God's Palette

But before Xia Xun could speak anxiously, Zhuanzhuan had already made his own move and moved Ye Qianluo, together with the birdcage, to a place where the reflector could shoot obliquely—this just catered to what Xia Xun originally planned to mention Ask, let her be pleasantly surprised.

So far, the arrangement of the three light sources has been harmonious.

The background light, given to the tower by that unreachable sun, is dancing with every grain of air, washing away the trillions of darkness from the previous night.

Outline light is a brown light emitted by a soft box. Its light quality is delicate and high-grade, which can give the subject a special kind of texture, just like a soft-boiled egg whose egg white is gently poked by chopsticks, and the texture of rich egg yolk flows out. .

The fill light that increases the contrast between light and dark and is used to highlight details is spit out again after the reflector swallows the sunlight and the Brown light.But it is even softened by the swirling cotton T-shirt, and those small air holes will give the light soft and diffuse.

Ye Qianluo in the cage was the only one present who couldn't feel the beauty of the light.

But she is bathed in it, at this moment, all the lights and shadows exist for her.

What Xia Xun has to do is to capture 1/400th of a second of scenery changes from the flow of time.

She raised the camera, turned the wheel lightly with her thumb, and fixed the aperture. At the same time, the ISO that was increased for the night scene was also adjusted back to 100.The photosensitive element in the camera must be cheering, you don't have to stare at the moonlight, but you can embrace so many sunshine...

Zhuan Zhuan covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound, but also not daring to blink his eyes.

And Xia Xun squatted on the ground to get the expected camera position.

Everything in the picture is good enough - but the last touch is missing.

"Stretch out your hand, little night bird—" the photographer said to the protagonist, "Even if it is a cage and a wall, there is no way to stop you... Now, you want to find the painting that your friend drew for you."

That is the plot in the book, and it is also the ordinary and key thing that secretly connects the entire 22 volumes of text.

Of course, these words could not inspire Ye Qianluo's motivation, she just stretched out her hand blankly, looking for what Xia Xun said to do, even if Xia Xun told her favorite plot story - but after staying up all night Afterwards, with her moth-eaten head, it was still too difficult to immediately integrate into the character and show emotion...

At the moment when the sunlight was fleeting, Xia Xun uttered that spell—a spell that can manipulate people's hearts.

"Ouch, the fucking filming is finally over, let's go and go back to sleep."

Ye Qianluo's stupid head was the only one who understood this sentence.

"Crack-"

In the final analysis, human beings are self-interested creatures, and Xia Xun got what he wanted.

Ye Qianluo's expression of being overjoyed, sobbing, and finally crying bitterly, holding the birdcage and crying, were all recorded by Xia Xun one by one.

Of course, the one that can be used is the overjoyed one... As for the latter one, according to the usual practice, it should be given to her as an Easter egg.This is a small gift given to the creators to praise and commemorate their efforts.

Xia Xun zoomed in 100%, carefully checked the harvest from the night from top to bottom.

No problem, thankfully.Otherwise, she might grab Ye Qianluo and turn around to carry out plan B, plan C, plan D, etc., that is, after staying up all night and failing in the big battle, she will use other methods to torture Ye Qianluo, and then give a candy at the end This way, to get the look you need.

And these three photos are indeed masterpieces.

Yes, even in her long photography career, it can be considered a masterpiece...

"It's time for work, go around, call our people to come up, and take Ye Qianluo back."

"Zzzzzzz..."

Her response was deafening snoring...

As for the model in the birdcage, she fell asleep while crying with snot, saliva and tears all over her face...

"...Okay, I'll do it myself."

Chapter 119 The Creator

Waking up again, Ye Qianluo felt that something was wrong...

My head feels heavy, as if I haven't slept enough, not only that, but I feel a little buoyant like having a fever... But my body is heavy, as if it's being suppressed by something... It's a bad, bad feeling.The scary thing is, as if someone has scratched his face, his skin is always uncomfortable.

"Aunt Liu..."

She tried her best to breastfeed, and made a faint cry in a daze, calling for her aunt who took care of her at home and accompanied her from childhood to adulthood.This aunt is responsible for taking care of daily life, teaching etiquette and culture, etc.

Only, no one responded.

Unfamiliar ceilings, strange mattress touches, and a different atmosphere.Gradually, she finally remembered everything and realized that she was not at home... This is...Finland, yes, the house of the glass-burning artist Bilu, she sort of figured it out.

It turns out that the body is heavy because of the thick quilt; the face is uncomfortable because the makeup has not been removed; the mind is unclear because it is staying up late... All in all, all these add up and point to a terrible murderer—— Xia Xun.Thinking about it, Ye Qianluo felt wronged again, who knew it would be so uncomfortable to take a photo...

Wait, it's morning?

She found that outside the transparent window, there was a soft atmosphere.

"Damn it, I only fell asleep for an hour?"

"No, it's already the third day."

"Uh……"

Finally, Mian Yu, who happened to be passing by, heard the movement, pushed the door open and entered.But what came in was not only her body, but also a sarcasm with the corners of her mouth curled up: "Hey, this sleeping beauty is so ugly that no one dares to kiss her. Finally, she can't help herself and get up?"

After finishing speaking, she took a sip of coffee, chewed and ate five berry pie.It was from spring to summer in Finland. Five famous berries were freshly harvested from nearby forests, then freshly baked, and coated with some fresh and sweet honey.

But Mian Yu didn't have the nerve to say that he was going to pay tribute to Xia Xun by blowing the aroma of freshly baked food onto the face of Ye Qianluo who was asleep, so that she could only enjoy it in her dreams, and hoped that she would not feel the smell It's a bit familiar, after all, I did this yesterday...

"I slept for three days..."

"Yes, look in the mirror, tabby cat."

Ye Qianluo reluctantly stretched out her hand, picked up the cell phone next to her pillow, and looked at herself with the screen... Well, it's really ugly.The dry snot, tears, saliva, mixed with the makeup that hasn't been wiped off, it's really...