybe we should just let it go?"
The man stared at the expensive watch and the woman's handbag, his expression conflicted.
Reason returned.
Or... let's just forget about it.
...
The New Year's bells are about to ring.
On the bustling street, she heard someone silently counting down the days.
"ten……"
"Nine……"
When the count reached one, a beautiful young woman, who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, raised the hand of the boy next to her and called out, "Happy New Year!"
The boy's doting gaze was fixed on the girl as he straightened her crooked fuzzy hat.
Those around him cast kind glances his way.
A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, rose from the surroundings.
These are all New Year's wishes for those around them.
Infected by everyone's happiness, Qin Yue smiled and her eyes crinkled with joy. Seeing a flower vendor, she stuffed the chestnuts in her hand into Lu Yanci's hand, ran up to the flower girl, pointed to a few flowers, and asked the flower girl to wrap them up.
She thought for a moment and then asked the flower girl for paper and a pen.
He bent down and carefully wrote something, stroke by stroke.
After writing the greeting card, she thanked them and returned the pen to them.
Turning around, he saw that Lu Yanci was only a step away from him.
Within her reach.
A surge of emotion welled up inside me.
The smile in her eyes deepened as she handed a bouquet of tulips to the distinguished man: "Mr. Lu, Happy New Year."
The simple wrapping paper covers the pale pink and white tulips, and the white ribbon is tied into a bow. Without any extra embellishments, the whole bouquet looks simple and exquisite, beautiful and elegant.
Lu Yanci's eyes flickered slightly as he looked down at the bouquet of flowers in his arms. This was the first bouquet of flowers he had ever received in his life.
Long, slender fingers picked up the greeting card.
Her handwriting was delicate and neat, and it contained the simplest blessing: Happy New Year, and may you have peace and safety every year.
A gentle ripple appeared in the man's eyes: "Thank you."
He paused, then added, "I like it."
It's rare for a woman to give flowers to a man.
The two were both incredibly good-looking, attracting a lot of attention. Next to them was a young couple who had bought flowers. Hearing Lu Yanci's words, the boy teased, "Dude, it's rare for your girlfriend to give you flowers. All you did was say thank you. Why don't you give her a kiss?"
The girl next to the boy was holding a bouquet of beautiful roses. Hearing what the boy said, she pursed her lips and, before the boy could react, tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.
The boy, forgetting to tease Lu Yanci, lowered his eyes in astonishment.
The girl blushed and said, "Whether it's a man or a woman giving flowers, it represents a very special sentiment."
The boy grinned foolishly, scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly, "It's rare, it's rare. I forgot to write a greeting card. I should have written something like, 'Wishing my darling idol can hold a concert this year, and also wishing my darling can successfully snag tickets to his idol's concert.'"
Looking at the two energetic people, Qin Yue casually asked, "Who is your idol?"
When her idol was mentioned, the girl forgot her shyness and recommended him with bright eyes: "Jiang Xiu is a singer who has only been in the industry for half a year. He sings incredibly well. His voice is like it has been kissed by God and has a built-in reverb effect. Sisters, you should definitely give him a listen. You won't regret it."
"I know him; he really sings well." Qin Yue nodded with a smile. "Would it be convenient to exchange contact information?"
"Of course, of course." The girl nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "When Jiang Xiu holds a concert in the future, let's make a promise to grab tickets together and go to the concert together."
"Okay."
After exchanging contact information, the girl noticed some of her requirements, which seemed familiar but she couldn't quite place them.
He couldn't help but glance at Qin Yue a few more times.
Qin Yue noticed the subtle gazes lingering on her, but her expression remained unchanged. She said goodbye to the girl, avoided the bustling crowd, and took Lu Yanci's hand as they walked forward.
The girl looked at her phone and had a flash of inspiration.
She remembered.
That girl was Qin Yue, the older sister of the big star Qin Xu, and the person the movie star publicly expressed his affection for!
He's the big boss of her idol!
She usually pays a lot of attention to entertainment news and once saw a rumor about her dating a short, ugly, rich man. But that man was not short, ugly, rich, or short at all; he was clearly a tall, rich, and handsome man.
Her appearance is in no way inferior to Wen Xu's.
He's definitely a handsome, aloof guy.
She actually managed to get the contact information of her idol's boss.
What a coincidence!
She excitedly shook her boyfriend's arm, her voice rising, "Do you know who that girl was?"
Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow: "It can't be some celebrity, can it?"
"No, no." The girl shook her head vigorously, looking around, and lowered her voice, saying, "My idol's big boss, does that mean my idol might hold a concert this year?"
As she spoke, she looked down and texted Qin Yue: "Hello, are you Qin Yue?! Jiang Xiu's big boss! [Screams involuntarily.jpg]"
Qin Yue, who was replying to Tong Yexin's messages, saw the message that popped up and replied: Hello, I am Qin Yue.
The girl excitedly waved her phone at her boyfriend after seeing his reply, then quickly replied: "I really like you! Your scarf was covering half your face, so I didn't quite recognize you. [Disappointed]"
Qin Yue replied with an emoji, then added: "If Jiang Xiu ever holds a concert, I'll invite you and your boyfriend to go!"
The girl sent a meme of someone hugging a leg.
Qin Yue politely replied with a rose emoji.
Tong Yexin was still sending her messages: Hey, you'll never guess where I'm going right now.
Tong Yexin: My parents had another fight in the room. My dad twisted his back and can't move right now. We just called an ambulance and are waiting for it to come and take him to the hospital.
Tong Yexin: Starting the new year in the hospital, how exciting! If he can only lie in bed, this family will be at peace. It would be best if my mom were in bed too, the two of them in the same ward, only able to curse at each other in bed. Just thinking about it is exciting.
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