Yao Yuan and the driver wandered around, mainly looking for iconic places, such as Beihai, Temple of Heaven, Tiananmen Square, etc. They stayed at Tiananmen Square the longest because it had the most scenery.
He saw the red flag waving in the dust in front of the Monument to the People's Heroes;
Tourists covering their heads with hoods stopped to admire the teacher’s portrait;
At the bus stop, I hid behind the stop sign and kissed my little lover;
A chattering foreigner wearing sunglasses and a mask;
We didn’t even have gauze or hats, so we could only use plastic bags to cover the heads of the two eldest sisters...
“They are all good things!”
Yao Yuan sighed while taking pictures. The scenery of the times is the most charming. Just being embedded in the long river of memory is enough to add a layer of filter to it, regardless of whether it is good or bad.
After shooting for a long time, it was already noon.
When Yao Yuan returned to the car, the driver asked: "Where else are you going?"
"Is there a map? Let me take a look."
The driver flicked the atlas aside. Yao Yuan looked at the route and said, "Let's go to Haidian. I'll take a picture of the school."
So the taxi started again and headed to Haidian.
After taking a trip from Xueyuan Road and heading west, we arrived at the boundary of Tsinghua University and Peking University. Now even the driver had a look of envy and longing in his eyes.
After all, the word "Qingbei" has a very high status in the hearts of Chinese people.
Especially now in 2002, there are not as many hot searches as in later generations, Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts' drug textbooks, Peking University's gods Wei Dongyi, Balabala...
Especially in the later generations, the fandom is very serious about thinking in black and white, and does not understand human language. Like here, I have to explain: I don’t mean to black Wei Dongyi, I just talk about over-deification.
Yao Yuan took some photos and headed south, preparing to pass through Zhongguancun.
When it comes to Zhongguancun, it always seems to be a very independent area, an electronic street or something. In fact, Zhongguancun is located in Haidian, surrounded by various schools.
In the past, this place would have been crowded with people, but today it is quiet, the sky is filled with yellow sand, and not even the salesmen came out.
"Tsk tsk!"
Yao Yuan looked at the electronic malls on the left and right sides. Is Brother Dong still selling orders there?
Why don't you go say hello and tease me?
Yao Yuan shook his head, forget it, he didn't even recognize Brother Dong when he said hello. After all, he has bad eyesight and can't tell whether his wife is pretty or not.
When the photo material is almost gone, the taxi no longer stops, but moves slowly.
Yao Yuan sat in the passenger seat, occasionally taking pictures through the glass of those pushing carts or riding three-wheelers to distribute goods.
"Can you use all the photos you took?" the driver asked.
“It’s good if you can use a few of them, and it’s quite valuable to keep the rest.”
"That's true, it will become historical data in a few decades."
"Okay, after what you said, I will hold a photography exhibition, and I will definitely invite you to come."
As Yao Yuan spoke, he actually opened the book, wrote down the driver's name and contact information, played with the camera and looked back, saying: "I didn't take any exciting pictures."
"What is exciting?"
"The chimney fell down, the billboard blew down, and the car was damaged...but it's okay, at least there was no damage."
While chatting, the vehicle moved forward leisurely. As soon as it drove out of the area of a bunch of electronic cities, the two of them looked forward and to the right in unison.
There was a figure standing on the side of the road, tall and thin, holding a bicycle and waving to this side.
"..."
The driver glanced at Yao Yuan and saw that he didn't respond.
Yao Yuan still had something to do, and naturally he didn't want to cause trouble, but as he got closer and closer, he could see clearly that the man was wearing a white school uniform with red stripes.
Her hair is short, the zipper is pulled all the way up, the collar stands up, and half of her face is hidden inside.
"Student..."
The driver subconsciously said, no matter what era, people in society have a tolerant attitude toward students.
But since he was an employer, it was hard for him to make a decision. Yao Yuan thought the picture was good, so he actually raised his camera and took a photo.
The driver rolled his eyes, "Who is this?"
When the car got closer and closer, and he would miss it if he drove any further, Yao Yuan finally said: "Forget it, let's ask."
Creak!
The driver immediately stopped the car and opened the window, letting in a blast of wind and sand. They covered their mouths and noses and shouted together: "Come up and say it! Come up and say it!"
"..."
The man quickly opened the door and got in the car.
A pair of bright black eyes appeared from the collar of the school uniform with red stripes on a white background, and he said: "My bicycle broke, can you pull it? I'm at the High School Affiliated to Peking University, not far from here."
"..."
The driver looked at Yao Yuan, who shrugged: "They've all stopped. Pull up. It's not far anyway."
So, after a lot of work, he stuffed the bicycle into the trunk, with the lid open and the wheels exposed. The student got on the bicycle again, then pulled off the collar and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yao Yuan glanced back and then turned away.
"Are you a student from the High School Affiliated to the High School?" the driver asked.
"Um."
"Why did you come out in this weather?"
"Come and buy something at noon."
"Oh, your high school is great..."
The driver was very envious and said: "My child just wanted to take the exam, but he didn't pass it and he will have to take the college entrance examination in the blink of an eye. Hey, what grade are you in?"
"I am also taking the college entrance examination this year."
"Then you have to work hard! But the studies in the attached middle school are good, so it won't be a problem. If you are like this person who makes a website, you are high-tech, so your studies are definitely not bad."
website?
The student looked at him with curiosity, and Yao Yuan turned back again to confirm.
The two smiled friendly.
Along the way, the driver Balabala said that the students gave short and clear answers, and sometimes laughed without saying a word. They didn't feel like chatting with strangers, and they just remained polite.
The High School Affiliated to Peking University is indeed not far away, and you can get there quickly if you drive slowly.
When they arrived at the school gate, the students were about to get off the bus when Yao Yuan suddenly said: "Please wait a moment."
"Um?"
"I want to make a special topic about sandstorms. I just took a photo of you, which may be used. What I mean is that your photo may involve some portrait rights, and you need your consent."
"..."
The student blinked, understanding what he said, but did not express his opinion immediately.
"Well, I'll leave you a phone number. If it's not too much trouble, you might want to ask your family to communicate with me in detail, because I think this photo is very good, and it would be a pity not to use it."
As he spoke, he handed over a business card.
The student paused and took it in his hand: "Okay, I will think about it."
Then he said to the driver: "Thank you!"
Seeing her pushing a broken car into the school gate, the taxi started again, and the driver couldn't help but said: "She looks like a little adult, and she's polite."
"Isn't that the height of an adult?"
"Hey, don't tell me. At first, I looked at the short hair and tall body, and thought he was a little boy, but when I turned around he turned out to be a little girl. Are children so nutritious now? I couldn't even eat enough when I was a child."
The driver continued chattering. After talking for a long time, he remembered what happened just now and asked, "What is that portrait right?"
"For example, if I take a photo and recommend it to a newspaper, the newspaper will give me a certain amount of remuneration, which generates profit. Therefore, I must obtain my consent, otherwise it is illegal."
"Oh, that's what happened..."
The driver opened his mouth but stopped talking.
When he looked at the grandson again, his eyes were full of contempt: Your mother-in-law took so many photos of aunts and sisters, why didn’t she see you handing her a business card? It’s just because her little girl is so pretty!