I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

After taking pictures and going back, Mu Chen retreated to his room.

Xing Wen ignored him, and Gu Zi searched the house, looking for a key or a magnetic card that can enter and exit the photography studio, planning to go and have a look today when he has nothing to do.

He has an independent photography studio in this world, which is located in the suburbs, quite a distance from here.

Xing Wen touched the car keys to go out, thought for a while, then went back and knocked on Mu Chen's door.

"What?" The voice seemed to come from under the quilt.

"I'll go out for a while." Xing Wen said.

There was no response from inside. Xing Wen heard the sound of turning over and pulling the quilt, and guessed that the weak fox might have caught a cold.

This physique made of plastic.

Xing Wen put on his coat and left. Mu Chen lay on the bed with a terrible headache. When he closed his eyes, he seemed to be standing in the swimming pool, dizzy and cold.

He simply didn't sleep anymore, got up and opened the door, Xing Wen had already left home.

There was a bag hanging on the doorknob, Mu Chen picked it up and took a look.

That's a sachet of cold medicine.

Xing Wen drove for nearly an hour before arriving at the legendary studio.

It was a two-storey gray building with a slanted prism in appearance. There was a Chinese-style courtyard in the south, and a row of bamboo was planted.

After Xing Wen parked the car, he saw that the door of the studio was locked with a fingerprint.

But he was in no hurry to go in, because a little boy he recognized was sitting on the iron ladder built along the outer wall of the building.

It turned out to be Jiang Xi, with a book in his arms, got up and stepped down the ladder.

"Why are you here?" Xing Wen opened the door, and there was a faint fragrance like tea leaves inside.

"My house is just behind here." Jiang Xi pointed to the back, and there were a few scattered villas in the distance.

From this, Xing Wen reasonably speculated that Jiang Xi said that he had seen him before, so he should be near this studio.

"Come in and sit for a while?" Xing Wen sized him up and remembered that it was only the beginning of December: "You don't have to go to school?"

"No, please tutor at home." Jiang Xi came in generously, "The inside is more beautiful than I thought... Are those your works?"

Xing Wen looked in the direction of his fingers. After the entrance, there was a long corridor, and the walls were covered with photographs in white wooden frames.

Xing Wen stopped and squinted slightly in the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

From the lush spring to the snowy winter, there are sparkling lakes and thousands of miles of yellow sand, which is really beautiful.

The person who took the photo has trekked mountains and rivers with the camera on his back, and has been to every most beautiful place in the world.

It seems that he has become what Xing Wen once dreamed of.

Xing Wen stood there for a long time, with complicated and chaotic emotions surging in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was envy or something.

"Would you like something to drink? There should be tea or coffee." After Xing Wen finished speaking, he realized that junior high school students probably don't like to drink this.

"Just drink tea." Jiang Xi smiled, "Black tea or Pu'er is the best."

There is an open area on the second floor of the studio, where a set of tables and chairs for afternoon tea is placed. The lighting is very good, and the green bamboos in the courtyard can be seen through the double-height floor-to-ceiling windows.

The nice-colored tea was poured into the cup, and Jiang Xi lay in front of the glass cabinet looking at the dazzling array of lenses and films, but Xing Wen didn't stop him.

"I feel like they all look the same, what's the difference between these shots..." Jiang Xi said.

"There are many kinds of lenses, wide-angle, macro, telephoto..." Xing Wen walked over, "Generally adjust the lens according to the shooting needs, and use wide-angle for scenes. If you shoot magazines..."

Through the glass cabinet, Xing Wen clicked on the 24-70 zoom lens. It was a lens he used often in the past, so he could recognize it at a glance: "It is very convenient to use this in a well-lit studio."

Jiang Xi was dumbfounded.

It was the first time Xing Wen saw such a complete set of equipment. He walked around the same place as the showroom, and then noticed another glass cabinet in the corner.

With just one glance, Xing Wen recognized the card machine placed in the middle layer, because he had used exactly the same one.

Canon S95, the first camera he bought when he was 15 years old, is considered an antique now.

It is incredibly small in his hand, Xing Wen puts it in his schoolbag every day, and pats it everywhere when he is too lazy to go to class.

Xing Wen opened the cabinet door, and was shocked to find that the other three SLRs he had used were also inside.

"It's not easy to have a hobby," Jiang Xi said suddenly, "Some people live their whole life inexplicably, without knowing what they like."

Xing Wen carefully removed the Nikon D850 placed on top. It was the most expensive he had ever bought, and he did not know how many odd jobs he had done.

The camera was still powered on. Xing Wen took off the lens cap and adjusted the focus skillfully. He stabilized the camera and faced the bamboo forest outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the sudden howling wind, he pressed the shutter.

At this moment, the light pours into the aperture of the lens, enters the closed black body of the camera, and forms an image.

"Let me see?" Jiang Xi immediately leaned over.

"No." Xing Wen turned off the phone after a hasty glance, put the camera back to its original place, and walked out, "Having hobbies is a good thing, but being too enthusiastic is suffering, because we are all mortals, and it is better not to get it than to take it easily." Get more."

He can't do photography, and he can't replace Xing Wen in this world to engage in art. Like or even love doesn't mean omnipotent.

Jiang Xi followed him back to the dining table, and the tea was already cold in just a few moments.

The phone on the table vibrated, and there was an unread message on WeChat.

Xing Wen came over and took a look. It was a person named Yue Hengjie. Xing Wen hadn't paid much attention to this person before. The two seemed to be friends, and they occasionally met for a drink together.

Yue Hengjie: Dahei!

Yue Hengjie: I heard Dongdong said that you asked him for the studio key?You and Xiaobai are not on honeymoon, and the business will start so soon——

Xing Wen silently tapped a question mark.

This big black and white, are you talking about him and Mu Chen?

"The signal here is not very good." Xing Wen's question mark turned around and he couldn't send it out for a long time.

But Yue Hengjie's message came in: I haven't seen you for a long time, and I have a chance to drink together again!

"It will be better by the window downstairs." Jiang Xi said while drinking tea.

Xing Wen went down with the phone, canceled the question mark, and replied "Okay, sure", but the signal was still going around blindly.

The signal by the window was much better, and Xing Wen received new news.

Yue Hengjie; now that the business has started, please make up for the promotional photos of the Barcelona movie you owed me as soon as possible!

Xing Wen's "Yes, I'm sure" was sent out smoothly at this time.

Yue Hengjie:! ! !

Xing Wen hastened to clarify that Barcelona's promotional photos can't be taken casually——

Before he could finish typing, his Weibo went viral first, and the official Barcelona Movie blog quickly reposted and @ him.

The original Weibo was posted by Yue Hengjie, who turned out to be the chief planner of Barcelona Magazine...

@越宇杰: Worried about someone Xing going back on his word, here is a screenshot as proof: [Picture]

In less than 3 minutes, the bottom was already filled with the sound of anticipation: "It's Chinese New Year, and I finally got an appointment with my Teacher Xing at Dabasa!"

On the open platform on the second floor of the studio, Jiang Xi looked down at Xing Wen's figure, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

A smile of unknown meaning slowly appeared on the lips.

The author has something to say: According to the routine, the next step is to take pictures of the little white fox lying at home.

There are so few comments recently, has everyone started school? QAQ