God's Palette

But he could easily feel some real feelings.

At noon, the street performances played here were terrible, Gustav felt so sincerely, so bad that he got closer to the guitarist who was always playing the solo passages.But that passionate atmosphere has continued to this day, and it still infects Gustav.

For better or for worse - he envied music that could be heard.

The moon was submerged in the dark clouds, and was also blurred by the drizzle that fell at an unknown time. Everyone knew that it was night.

Then--

The judge who claims to be a photographer—her indelible beauty at night—appears quietly at the other end of the street.She was alone, holding a simple umbrella, and walked with her head held high with a neat pace that was not wrapped in rain.

Gustave didn't dare to look at her, but still looked at her, the moment of judgment had come.Gustav, who became a ghost, wanted to lament the speed of time for the first time. He thought he could last forever.

"Then send me on my way." When Xia Xun was getting closer, Gustav said resolutely, "I'm ready."

But Xia Xun didn't stop, but scanned everything with hunter-like eyes, and passed by with a solemn face.It seems that the long-awaited undead are just dust and have no value at all.Why?Gustav was puzzled.

In any case, the girl's unrestrained back is so far away.

Is it...

Is it because the judge has kind thoughts in his heart and is willing to give himself more time?Gustav likes to think about problems from a positive and optimistic perspective, because in this way, the mood will always be better.

Gustav wanted to thank him, so Yoyo followed.

Just in time, Xia Xun's voice drifted over through the sound of raindrops falling to the ground.

"His grandma, she promised to wait for me here, but I can't find it, damn it, I don't have a tripod at night, I feel like a ghost when I shoot anyone... I can't tell the difference, damn it."

At night, it was raining continuously, and Xia Xun's 24 F2 lens was not as good as it was during the day.

At night when the amount of light is reduced, it is necessary to use as large a aperture as possible to ensure the amount of light entering, and to open a high ISO, but this leads to incorrect depth of field, increased noise, and shaking caused by slow shutter speeds.In short, no matter who Xia Xun photographs, they are full of noise, possibly blurred, and shaking like ghosts.

In this case, it is a bit difficult to find Gustav.

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(Come to think of it, from the very beginning, using a bird as a pseudonym is really unlucky...)

Chapter 153: The Summer Night of Quiet Lai

This time, Xia Xun complained a little to Zhuan Zhuan and Zhuniao.

Back from shopping with Mian Yu before, she casually mentioned the flea market and Nordic antique toys and so on, which aroused the playfulness of the two of them, insisting on pestering them to play cards and board games in the hotel, which was delayed Xia Xun's time.

Therefore, she could only step on the groggy night to meet a ghost during the free time at the beginning of the night.

When you think about it, it's kind of weird.

According to the commonly used settings in various works, the night is not conducive to human beings. It is the stage when these ghosts become stronger and start to look for food.Even if there is no such setting of superpowers, the recent chaos in Europe is like a vegetable market, where there are shootings, self-explosions, and drunkards who are staring at beautiful girls like themselves after drinking too much...

Before changing, Xia Xun had nothing to fear.But now that he has fallen out with the God of Soap Bubbles, and he has come to harm Gustav again, it would be a lie to say that he is not afraid.Therefore, she can only walk on the night road in fear, hold an umbrella and hold up the camera to take pictures everywhere, hoping to catch the ghost from the picture.

And suddenly there was a chill behind——

"--call."

Is it Gustave's sigh?This should be the only way ghosts can greet humans, right?But Xia Xun is still not sure.She rubbed the back of her neck, stopped the screams that were about to burst out, and in order to maintain the face that men love, Xia Xun asked in a cold tone that matched Xiaoyu without looking back.

"Gustav?"

Once again, a sigh hit Xia Xun's neck.

It seems right.

Only then did she feel relieved, and turned around to take a picture backwards. In the picture, Gustav was standing there rather horrified - that's right.

She pressed the red dot on the camera to switch to video mode, so that she could maintain the meeting with the ghost for a long time.

Then, Xia Xun stretched out his finger and touched Gustav.When you touch a ghost, your fingers can feel a weightless, sticky jelly-like sensation, but this is the way to establish communication with it. Only in this way can the voices of both parties be conveyed.

"I'm here for an appointment."

Xia Xun thought about it and said the first sentence.

But at the same time, she also heard the first words prepared by the undead.

"I'm ready to say goodbye to everything."

……

In the hotel room, Mian Yu was lying on the bed bored, surrounded by a pile of luggage and gift boxes.The stall owners in the flea market are still enthusiastic, and everything is packaged exquisitely as if they don’t need money, which should be for the convenience of tourists to take home as gifts.

Ke Mianyu has no one to give gifts to...

Xia Xun said that he was going out to listen to a musical, but he walked away like a loach, and he couldn't even catch it. It was too much.And she didn't know the people very well in this room... Reluctantly, she set her sights on the only one who could be regarded as social.

"Little president—no, little internet celebrity."

"It's a big internet celebrity."

Ye Qian corrected without turning her head.

Her voice was particularly depressed. She thought that when the photographer left, her little assistant would immediately rebel and show all the photos hidden in the laptop to satisfy Ye Qianluo's curiosity, but she refused to give it to her. ...