I'm fierce, I'm aggressive

Sanya in early December is still beautiful, with an average daily temperature above [-] degrees Celsius.

The flight landed at the airport at [-]:[-] a.m., and Xing Wen walked out of the airport hall with all the photography equipment in person. Behind him, Mu Chen was wearing sunglasses and a fisherman hat, pushing the box with one hand and following in a low-key manner.

The two were in front of each other, which attracted the attention of many people at the airport.

"Hey, aren't they..."

"It really looks like it! Hurry up and take a picture first!"

"It's true, Mr. Xing came to take a promotional photo for the Barcelona movie..."

Xing Wen was almost dead with the things on his back, and he didn't care about what other people were gossiping about.

When the first person took the initiative to talk to them, the people who had been discussing quietly just now seemed to have found an organization, and surrounded them all at once.

Xing Wen and Mu Chen didn't stop at all, and kept walking forward at the original pace. At this moment, two rows of security guards in black stretched out their hands to block, and the passers-by watching the excitement were blocked on both sides of the road.

Today Barcelona is receiving distinguished guests.

Yue Hengjie, as a friend of Mr. Xing for many years, failed to invite Xing Da’s photographer for the first half of his life. Now he finally got his wish. He can’t wait to pave the way for Xing Wen to get off the plane with a red carpet, and then find a band to play "Good Day" .

"Dahei, I miss you so much!" Yue Hengjie was wearing a black vest and ugly orange beach shorts, and was about to hug someone when he came up.

"I remember we just met three days ago." Xing Wen was speechless.

"One day is like three autumns, ah Xiaobai! Xiaobai hugs one too!" Yue Hengjie opened his arms overjoyed.

Yue Hengjie worked in the United States in the early years, and he was used to being hugged when he saw people. Mu Chen was not at all defensive, he was hugged hard, and his face was very ugly.

"Let's go! The car is already waiting outside!" Yue Hengjie reached out to take the bag from Xing Wen, and led them out of the airport.

The security guard dutifully watched them go away, and the three of them got into the car that Barcelona usually used to pick up stars.

Faye Wong's song was playing in the car, and the wind came from the half-open window when I was running. Every gust of wind in the coastal city seemed to carry the salty taste of sea water, even in winter.

In less than 10 minutes, the car drove into the group of homestays along the coast.

"You guys take a rest first, you must be tired from the early morning flight." Yue Hengjie got out of the car and opened the door for them, and he couldn't help asking when he was carrying the luggage: "Is that all the equipment?"

For a normal photographer to shoot a shoot, sometimes there are so many messy equipment that need to be checked in, but Xing Wen can carry it with only one person.

"That's all." Xing Wen got out of the car, moved his sore shoulders and neck a little, and looked around.

This area is full of small villas with two or three floors. The road paved on the ground is still new, the houses are not densely built, and the roofs are scattered at a glance.

"You can't drive to the place where you live, so go ahead." Yue Hengjie led the way.

In fact, Xing Wen came here alone, but Mu Chen happened to take over the job here, and Yue Hengjie took the initiative to arrange a place for them.

Not big, but very special, it is a houseboat.

It is located by the beach, and it looks like a real wooden boat with a pointed top. Yue Hengjie bid farewell before sending it to the boat.

"It's very convenient to shoot outside here in the afternoon." Yue Hengjie said, "This beach has been rented for private use, and you two can enjoy it to your heart's content when the shooting is over. Take it as a thank you for making the trip."

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." Xing Wen glanced into the room.

Mu Chen squatted on the ground to open the suitcase, and followed him to look into the room.

The two couldn't help looking at each other, Xing Wen stared fiercely, Mu Chen bared his teeth fiercely, and Yue Hengjie was caught in the middle with a puzzled expression, not knowing what was going on.

The eyes of the leopard and the fox are inseparable. There is only one room and one bed in the houseboat. Someone should sleep on the floor or the sofa tonight.

Xing Wen glanced at the ground: You should sleep on the ground.

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows: Why don't you sleep.

Xing Wen's eyes drifted out again: Then you go out to live.

Mu Chen raised his eyebrows again: Why don't you go out to live.

Yue Hengjie stood awkwardly, smiling and frowning, with a black question mark face.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the sun by the sea was finally not so vicious.

The makeup artist was busy making up for the main character in today's camera. Xing Wen stepped on the soft white sand and looked for a suitable composition angle through the viewfinder.

The filming was of Ye Meng, the heroine of the literary movie "Starfish".

Ye Meng is a little girl in her early twenties, she is studying at Beiying, her smile is soft, without any airs.

In order to get a good grasp of the theme, Xing Wenlai had watched the movie, read the original novel, and carefully read many movie reviews.

Ye Meng was wearing a pure white suspender dress with bare feet. She looked neither elegant nor stunning, but clean and beautiful.

"Teacher Xing... can I do this?" Ye Meng walked a few steps along the sea.

"Relax, it's good that you are like this." Xing Wen held the camera.

"Don't you need a tripod?" Yuan Qi, as the person in charge, watched from the side.

"No need." Xing Wen immediately took a snapshot, "The exposure time is enough, and it can be stabilized."

"It's amazing. Just by looking at your arms, you can tell that you are very powerful. Do you usually exercise your muscles?" Yuan Qi asked.

Ye Meng got into the mood quickly, and Xing Wen focused on shooting the corners of the skirt slightly lifted by the sea breeze.

"I don't think that if you have strength, your hands won't shake," Xing Wen responded casually, "It's the same as a chef who doesn't necessarily know how to taste food."

Yuan Qi immediately stopped talking, laughed heartily, and never took the initiative to speak again.

Xing Wen is really strong. Based on his past experience, he can hold the camera for eight hours without shaking his hands.

For him, unless a very long exposure time is really needed, a tripod can save as much as it can.

Ye Meng walked according to the shooting plan, from squatting on the white wooden chair to stepping on the reef and turning her head quietly, the wind blew her soft curly hair across her cheeks, her long eyelashes left a gentle shadow on her face.

The whole process lasted less than two hours, and the filming work came to an end.

The sky in Sanya is glowing orange, and the sunset is approaching.

Xing Wen reckoned that the temperature would drop if the photo continued, and the little girl would not be able to stand the cold, so he said, "Let's take a silhouette for the last photo."

Ye Meng showed a grateful smile, bowed to Xing Wen, followed the instructions and walked to the beach wet by the sea.

Slightly turned sideways, put her hands behind her back in a girlish manner, and walked.

The moment Xing Wen raised the camera, he suddenly thought of Mu Chen.

I have to admit that Mu Chen's silhouette is the most beautiful he has ever seen.

Perfect, but not as perfect as the plaster statues sculpted by Michelangelo, but something more pure and natural...

"Teacher Xing?" Ye Meng turned his head puzzled.

"Sorry." Xing Wen came back to his senses, focusing on the scene in the viewfinder.

The color of the setting sun became more intense than before, and the sky dyed the clear sea red unreservedly.

At first glance, the color looked like wine, but after staring at it for a long time, it looked like red mud rubbed out by thousands of falling flowers. Xing Wen couldn't help feeling sick.

At the same moment, he seemed to smell a bloody smell that could not go away, and he didn't know where it came from.

Xing Wen couldn't help shaking his hands, and finally couldn't hold the camera steady.

The sea water in front of him turned the color of blood.

The author has something to say: I can’t think of a suitable title, so I’ll turn the table

I'm so hard I could have been a man in my previous life

I'm sad but today I love you guys ah ah ah

Everyone, study hard, I will be celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow.

(This author is also very cool today)