Li Le started cooperating with the camera.
It wasn't the kind of cooperation where he deliberately posed. He had relaxed. Ma Yuanyuan laid down a few rules for him-when he met elderly people, children, or pregnant women, he was to greet them with a smile, round down the price when appropriate, and throw in an extra piece when appropriate. With everyone else, he could barely bother responding.
Li Le never liked responding to people anyway, so that rule changed nothing.
The results were surprisingly good. Every day, people flooded the comments with things like, "The stone-faced blade hero is spoiling grannies again" and "Why does someone so cold make me feel so warm?"
Ma Yuanyuan mulled it over for several days, wanting to make something different.
That day, she told Li Le she would film him all day tomorrow.
Li Le paused.
"What for?"
"To film a day in your life."
"What's there to film?"
"Don't worry about it. Just do what I tell you."
At four thirty in the morning, before dawn, Li Le drove a borrowed motorized tricycle while Ma Yuanyuan drove her own car, sometimes ahead of him, sometimes behind.
A camera was clamped to the tricycle's handlebars, pointing at his face.
Streetlights slipped past one after another. Li Le's face was expressionless, the wind lifting his hair. The tricycle's motor echoed through the empty streets.
There were already quite a few people at the wholesale market.
Li Le crouched down to pick pineapples, then hauled watermelons...
Ma Yuanyuan kept filming.
Back at the stall, Li Le arranged the fruit one kind at a time. The strawberries all faced the same way, the mangoes were arranged by size, and cut watermelon samples sat right at the front. He crouched there, adjusting the angle of each box, his