God's Palette

Or maybe it was because of this, all the people she met along the way were people who knew the traveler's information.

Holding the silver coin tightly, she set off.

……

Another journey——

Chenan Bai, who has long been used to everything, is lonely and happy.

Under the clouds, you can start to see the brightly connected continents, and it is time for the roses to wither completely.Chenan Bai recognized the shape of that continent because she had traced a map of China in kindergarten.

Which city should I go to?Bai Chenan wants to go back to his hometown to see, as long as he follows his memory, he can get there.But Bai Chenan was a little hesitant, if he was with his family when he went home, then he would be happy.Going back alone, the empty home and familiar streets will only make me regret.

It is evening now, and the clouds are still faintly colored.

Chenan Bai's flowers are about to wither, and her wings are getting a little tired. Before she was about to land, Chenan Bai accidentally glanced at the cloud and discovered something unexpectedly——

On the cloud... there is actually a house.Driven by curiosity, Bai Chenan immediately spread her wings and flew over, she was curious about all interesting things.The appearance of that house was clearly seen by Bai Chenan, it is really a wonderful house!A small wooden house with a fence and a flowerbed is actually hanging on the cloud.

Bai Chenan tentatively touched the grass in the fence with his feet. The ground was very solid. Bai Chenan was able to stand on it and look around. Misty clouds like mist swam under the wooden house, and the wooden house was still moving with the clouds. Wandering!

Perhaps hearing Bai Chenan's exclamation at the door, the small door of the wooden house was opened.

Chapter 116 Composition

This picture is good enough -

Even from Xia Xun's point of view, the screen displayed on the mobile phone's display exudes a very wonderful taste.

35 1.4 ZA, this already high-quality lens captures everything in the castle tower with a suitable angle of view.The lens itself has enough rich colors to freeze the quiet moonlight and glazed birdcage, depicting a quiet beauty.

And the unique sense of atmosphere of this lens is further portrayed by the dark parts outside the moonlight.

This photo, like a sentimental painter in the Renaissance period, is interpreted with a thick and colorful brush.

Of course, what is more important is the performance of the model.

Now Ye Qianluo, who stayed up all night and turned into a zombie, breathed slowly, and didn't know what it was like to move his body at all, so he leaned against the birdcage blankly, and didn't move during the exposure time of the camera.The aperture of F2.8 was received, which brought enough sharp details of the characters.

Xia Xun kept the data of the photos carefully.

After all, this is her first creation in the true sense after buying the a7r3 camera and a few excellent lenses after she lost everything. Fortunately, the shutter button pressed this time did not bring dignified disappointment, which is a good start .

The night will just begin.

The imprisoned little night songbird interpreted the meaning of "no hope" very well in silence.And next, the photographer, who no longer needs this sadness, will give hope to Little Nightwing Bird...and the model herself.

Xia Xun raised his hand and gently adjusted the camera position.

The subjects of the picture, such as falling leaves and birdcages, are moved to the left side of the picture, leaving a blank space that looks awkward.

Now, in the picture on the left presented by the camera, the moonlight, the birdcage, and the little night bird, these three picture elements are superimposed together, and they are already quite full.But the right side is vacant, just a dull brick wall that has remained unchanged since seven centuries ago, and a hole in the wall facing the elementless night sky.

It's not a good picture - but only "temporarily".Therefore, Xia Xun, who had already conceived everything in his mind, put down the mobile phone with the power bank plugged in, smiled expectantly, and quietly waited for the time to come.

10 minutes... half an hour... a full hour...

During this period, Zhuan Zhuan snored loudly while sleeping, and under this torture, Ye Qianluo couldn't even feel despair, but just sat with his head empty.But what is even more hateful is that from time to time, Xia Xun will use some gentle means to drive her drowsiness away, so as to ensure that the state can continue...

The photographers are brutal and the models work very hard.But the more you give, the sweeter you get... Xia Xun doesn't intend to lose the sweetness and replace it with disappointment to disappoint the models who have paid so much.

time flies--

The position of the moon has also changed, it changes with the rotation of the cosmic stars, and the angle of the moonlight is already another look.Compared with the clear moonlight before, it is softer and brighter now.

The circulation of the sun and the moon, for the whole world, is an uninterrupted daily routine day after day.No one or anything can prevent them from changing, but now, photographers intend to use lenses to retain them.

Everything is silent, and the moonlight is silent.

Quietly——

"Gu..."

An unknown Nordic bird chirping lightly.

Xia Xun raised his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. Even she was really suffering. Fortunately, it is finally over...

Along with the chirping of the birds, there was also the moonlight shining into the tower from the right.

The moonlight fell obliquely, and smudged the birdcage, the girl's body, the clothes, and the pair of eyes full of despair.But that's not all, the birdsong that rang far away, every time it sang, it was getting closer—closer...

Suddenly, like a shy girl mustering up the courage to confess to the person she likes and being accepted—this bird song broke through the barrier, no longer hazy, and resounded extremely clearly through the tower, echoing between every brick.Also, the sound of the bird retracting its wings means that it has arrived.

It was the bird that Jasmine had caught from nowhere. Its wings were a bit black, but it was endowed with a sense of sanctity by the moonlight.

It stood on the hole in the wall where the moonlight passed, as if waking up its compatriots, and called to the girl in the cage with a melodious nightingale.

This is exactly what Xia Xun needs, the last piece of the puzzle.

Endow photography with connotation, symbol and beauty.

The vacant right screen was filled by it.

At the same time, the snoring stopped, because Zhuanzhuan was awakened by birdsong and Xia Xun's light poking.She opened her eyes, half dreaming and half awake, and before she could say anything, she was startled like a tree, and could only look at the scene in front of her dumbly and in disbelief...

This bird is not a specimen... It actually, actually landed here directly, forming such a good picture?

What's even more frightening is that Xia Xun actually took it for granted...