The marketing account also wants to fall in love

The interview arranged by the operating company of the official account was not very rigorous, and only made a short online text question and answer for Bai Chuan.After chatting with the other party, Bai Chuan felt very uneasy, worried that the editor would write something too outrageous in order to attract attention, so he repeatedly asked the other party to review the full text for himself before publishing.

However, as mentioned in the last contact, "If you have good looks, you will be hot." Although the text interview was perfunctory, the photo shooting was not ambiguous at all, which even made Bai Chuan feel flattered.

The editor proudly introduced that they happen to have a cooperative studio in City A, which is a professional studio specializing in portrait photography. The photographer has shot fashion blockbusters for many stars before, with sophisticated aesthetics and first-class technology. Photos are added to the article to add luster.

"You are inconvenient, do you need to arrange a car to pick you up?" The other party was quite considerate.

Bai Chuan was slightly embarrassed: "This... is too much of a fuss, I'm just an ordinary person, I don't need such a big-name photographer. A professional studio for taking photos of celebrities must be very expensive, you don't need to spend money on things like me On an unpopular Internet celebrity."

"Don't think too much, whether it's a celebrity or an Internet celebrity, whoever can bring traffic is the most popular now. A while ago, there was a colleague of yours who was also a gourmet Internet celebrity, and he was called 'a little waist with a good mouth' , you know, when she was the hottest business cooperation received soft hands. Just with your face, pack it up, and talk about your life experience, maybe you can be as popular as her. Seriously, how many entertainment companies We have a long-term cooperation with us, if you have the intention in this regard, I can help recommend it.”

"Uh, don't bother you. I have no intention of this." Bai Chuan thanked Bumin, "Please send me the shooting arrangement, and I can go there myself."

The editor sent the address, and Bai Chuan searched the Internet first.

This photography studio called "Yimeng" is indeed well-known, and its founder does have a place in the entertainment circle—but, probably for the convenience of work, the big-name photographer basically no longer works in the studio in City A. Yes, the studios in City A are not much different from ordinary photography agencies nowadays, all kinds of photography business are welcome, ID photos, group photos, wedding dresses, portraits, etc. can be taken, not like the editors of the official account boasted large and luxurious.

Seeing the editor speak so exaggeratedly, Bai Chuan became more and more worried about the quality of the finished manuscript.

Obviously, the article they wrote about Lu Dongshan before was well written, with both depth and breadth, rational discussion and appropriate sensationalism. It was because of reading that article that he accepted the other party's invitation with confidence. Now , Bai Chuan felt a little regretful.

And, not only that, Bai Chuan has another layer of worry.

Lu Dongshan has a wide range of friends, and he knows many people in the photography circle in City A. If Bai Chuan remembers the name of this studio correctly, he seems to have heard Lu Dongshan mention it before, and it seems that Lu Dongshan himself went there to help too busy.In view of this, Bai Chuan was very afraid that the news that he went to the studio to take pictures would reach Lu Dongshan's ears.

He wanted to see Lu Dongshan very much, but he wanted to solemnly ask Lu Dongshan to meet him after his work was over, instead of letting him hear about himself from others and cause unreasonable misunderstandings.

I have already promised that other people's work arrangements will not be good.Fortunately, the Formula Grand Prix is ​​in full swing, and Bai Chuan can only pray that photographer Lu will work intensively on the field and have no time for others, so that he will not know his every move.

The agreed schedule was the next day, and in order to show a good state in front of the camera, Bai Chuan deliberately went to bed early to rest, and even applied a mask from the bottom of the cabinet.The next day, he went out early in the morning and rushed to the shooting location in the morning glow.

Going to a photo studio to take photos has never been done since Bai Chuan graduated from elementary school. I thought that I would have to pose for the camera in front of the curtain in a serious manner later, and it would not be as simple as taking a photo for an ID , Bai Chuan already felt awkward on the road.

Cough, I really don't know what expression I will make under the soft light.

The photos that Lu Dongshan took of himself in the past flashed in his mind, each of which Lu Dongshan regarded as a treasure, and proudly showed him to appreciate, but objectively, Bai Chuan felt that most of the faces in the photos were stiff. Very unphotogenic.

He didn't understand how the editor of the official account who had a relationship with the entertainment company could see the potential of a "star" from himself, and he could talk so gaudyly, as if he, Bai Chuan, could become popular half the sky by posting a few hard photos.

The "Yimeng" studio is located in a semi-new office building. The signboard is hung very high, which is very conspicuous and can be seen from a distance.

Barrier-free facilities were not built at the entrance of the office building, but a simple slope was built with wooden planks for some reason, so that Bai Chuan could use a wheelchair to enter the door by himself.

Seeing him coming in, the security guard in the hall hurried forward to ask if he came to take pictures.Bai Chuan thought, probably the studio had greeted the property owner of the office building in advance, he answered affirmatively to the young security guard, and then, escorted by his younger brother, entered the elevator.

The peak period for the company's white-collar workers to go to work has passed, and Bai Chuan is the only one in the elevator, so he doesn't have to worry about wasting other people's time because he occupies the elevator space.

The red floor numbers rose one by one, and Bai Chuan suddenly felt nervous.

