Tianguang [entertainment circle]

Xin Changyuan looked away.

He didn't know how to face Xin Ye, so he pulled out the cigarette forcefully and put it in his mouth.

The flame of the lighter flickered, and a cloud of gray smoke diffused at the junction of the night and the white light.

"Xiao Ye, Dad is doing everything for you and Xiao Tian."

"I don't need you to do this, and neither does my brother." Xin Ye's brows were full of disappointment, and he took a step away imperceptibly.

"Ono..."

Xin Ye avoided the hand that Xin Changyuan was about to pat on her shoulder: "Go to rest early."

After speaking, she turned and went back to her room, closing the door.Only Xin Changyuan was left standing on the balcony, looking thoughtfully at the door she closed.

After retouching the last photo of Amber in the studio, Jiang Yuan combined a total of 12 photos into a compressed package and sent it to Amber's assistant from the mailbox.

Jiang Yuan didn't relax until he received a reply from the assistant with a series of thanks and exclamation marks, rubbing the back of his neck.

She looked at the last unread email from Manhattan in her inbox.

The title is a simple and cold number: 118.

This figure drilled into her sight, like a few black ants crawling on the white/interface, thick and distorted black.

118 months.

Jiang Yuan crushed the thought of counting the time in his mind.She held the mouse with her hands folded, as if she was holding a dirty ball of mud, which made her chest shudder.

When he was hesitating whether to click on the unread email, the phone vibrated on the desktop again.

Jiang Yuan's hand left the mouse as if touching something hot.

She slides the answer button.

"Little Jiang, are you free now?"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Yuan paused slightly: "Director Yang?"

She glanced at the caller again, and the note was indeed "Director Yang Song".

"What's the matter, Director Yang?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Song laughed twice, "It's about the matter I asked you a few times before, have you considered it?"

"Sorry." Jiang Yuan didn't hesitate at all.

"Xiao Jiang," Yang Song sighed, "The First Youth Film Festival is a good thing for young people like you. It is the first step for you to become a first-line film worker in China. If you miss this opportunity, you will die." You're burying your talent too much."

"Director Yang, I appreciate your kindness." Jiang Yuan still said indifferently, "I'll be busy if I don't have anything else to do."

Yang Song didn't seem to give up, he said "wait a minute" a few times, and continued to persuade Jiang Yuan relentlessly.

"I just got the news today that this year's First jury has invited Jiang Yingzhou, vice chairman of the International Photography Association, and director Mu Yao from last year's Cannes Palme d'Or jury." Yang Song said earnestly, "The crew I invited you to join is mine. The crew of the direct disciple, he is a student who graduated from the director department of your film academy. The crew members are all the best from several major universities in the capital, and you will gain a lot of experience by working together."

Jiang Yuan frowned, feeling more and more tired in his temples.

"Sorry Director Yang, I have no intention of making a movie." Jiang Yuan's tone became cold, "If there is nothing else, then end the call."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Yang Song on the other end of the phone to say anything, Jiang Yuan hung up the call, turned on Do Not Disturb and left it aside.

She doesn't care about other things right now.

During the time when she closed her eyes and meditated, Yang Song still did not give up and sent several messages to Jiang Yuan.

As for whether he is willing to read his news, it depends on Jiang Yuan's mood.

The next day.

"Mingyue Canal" is a large-scale amusement city within the third ring road of the capital. It not only has all kinds of food, drink and entertainment, but also has many hot spring manors, taverns, Qing bars, book bars, etc. scattered in it.But the capital is very expensive, and the entrance ticket price of Mingyue Canal is very expensive. Almost all the people who live here are from rich families or famous people.

Jiang Yuan handed the admission ticket to the security personnel at the gate of Mingyue Canal for electronic inspection, and then walked towards the city.

Jiang Yuan, who has never liked socializing, this is the first time he has come to such a luxurious place.

In the message Yang Song sent her last night, there was a location of Mingyue Canal.

He said: "Little Jiang, I'm not forcing you to make a choice. Anyway, I still hope that you will go to Mingyue Canal tomorrow afternoon. I believe that if you go, you will not regret it."

For a big man like Yang Song, Jiang Yuan has repeatedly rejected his invitation, which has already made the other party lose face.

If you don't agree to such a small matter, you may lose contact with Yang Song, a super-sized contact in the future.

Jiang Yuan will not do such a thing that is not worth the loss.

There is a huge event poster in the center of the venue, hanging in the middle of the crystal curtain around the diamond-shaped skylight.

Jiang Yuan glanced at ten lines and scanned the content on the poster.

This is a TODAY ONLY photo contest.

The competition was organized by the official Mingyue Canal. Participants were required to use only one device to take a photo that could show the large number of people in the competition and the warm atmosphere.

The final winner will get a new DJI drone equipped with a Hasselblad lens.

Hasselblad lens is a classic brand that photographed the first step of man landing on the moon a hundred years ago.

Plus it's a drone...

Jiang Yuan suddenly became interested.High-altitude shooting is a field she has never touched.

She walked to the registration office and filled out the registration form under the watchful eyes of all the staff.

Seeing this tall and glamorous beauty turn around and leave, the staff all came closer, a little surprised.

"Was that Jiang Yuan just now?"

"Really? The 'youngest light and shadow magician in China'?"

"Didn't she have a lot of scandals..."