His figure was reflected on the bright silver elevator door, and his crutch was hung behind the wheelchair. Bai Chuan let out a long breath, and when the elevator stopped, he slowly slid out of the door.

The floor is very quiet, and the "Yimeng" studio is at the end of the corridor on the right.Bai Chuan came to the door of the studio, and under the guidance of the enthusiastic front desk staff, he went to a room with various equipment.

There was a small tea table in the corner of the room, and the girl at the front desk brought a glass of water and said, "Take a rest first, the costume is ready, I will ask the makeup teacher to come over and give you a little fix, and the photography teacher will be here soon."

"Thank you." Bai Chuan bowed and said.

"It should be, just wait a moment." The girl at the front desk smiled at Bai Chuan and exited the room.

After a while, a makeup artist came in with a kit.Wearing a mask, she was unsmiling and helped Bai Chuan tidy up for a few minutes, then expressed satisfaction with the results of her labor, packed up the toolbox, gave Bai Chuan a thumbs up, turned and left.

There was no mirror in the room, so Bai Chuan took out his mobile phone and took a selfie of himself. He lamented that this makeup artist has good skills, and the effect of contouring is very natural, which will not make Bai Chuan ashamed to face his own face.

Then, Bai Chuan continued to sit in front of the coffee table, playing with the empty disposable paper cups, waiting for the photographer to arrive.

……

The agreed time has passed long ago, the hands of the clock on the wall turned round and round, and the phrase "I'll be there soon" that the girl at the front desk said was farther and farther away from reality.

This photographer is really big enough.Bai Chuan thought to himself.

It has been quiet outside the door, which makes Bai Chuan a little puzzled. Does this photography studio have very few employees?No business on weekdays?

He looked around vigilantly, put down the paper cup in his hand, and moved the wheelchair to observe the photographic equipment in the room.

The equipment in this professional studio is obviously much richer than the small private studio that Lu Dongshan used to set up at home. There are a lot of softboxes and flashes that Bai Chuan can't name, and there are messy lights scattered on the ground. wire.

The tripod was supported directly in front of the set, and Bai Chuan curiously came to the position of the camera, trying to get used to the feeling of facing the camera in advance, so as not to laugh when he was officially working.

He stiffly made a few poses towards the empty tripod, only feeling the embarrassment in the air soaring, so that he didn't know where to put his hands.

Fortunately, he had carefully wiped the wheelchair under him yesterday.

Bai Chuan lowered his head, showing a helpless wry smile.

I hope that a professional photographer later can help him resolve this tension and embarrassment.

Thinking of this, Bai Chuan prepared to shift his position and continue to wait for someone beside the small coffee table.

But at this moment, there was only a "pop", and all the large and small lamps in front of the set suddenly lit up.

The bright and soft light focused on Bai Chuan, who was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

However, through the cracks in his fingers, a tall figure appeared in his field of vision, that person walked straight towards Bai Chuan with big strides, he was both righteous and a little aggrieved as if he was asking for an explanation.

If this is not Lu Dongshan, who is it?

Bai Chuan's heart sank, he didn't want to think about it, he just moved the wheelchair and wanted to escape.

The brightness of the soft light made him feel hot all over, but with the background cloth behind him, Lu Dongshan in front of him, and the light stands on the left and right, he couldn't escape at all.

"Xiaobai." Lu Dongshan called him, the sound of the first word was full of enthusiasm, but the sound of the second word was hesitant.

"You know what it's like to wait for someone, don't you?" The tall photographer was extremely aggrieved. He looked into Bai Chuan's eyes greedily, then squatted down, and held Bai Chuan's hand tightly. Ignore me, piss me off. piss me off."

"Lu Dongshan," Bai Chuan said with difficulty, his voice was as tight as a string.

He didn't want to run away, but when he heard this person talking and saw this person in front of him, he didn't want to leave anymore. He said to Lu Dongshan word by word, "I'm sorry..."

Hearing these three words, Lu Dongshan's eyes became hot, and he hugged Bai Chuan into his arms.

His broad palms messed up the hairstyle that the makeup artist had done for Bai Chuan, and he pressed tightly against Bai Chuan's chest, trying to melt this longing man into his own flesh and blood.

"I thought you didn't want me anymore. If I hadn't seen your new account..." Lu Dongshan sniffed, "How is it in the United States? What happened to the poverty alleviation project selling oranges? I just bought a box, Haven't had time to eat yet."

He paused and asked, "Dongshan Nuanyang, are you talking about me?"

Bai Chuan nodded vigorously, his chin pressed on Lu Dongshan's shoulder, which hurt a little.

"I'm sorry." Bai Chuan said again, "I've been thinking about you all the time, every day, every minute, I miss you so much...I'm sorry."

"I don't know why I'm so desperate, I think I can only come to you when my leg is healed." Bai Chuanyue said, his eyes became more sore, "Don't blame me."

"I don't blame you, how could I blame you..." Lu Dongshan hugged Bai Chuan even tighter.

However, Bai Chuan pushed him away.

Bai Chuan propped the crutches by his side, exerted strength carefully, and slowly stood up from the wheelchair.

"Now we can only do this." Under Lu Dongshan's surprised gaze, he explained, "I can kiss you standing up."

"I want to kiss you, okay?" He asked Lu Dongshan, with tears in his eyes, but a contented and happy smile on his face.