It is around 03:30 in the afternoon, which is the time when the sun's rays work best with the camera.

The competition deadline is five o'clock, and each person's shooting plus post-processing time shall not exceed two hours.

Jiang Yuan has an hour and 30 minutes left.

Although Mingyue Canal is an amusement park, it only has one six-story building.The design of the building was inspired by the outline of the twisted clock in "Eternal Memory".

Many photographers choose to shoot from high floors, wanting to capture the feeling of crowds.

There are also some photographers standing on the first floor to take panoramic views.

The judges couldn't stand the tiredness when they looked at these skilled but soulless photographers.

Jiang Yuan's temperament is outstanding in the crowd.When the staff and judges recognized her, they were all guessing that she might take a unique photo.

However, like those ordinary photographers, she stood among the crowd on the first floor to shoot.

The judges shook their heads.

It seems that too many recent scandals have dried up the imagination of this genius.

Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually became warmer at dusk.

Soon, the pointer pointed to 5 o'clock.

When nearly a hundred photographic works were presented in front of the judges, they already had a certain score for these works.

These works rarely make the judges nod, more often they shake their heads or remain silent.

It can be seen that the standard of most of the participants in this competition is very ordinary.

After all, not everyone can be a photographer.

Towards the end, in the weary eyes of the judges, suddenly appeared a picture that was so impeccable in both photography techniques and themes that it made people wake up like a breeze.

It was a photo of three contestants looking up with a SLR camera in their arms. After blurring the bustling crowd around them, these three dynamic main characters formed a baroque trapezoidal composition in the picture.

The figures in dark clothes and the white light projected by the skylight in the venue form a picture with two levels of brightness coexisting.

Coupled with the photographer's own control of exposure and color, a very explosive and high-end photographic work is completed.

The judges suddenly raised their spirits several times. When they saw the words "Photographer: Jiang Yuan", they all nodded with appreciation.

Sure enough, the pictures taken by geniuses and ordinary people are completely different.

No matter how ordinary themes or superficial picture content, she can capture the profound connotation of the picture from the subtleties.

This is a true photographer with a soul.

After the game, Jiang Yuan became the champion without a doubt.

Two female staff members in uniform came to her with blushing faces and said with a smile, "Photographer Jiang, please follow us to get the prize."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the shy smiles of the two staff members.

Jiang Photography, this title sounds fine at first glance, but almost only people in the industry and circles call her that.

She pondered for a moment, and followed their steps without saying a word.

The two led Jiang Yuan to a tavern in the prime location on the first floor of Mingyue Canal S District.

The tavern is called "Wildfire".The interior and exterior decoration almost all choose wood and black scroll patterns, but the murals on the wall are some strange monsters, as if they are tormented in dark gold and red flame-like red.

On the way Jiang Yuan walked in, he attracted the attention of many people.

On the second floor of the tavern, four young people sat around on the curved soft sofa, quietly watching Jiang Yuan step up the stairs.

Among them, the boy sitting in the middle has black Japanese hair and although his facial features are not top-notch, but matched with his fair complexion and shirt, he looks refreshing and youthful.

"Hello, Jiang Yuan." The boy smiled, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Yuan, "I'm Mu Sanwei."

Jiang Yuan responded shallowly, but did not shake hands with him.

Mu Sanwei was not annoyed either, he squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox.He still maintained the etiquette and invited Jiang Yuan to sit on the curved soft sofa directly opposite.

The two girls who brought Jiang Yuan over also took off their uniforms, and they were wearing simple sweaters and shorts underneath.

Jiang Yuan lowered his eyes, quietly watching the movement of this group of people.

"I heard that Jiang Photography won today's Mingyue Canal photography competition in one fell swoop. I am very impressed." Mu Sanwei also sat down, staring at Jiang Yuan opposite him with long and narrow eyebrows like a fox, "We have prepared the prizes. Please take a look."

A waiter brought up a brand new unassembled drone package, placed it firmly on the table in front of Jiang Yuan, and poured her a glass of white grape wine.

"I heard that Jiang Photography likes to drink fruit wine. I hope this glass can satisfy you."

Jiang Yuan's face didn't fluctuate at all from the beginning to the end.The coldness in her pupils was projected on Mu Sanwei without hesitation.

"What's your purpose?"

"Huh? Why did Jiang Photography ask that?" Mu Sanwei smiled, "It's just that I sincerely want to cooperate with you."

"You are Yang Song's direct disciple?" Jiang Yuan smiled coldly.

"Yes." Mu Sanwei nodded, "The teacher said that you are the most talented person in photography among the young people he knows. I need you to join our crew and shoot works together for exhibition."

Jiang Yuan remained silent.

This Mu Sanwei, on the other hand, went straight to the point, without beating around the bush.

But she didn't like the way of tempting her to join the crew with benefits.

"In this case, Yang Song should have told you my reply."

"Don't refuse too early, Jiang Yuan." Mu Sanwei's smile deepened, "You will definitely like the scripts in this exhibition."

After finishing speaking, Mu Sanwei turned his head and asked the people beside him: "Call Xiaoye, how long will she be here?"

Ono?

Jiang Yuan's eyes flickered imperceptibly.

The author has something to say:

"Eternal Memory" is an oil painting created by the painter Dali in 1931. Those who are interested can go and have a look~